you were here to help me now. To tell me which class to take next term? I don’t know where to begin. To teach me to drive. To be the soft, gentle and patient teacher I have always longed for. To be my cheerleader, rooting me along. To tell me that everything is going to be okay, even if it doesn’t feel like it very often. To hold me and make me feel safe. To tell me that you are proud of me. To not laugh when I ask a question that’s kind of stupid. To advise me on being a mother. To let me know that I can breathe it into life, after dreaming it. God damn you, why did you go away?
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Comment by cazzy
November 28, 2006 @ 3:22 pm
Wish I had more of ‘it’ too - it’s called hubris, but, like too dense a spice, you wouldn’t be the wonderful, tasty, dear thing you are with too much of it.
You will be the finest gourmet chef - not that you aren’t already. Then you might write a great cook book with your writingability and talent.