Archive for January, 2010

Tears and Regrets

I have been tearing a lot in the past week or so about stories with parent and children.  It’s understandable with the stories about Haiti orphans and parents digging for days for their children…but crying over TV dramas is kind of weird.  I listened to the archive of Cheryl Richardson’s radio show, and she talks about how she made a conscious choice not to have children, but it doesn’t mean she hasn’t grieved not having them.  I never made the choice one way or another.  I’ve never had the right relationship to consider it (let’s just say my judgment of men was poor).  I did think very seriously about adopting a child a few years ago but reached the conclusion it was not the best home for a child. 

But the point is I haven’t done the grieving.  I’m not sure exactly how to do it, although I think I read a suggestion once to write a letter to the child, or maybe that was when a child has died. 

 I think it’s where the desire to visit sick children in hospitals with a therapy dog comes from.  Or to participate in Reading Assistance Education Dogs.  I’ve also known since I used to babysit as a teenager that I was very glad it wasn’t a full-time responsibility.  But having a therapy dog would be a way to give back, and Cubbie would make a great one once he settles down a bit.

 There’s also the desire to create something lasting, like a book, that I believe also comes from the mother instinct.  I’ve heard lots of women writers describe writing a book as being like childbirth.


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Sherri at Serene Journey asked this question (actually, her husband asked her).  If there was no limit to what you could do, what would you do?

At first I thought, I’d have an animal rescue–on the ocean!– but it expanded from there.  I would have a healing center, where animals are healed by people and visa versa.  There would also be art and music therapy, even an artists’ colony.  It would be like Chataucqua in the summer, with performances and workshops.  You could also explore different paths of spirituality.  All right, this is getting a little carried away, but why not dream big?  And there would be a healing garden, tended by anyone who wished to.  There could also be a day care like the one I read about where senior citizens who no longer have young children in their lives come and help out for the day.  That’s another win-win situation.

And maybe it should be in Hawaii so the weather is always good!  Or San Diego or Monterey.  Now I just have to think of a name to take the visualization even further.  Is anyone with the last name  of Winfrey, Gates, or Branson reading this blog?

Asilomar State Beach, California

(I included this picture because I love the retreat center shown in Dr. Wayne Dyer’s movie, “The Shift.”)

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