tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19549393.post113963995487590815..comments2023-04-23T13:33:55.868-05:00Comments on The Realm of Possibility: For GrantedDiabolical Geniushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01054611487880242577noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19549393.post-1139954050087444192006-02-14T15:54:00.000-06:002006-02-14T15:54:00.000-06:00Appreciate your reflections, Harry.I'm not sure ho...Appreciate your reflections, Harry.<BR/><BR/>I'm not sure how much good the memories do me, either, except that I feel like I'm missing a part of humanity by not being able to retain them better than I do. Additionally, I totally enjoy being locked in a moment with any of my kids and the specialness of that time -- and then when I've basically forgotten it a month later and can only touch upon stuff through either very faded memories or, more likely, because I have a third child now going through the stages that my first two went through, I feel like a pretty rotten human being. I think my wife remembers stuff way better than I do. I figure most people do.<BR/><BR/>But yeah, to try to remember everythng at the expense of losing the times we have now would be both futile and foolish.<BR/><BR/>Thanks again.Richhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17629158473415918017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19549393.post-1139853265568054282006-02-13T11:54:00.000-06:002006-02-13T11:54:00.000-06:00I feel your pain. My girls are 12 and 13 and I st...I feel your pain. My girls are 12 and 13 and I struggle for those memories too. But I think you got it right about every stage creating memories that replace those lost from the previous stages. This must be by design. I know when I reach the point of wanting to put my 13 year old in the classifieds with the disclaimer “as is, needs lots of work, no guarantees”, I reach back in the files and see her sitting in my lap feeding me pieces of an apple I have cut up for us to share. Other than pulling her out of the fire at a moment like that, I don’t know how much good those memories do me, or her, today. Every day brings me joy, a lot of days bring me discomfort, some days bring me pain, and a few days bring me disappointment. I need all the brain space available to deal with that kind of dynamic.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com