Last week my aunt had her lumpectomy. Thing 1 and Thing 2 wanted to know why Auntie couldn't come over. I told them that she was in the hospital having a lump removed from her breast. They made the appropriate sounds, serious "ohs" and "mm hmms", as I did my best to give the 4 year old version of breast cancer. Just when I was starting to think that I had such intelligent and sensitive little boys and that I had done a wonderful job explaining the situation, Thing 1 asked me "Where is her breast?" I pointed to mine and said "Right here" (surprised that all this time they didn't really know what I had been talking about) Thing 2 said "You mean her boobs?!"
"Yes." I said, and they both screamed "Eeeew!"
Later that day they decided to tell their sister all about it. I'm not sure exactly what was said but I heard bits and pieces about her tummy getting bigger and bigger. Finally, Girl Thing said " Mom, what are the twins talking about?!" Original Thing tried to clarify by saying " She had something in her that was making her sick and the doctor had to take it out." Girl Thing asked where and I said "In her breast". She gasped "You mean where she makes milk for her babies?!?!"
At least she knows what they're called and more importantly, what they are for.
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Monday, August 27, 2007
Monday, July 2, 2007
A Lot Like Singing in the Shower
The other day we were in the van on our 90 minute car ride home from my MIL's house. We were blasting the Dreamgirls soundtrack (after jammin' to Stevie Wonder, Earth Wind & Fire, and KC & the Sunshine Band). All of a sudden Girl Thing says, "I sing really good in my head, just not out loud."
Tuesday, April 3, 2007
Weekend Recreation
This past weekend started out great. Hubby and I woke up Saturday morning and started cleaning. His mother was coming to watch the kids for us so we could go out to dinner. Once she got to our house Hubby said he had plans for us for the day as well. First we went to get manicures and pedicures. It was fun and relaxing. Hubby got his toes painted the color of his favorite baseball team. The ladies in the nail salon got a kick out of that. They look so pretty!
After our pampering we went shopping for an outfit for me to wear to our fancy dinner date. Ugh, I hate shopping for clothes. Hubby thought that it would be a simple in and out thing, that we'd pick something that looked nice and be done. He had no idea how difficult it would be. We spent a couple of hours shopping and finally found something that looked nice on my long legs, short waist, big boobs and fluffy tummy.
We went home to get ready for our date. I quickly got dressed and headed out the door to drop off a gift for a good friend of mine. Her Blessingway was that evening. Earlier in the week I had done a belly cast for her. Another friend of ours decorated it for her and it was on display for everyone to write a special birthing message to her. It looked beautiful! I'm really happy it turned out so well.
So many of my favorite women were at this gathering. The energy was incredible and the food looked great. I really wish I could have stayed longer. It felt so good to be around so many wonderful people who were all there to love, honor, and nurture our friend on her path to becoming a mother for the second time. It made me think more about the book that I will eventually get around to writing. I really want every woman to find her "village" of sisters (cousins, aunts, mothers, grandmothers). We really need to be loved and supported by other women in our everyday lives.
I stayed and chatted for a little bit but then I had to rush off to go pick up Hubby so we could have our celebration dinner. We arrived at a beautiful restaurant overlooking the city. As soon as the couple we were dining with arrived, we were seated. The view was spectacular. Everything on the menu looked delicious so we decided on the Chef's Tasting Menus. The guys had Tasting Menu 1 which came with Foie Gras, Lobster Bisque, Pan Seared Austrailian Barramundi, some kind of lamb dish (poor lambs) , and dessert. My friend and I decided on Tasting Menu 2 which was all seafood (except for the dessert) and "created with spontaneous passion and customized" for us. Both of the tasting menus came with wine parings and everyone drank except for Hubby. After all that food and several glasses of wine, I was pretty wasted. The four of us sat and talked for another hour or two then we all went home.
Hubby and I quietly "celebrated" a little bit more when we got home (we had to be careful not to wake up sleeping children or my mother in law) then I fell asleep.
I woke up Sunday morning with the worst sore throat (a couple of the Things had been coughing all weekend), no headache but I still felt pretty yucky. Hubby and the Things took pity on me and let me stay in bed most of the day.
Later that night I had another gallbladder attack. It must have been all that rich food. This time I took a couple of pain pills (through out the night, not all at once). I didn't feel as much pain but my body still feels worn out from this weekends events.
It's a good thing anniversaries only come around once a year.
After our pampering we went shopping for an outfit for me to wear to our fancy dinner date. Ugh, I hate shopping for clothes. Hubby thought that it would be a simple in and out thing, that we'd pick something that looked nice and be done. He had no idea how difficult it would be. We spent a couple of hours shopping and finally found something that looked nice on my long legs, short waist, big boobs and fluffy tummy.
