Comments on: Synchronicity – events that seem related but are not obviously caused by one another http://www.mytopography.com/2006/02/07/synchronicity-%e2%80%93-events-that-seem-related-but-are-not-obviously-caused-by-one-another/ Living at full velocity. Sun, 12 Feb 2012 20:19:41 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.2.1 By: Catching glimpses of myself : {my topography} http://www.mytopography.com/2006/02/07/synchronicity-%e2%80%93-events-that-seem-related-but-are-not-obviously-caused-by-one-another/comment-page-1/#comment-2187 Catching glimpses of myself : {my topography} Fri, 06 Feb 2009 23:40:26 +0000 http://mytopography.com/2006/02/07/synchronicity-%e2%80%93-events-that-seem-related-but-are-not-obviously-caused-by-one-another/#comment-2187 [...] place full of remnants of me. I go back to look at the person I was last year, two years ago, three. It feels like stepping into an unexpectedly cold shower, a shock to the system to get these [...] [...] place full of remnants of me. I go back to look at the person I was last year, two years ago, three. It feels like stepping into an unexpectedly cold shower, a shock to the system to get these [...]

]]> By: Marilyn http://www.mytopography.com/2006/02/07/synchronicity-%e2%80%93-events-that-seem-related-but-are-not-obviously-caused-by-one-another/comment-page-1/#comment-2186 Marilyn Sat, 18 Feb 2006 19:13:45 +0000 http://mytopography.com/2006/02/07/synchronicity-%e2%80%93-events-that-seem-related-but-are-not-obviously-caused-by-one-another/#comment-2186 Good for you!!! Not one, but THREE, shows! That ROCKS!! Good for you!!! Not one, but THREE, shows! That ROCKS!!

]]> By: andrea j http://www.mytopography.com/2006/02/07/synchronicity-%e2%80%93-events-that-seem-related-but-are-not-obviously-caused-by-one-another/comment-page-1/#comment-2185 andrea j Sat, 11 Feb 2006 05:44:36 +0000 http://mytopography.com/2006/02/07/synchronicity-%e2%80%93-events-that-seem-related-but-are-not-obviously-caused-by-one-another/#comment-2185 I have such a difficult time with the whole babysitting thing. two kids into it and you'd think I would have a handle on things. but I have a hrd time letting go of my fears. ward and I need time alone together so desperately and your experience here has inspired me to at least CONSIDER letting go a little, look into getting a babysitter. grandparents do watch the kids from time to time but we really need someone regular. something to work on. p.s. yay for the art shows... yay! I have such a difficult time with the whole babysitting thing. two kids into it and you’d think I would have a handle on things. but I have a hrd time letting go of my fears. ward and I need time alone together so desperately and your experience here has inspired me to at least CONSIDER letting go a little, look into getting a babysitter. grandparents do watch the kids from time to time but we really need someone regular. something to work on.

p.s. yay for the art shows… yay!

]]> By: Beanie Baby http://www.mytopography.com/2006/02/07/synchronicity-%e2%80%93-events-that-seem-related-but-are-not-obviously-caused-by-one-another/comment-page-1/#comment-2184 Beanie Baby Fri, 10 Feb 2006 13:26:55 +0000 http://mytopography.com/2006/02/07/synchronicity-%e2%80%93-events-that-seem-related-but-are-not-obviously-caused-by-one-another/#comment-2184 Congratulations! You are a talented artist. Good luck with your showings, I know they will go well. Congratulations!

You are a talented artist. Good luck with your showings, I know they will go well.

