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Does Collecting Make You Feel Dirty?
Carpe Noctem
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alsoname From: alsoname Date: October 13th, 2013 08:51 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
I continue to be in awe when you tell of your daughter ordering you away from your own home -- for hours at a time -- and you respectfully complying. I remember loving the rare -- so rare, as in a few times a year -- periods of alone-time in my
house growing up. Playing my music on the "real" stereo in the TV area rather than on my crappy boombox in my bedroom. Having phone conversations with no one around to eavesdrop. It felt so liberating.

Maybe it's because they were, and are, such homebodies that my parents would have laughed in my face if I had asked them to grab my brother and get the hell out for a few hours. It never even occurred to me to ask, just as I'm sure it never would have occurred to them how much better I would have felt with more space -- not just the physical kind but the mental kind as well.
cbertsch From: cbertsch Date: October 31st, 2013 07:29 am (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
[Sorry for the delayed reply. I responded on my phone, but only just now realized that the comment failed to post.]

It never occurred to me, either. But it also never occurred to me to ask for the food I wanted to eat, instead of what the family was eating. For whatever reason -- and I can see both the pros and cons -- we never really forced Skylar to eat what we were eating. Part of it, I think, simply had to do with the fact that she had so many ear infections during our first year in Tucson, when she was two, that she was constantly on antibiotics that radically reduced her appetite. Just getting her to eat anything at all was such a challenge that we ended up giving her what she wanted. And that permissiveness carried over into other areas of parenting.
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