We went home to get ready for our date. I quickly got dressed and headed out the door to drop off a gift for a good friend of mine. Her Blessingway was that evening. Earlier in the week I had done a belly cast for her. Another friend of ours decorated it for her and it was on display for everyone to write a special birthing message to her. It looked beautiful! I'm really happy it turned out so well.
So many of my favorite women were at this gathering. The energy was incredible and the food looked great. I really wish I could have stayed longer. It felt so good to be around so many wonderful people who were all there to love, honor, and nurture our friend on her path to becoming a mother for the second time. It made me think more about the book that I will eventually get around to writing. I really want every woman to find her "village" of sisters (cousins, aunts, mothers, grandmothers). We really need to be loved and supported by other women in our everyday lives.
I stayed and chatted for a little bit but then I had to rush off to go pick up Hubby so we could have our celebration dinner. We arrived at a beautiful restaurant overlooking the city. As soon as the couple we were dining with arrived, we were seated. The view was spectacular. Everything on the menu looked delicious so we decided on the Chef's Tasting Menus. The guys had Tasting Menu 1 which came with Foie Gras, Lobster Bisque, Pan Seared Austrailian Barramundi, some kind of lamb dish (poor lambs) , and dessert. My friend and I decided on Tasting Menu 2 which was all seafood (except for the dessert) and "created with spontaneous passion and customized" for us. Both of the tasting menus came with wine parings and everyone drank except for Hubby. After all that food and several glasses of wine, I was pretty wasted. The four of us sat and talked for another hour or two then we all went home.
Hubby and I quietly "celebrated" a little bit more when we got home (we had to be careful not to wake up sleeping children or my mother in law) then I fell asleep.
I woke up Sunday morning with the worst sore throat (a couple of the Things had been coughing all weekend), no headache but I still felt pretty yucky. Hubby and the Things took pity on me and let me stay in bed most of the day.
Later that night I had another gallbladder attack. It must have been all that rich food. This time I took a couple of pain pills (through out the night, not all at once). I didn't feel as much pain but my body still feels worn out from this weekends events.
It's a good thing anniversaries only come around once a year.
Monday, March 5, 2007
The Sister Bond
Even though we weren't raised in the same home and we live thousands of miles apart, my oldest sister and I have a very special connection. Thing 1 and Thing 2 were conceived within hours of her middle child being conceived. I remember calling to tell her that Hubby and I weren't as careful as we should have been. I was looking for reassurance that everything would be just fine. Instead I got, "You too?!" Two or three weeks later I called her to tell her my pregnancy test was positive. She refused to take a test claiming that I had jinxed her. Of course when she finally took one hers was positive too. Our boys were due at the same time but the twins decided to come a few weeks early so they are 3 weeks apart.
Fast forward 3 years. I started feeling early pregnancy symptoms and was very confused (because I had my tubes tied when Thing 1 and 2 were born). I couldn't understand why my boobs were so sore and why I felt so nauseous. When Sis and I spoke, I told her about how I had been feeling. She got very quiet and told me she would call me back. She called a few days later and told me that I had gotten her pregnant. Immediately my symptoms disappeared. At first I thought that it was a quirky coincidence but as the pregnancy continued I felt more and more connected to her and her new baby. I would joke with her and tell her that she was having my baby. I was as involved with this pregnancy as I could be considering we live a couple of time zones away from each other.
We decided that I would have to be there for the birth. We worried a little about getting me there in time, but I think we all new deep down that there was no way I would miss it. I left Hubby and the Things in good hands (my mother in law's with my mom as backup) and flew across the country.
