Wednesday, January 2, 2008

Wordy Wednesday #1

I Wanna Hold Your Hand
Ah, the freedom of blabbing on and on and on and on each Wednesday!

What is it that makes us bend over backwards to be kind to those farther removed from us while we continue to be hurtful towards the ones we profess to love? Why can this boy, who regularly pounds on his younger brother, take the hand of a younger boy when it is offered up? And why can this little boy, who regularly harasses his older brother, offer up his hand to this bounding big man-boy?

We save our most vile moments to expel against the ones we love, the ones who love us. And they will continue to love us. But will they always? Or can love gradually be chipped away, vile bit by vile bit? I don't think parental love can. I'm not so sure about sibling love. And I know from experience that love of a mate can ultimately chip away. [Good Lord, people, I'm talking about my past, not my present.]


I mentioned to Eldest the other night that I had a fairly wide open day Friday. Writer that he is, he wondered if I would perhaps like a wri...