]]> By: Megan http://www.mytopography.com/2006/02/07/synchronicity-%e2%80%93-events-that-seem-related-but-are-not-obviously-caused-by-one-another/comment-page-1/#comment-2183 Megan Thu, 09 Feb 2006 06:16:15 +0000 http://mytopography.com/2006/02/07/synchronicity-%e2%80%93-events-that-seem-related-but-are-not-obviously-caused-by-one-another/#comment-2183 Read your archived entry about your son and his first steps...and remembered my own blog entry of several weeks ago...my son, and steps of another kind...and couldn't help but think that mother-pain is so much the same. At every stage. This was my entry: Clicking on Tina’s link this AM, as I have gotten in the habit of doing, not necessarily as an imagination prompter, but more just to ask myself the questions that it generates…I clicked, and it asked me if there was something from this past week that I wish I could undo. Well, first impulse: YES! Then I got to thinking, yes…but he GREW from the experience (speaking of #1 son, and a rather sucky day with him on Monday) and so…now I’m not so sure. If I could erase the pain, the upset stomach that literally kept me from eating for about three days (benefit: 5 pounds lost.) and the feelings of utter helplessness, as I watch him struggle with life lessons I KNOW he must learn on his own, If I could erase all of that, and just have him GET it, I would. But I cannot, and I must stand next to him as he struggles with these things, and be there to help him pick up the pieces, (which I’m discovering is vastly different from picking them up for him) and watch him struggle with the reality of being not yet a man, no more a child. There is no worse feeling that I have encountered as a Mom, (Thank God) than watching my oldest struggle with his quest for independence, his quest for perfection, his second guessing of himself and his achievements. Part of dealing with him this week, included a visit to the local law enforcement (initiated by me), so that he could hear from someone other than his parents about the consequences of poor choices. He told me he hated me as we drove up. I told him that I knew that, and that I loved him anyway, and that I wanted him to hear what the guy had to say. Not to scare him, but so that he would know full ramifications of his future choices, that I couldn’t, at 6’1” 205 pounds, *make* him do anything, so I at least wanted him educated. He looked at me, told me he’d never been so angry at me in his life. And I looked at him, and my heart broke inside. Forty five minutes later, that same son was giving me a hug, and telling me how much he loved me, and all I could do was feel my eyes well up with tears, and think “God is good. Yep, He sure is. Thank You for this boy.” I want so much for my kids, and nothing is anything I can give them. I can only hope to teach them to seek it out for themselves, and hope that they have the desire, and the personal will to seek it. Things, like true happiness—the kind that money and stuff doesn’t bring, and a relationship with God, so that they always feel His presence and his unconditional love, things like a contented countenance, and loving humanitarianism. How do we teach this? Do we model it often enough? Can a Mom ever hug her kids too much? Gawd, I hope not. **Good luck on your journey. A blessing of this magnitude you will seldom receive.** Read your archived entry about your son and his first steps…and remembered my own blog entry of several weeks ago…my son, and steps of another kind…and couldn’t help but think that mother-pain is so much the same. At every stage. This was my entry:
Clicking on Tina’s link this AM, as I have gotten in the habit of doing, not necessarily as an imagination prompter, but more just to ask myself the questions that it generates…I clicked, and it asked me if there was something from this past week that I wish I could undo. Well, first impulse: YES! Then I got to thinking, yes…but he GREW from the experience (speaking of #1 son, and a rather sucky day with him on Monday) and so…now I’m not so sure. If I could erase the pain, the upset stomach that literally kept me from eating for about three days (benefit: 5 pounds lost.) and the feelings of utter helplessness, as I watch him struggle with life lessons I KNOW he must learn on his own, If I could erase all of that, and just have him GET it, I would. But I cannot, and I must stand next to him as he struggles with these things, and be there to help him pick up the pieces, (which I’m discovering is vastly different from picking them up for him) and watch him struggle with the reality of being not yet a man, no more a child. There is no worse feeling that I have encountered as a Mom, (Thank God) than watching my oldest struggle with his quest for independence, his quest for perfection, his second guessing of himself and his achievements.
Part of dealing with him this week, included a visit to the local law enforcement (initiated by me), so that he could hear from someone other than his parents about the consequences of poor choices. He told me he hated me as we drove up. I told him that I knew that, and that I loved him anyway, and that I wanted him to hear what the guy had to say. Not to scare him, but so that he would know full ramifications of his future choices, that I couldn’t, at 6’1” 205 pounds, *make* him do anything, so I at least wanted him educated. He looked at me, told me he’d never been so angry at me in his life. And I looked at him, and my heart broke inside. Forty five minutes later, that same son was giving me a hug, and telling me how much he loved me, and all I could do was feel my eyes well up with tears, and think “God is good. Yep, He sure is. Thank You for this boy.”

I want so much for my kids, and nothing is anything I can give them. I can only hope to teach them to seek it out for themselves, and hope that they have the desire, and the personal will to seek it. Things, like true happiness—the kind that money and stuff doesn’t bring, and a relationship with God, so that they always feel His presence and his unconditional love, things like a contented countenance, and loving humanitarianism. How do we teach this? Do we model it often enough? Can a Mom ever hug her kids too much? Gawd, I hope not.

**Good luck on your journey. A blessing of this magnitude you will seldom receive.**

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