The timing was perfect. I got there a few days before my niece was born. The first day I was there I did Sis' belly cast. The second night we just hung out but when she went to bed I gave her and her man orders to get busy so we could get things moving. She seemed to have the look I see many moms get when they are close to going into labor. The next morning we went to her OB visit. She was 4cm and had some show (I'm sure the action the night before helped). Even though she wasn't contracting much, it was easy to see that she was in early labor. As we were leaving the office, her OB and midwife gave us instructions on what to do if she had the baby in the car. I loved hearing care providers talk about birth as something normal and not something to freak out about. We stopped at Trader Joe's on the way home to pick up snacks and stuff. That night we watched movies while I massaged her feet and belly with lavender oil. She woke me up around 3am and told me contractions were about 4-5 minutes apart. We left for the hospital about a half an hour later. When we got there Sis threw up as soon as she got in her room. She was checked and was 6 cm. We turned on her Hypnobirthing cd. For the next few hours we listened to the cd over and over. Sis seemed completely relaxed except for the occasional request for counter pressure on her back. Her man and I took turns holding her hand and pressing on her back. After a while we turned the cd off (I can't remember why we did). Sis got up and moved around a bit. It was amazing to watch her be so in tuned with her body and move exactly how her body and baby needed. Within moments Sis felt the urge to push. When they checked her she was complete but baby was still high. Sis pushed for a while but since Baby was posterior she wasn't moving down very quickly. The OB suggested getting Sis to lay on her belly to help baby turn (did I mention how much I loved this OB?) . Baby got into a good position pretty quickly and Sis had an even stronger urge to push. We were using a squat bar and while she was pushing she seemed to be afraid of the feeling. With each push she would jump from a squatting position to a standing position. I know I shouldn't laugh at any birthing mom, let alone my sister but, it was pretty funny to see her standing on the bed, holding on to the squat bar for dear life. Every time she would stop herself from pushing she would beg each of us to help her, to do something. She seemed to need to be reminded that none of us could do the work for her. At one point I asked her what she wanted us to do? She replied Take her out!". I asked her if she wanted a c-section (not because I thought she needed or would get one but to show her that she had to help herself). No one else seemed to know where I was going with this question because I heard at least two horrified "No!"s coming from her man and either the OB or the nurse. Sis was starting to lose her focus and I decided that she needed me to get firm with her. I told her to "Get down here and start pushing". That's when she hit me!
Ok, she didn't really hit me, she just slapped at my hand and her man's hand and told us to stop it. It worked though, she got back into a squat, bore down and pushed. For some reason none of us were looking at her during this push. I had been reaching for a washcloth (I don't know what the OB, her man, and the nurse were doing) when I turned back around, half of my niece's head was out. We all yelled for her to wait. The OB didn't even have her gloves on! Of course there was no waiting and one push later, her head was out. She leaned back onto the bed and pushed her the rest of the way out.
My beautiful niece was born at 8:37am. She was 6 lbs 14 oz and 19 inches long.
The OB waited patiently for Sis to birth the placenta. While she waited we chatted about her twins and how more than 20% moms in her practice have unmedicated births.
Baby Girl breastfed right away and was skin to skin with her mommy for the first hour of her life. Then she had bonding time with her Daddy. When I finally got to hold her I looked at her and immediately felt a connection I can't really explain. It was like I already knew her, like she had been a part of me too.
I stayed with this wonderful new family for a few more days and then came back home to my own. It was so wonderful to be able to be a part of this birth. I didn't think it was possible but, this experience made my connection to my sister even stronger.
Fast forward 3 years. I started feeling early pregnancy symptoms and was very confused (because I had my tubes tied when Thing 1 and 2 were born). I couldn't understand why my boobs were so sore and why I felt so nauseous. When Sis and I spoke, I told her about how I had been feeling. She got very quiet and told me she would call me back. She called a few days later and told me that I had gotten her pregnant. Immediately my symptoms disappeared. At first I thought that it was a quirky coincidence but as the pregnancy continued I felt more and more connected to her and her new baby. I would joke with her and tell her that she was having my baby. I was as involved with this pregnancy as I could be considering we live a couple of time zones away from each other.
We decided that I would have to be there for the birth. We worried a little about getting me there in time, but I think we all new deep down that there was no way I would miss it. I left Hubby and the Things in good hands (my mother in law's with my mom as backup) and flew across the country.
The timing was perfect. I got there a few days before my niece was born. The first day I was there I did Sis' belly cast. The second night we just hung out but when she went to bed I gave her and her man orders to get busy so we could get things moving. She seemed to have the look I see many moms get when they are close to going into labor. The next morning we went to her OB visit. She was 4cm and had some show (I'm sure the action the night before helped). Even though she wasn't contracting much, it was easy to see that she was in early labor. As we were leaving the office, her OB and midwife gave us instructions on what to do if she had the baby in the car. I loved hearing care providers talk about birth as something normal and not something to freak out about. We stopped at Trader Joe's on the way home to pick up snacks and stuff. That night we watched movies while I massaged her feet and belly with lavender oil. She woke me up around 3am and told me contractions were about 4-5 minutes apart. We left for the hospital about a half an hour later. When we got there Sis threw up as soon as she got in her room. She was checked and was 6 cm. We turned on her Hypnobirthing cd. For the next few hours we listened to the cd over and over. Sis seemed completely relaxed except for the occasional request for counter pressure on her back. Her man and I took turns holding her hand and pressing on her back. After a while we turned the cd off (I can't remember why we did). Sis got up and moved around a bit. It was amazing to watch her be so in tuned with her body and move exactly how her body and baby needed. Within moments Sis felt the urge to push. When they checked her she was complete but baby was still high. Sis pushed for a while but since Baby was posterior she wasn't moving down very quickly. The OB suggested getting Sis to lay on her belly to help baby turn (did I mention how much I loved this OB?) . Baby got into a good position pretty quickly and Sis had an even stronger urge to push. We were using a squat bar and while she was pushing she seemed to be afraid of the feeling. With each push she would jump from a squatting position to a standing position. I know I shouldn't laugh at any birthing mom, let alone my sister but, it was pretty funny to see her standing on the bed, holding on to the squat bar for dear life. Every time she would stop herself from pushing she would beg each of us to help her, to do something. She seemed to need to be reminded that none of us could do the work for her. At one point I asked her what she wanted us to do? She replied Take her out!". I asked her if she wanted a c-section (not because I thought she needed or would get one but to show her that she had to help herself). No one else seemed to know where I was going with this question because I heard at least two horrified "No!"s coming from her man and either the OB or the nurse. Sis was starting to lose her focus and I decided that she needed me to get firm with her. I told her to "Get down here and start pushing". That's when she hit me!
Ok, she didn't really hit me, she just slapped at my hand and her man's hand and told us to stop it. It worked though, she got back into a squat, bore down and pushed. For some reason none of us were looking at her during this push. I had been reaching for a washcloth (I don't know what the OB, her man, and the nurse were doing) when I turned back around, half of my niece's head was out. We all yelled for her to wait. The OB didn't even have her gloves on! Of course there was no waiting and one push later, her head was out. She leaned back onto the bed and pushed her the rest of the way out.
My beautiful niece was born at 8:37am. She was 6 lbs 14 oz and 19 inches long.
The OB waited patiently for Sis to birth the placenta. While she waited we chatted about her twins and how more than 20% moms in her practice have unmedicated births.
Baby Girl breastfed right away and was skin to skin with her mommy for the first hour of her life. Then she had bonding time with her Daddy. When I finally got to hold her I looked at her and immediately felt a connection I can't really explain. It was like I already knew her, like she had been a part of me too.
I stayed with this wonderful new family for a few more days and then came back home to my own. It was so wonderful to be able to be a part of this birth. I didn't think it was possible but, this experience made my connection to my sister even stronger.
Friday, March 2, 2007
I promise!
I have so many ideas for posts running through my head. If I just had a laptop I would write more frequently. I hate sitting at my makeshift computer desk. It is not conducive to creative writing.
I have 4 births to write about as well as my many other "deep" thoughts.
I know that I'm on the verge of some serious power blogging. Just bear with me, please.
By the way, Thing 1 and Thing 2 recently turned 4. I can't believe my youngest children have grown up so quickly!
O.T. (Original Thing) taught Thing 1 to call people Fart Gas. It's not a nice name but it's not the worst thing you could call someone, unless you do not speak clearly and it come out sounding like F*ck @ss (try it yourself, just take the "rt" out of the phrase). I'm not sure I want to stop him from saying it because it just sounds so wrong but cute at the same time. Bad Mommy!
I have 4 births to write about as well as my many other "deep" thoughts.
I know that I'm on the verge of some serious power blogging. Just bear with me, please.
By the way, Thing 1 and Thing 2 recently turned 4. I can't believe my youngest children have grown up so quickly!
O.T. (Original Thing) taught Thing 1 to call people Fart Gas. It's not a nice name but it's not the worst thing you could call someone, unless you do not speak clearly and it come out sounding like F*ck @ss (try it yourself, just take the "rt" out of the phrase). I'm not sure I want to stop him from saying it because it just sounds so wrong but cute at the same time. Bad Mommy!
Friday, January 19, 2007
She's Leaving Home
I'm filled with anxiety today. I am preparing to leave my family for 11 days. On the other hand, I'm very excited because I'm leaving so I can be at the birth of my sister's third baby. I think this will be the longest time I will have spent away from my kids. What will they do without me? Will my husband be a better mom than I am? Will he be able to keep a cleaner house while taking care of 4 children? Will my kids have more fun with him and their grandmothers than they do with me? Will he be better at the shopping? Will he get them to, and pick them up from school on time (something I rarely do)? Will I be missed? Oh no, will they miss me too much? Will they cry every night for their mommy? Will my daughter wind up with damaged hair because nobody knows how to properly care for it except me? Will they eat well? Will my hubby buy the right foods or will he feed them nothing but pizza, waffles, and ramen noodles (something I've been know to do occasionally)? Will someone forget to take them or pick them up from school? Will my mother or my mother-in-law lose one of my kids while my husband is at work?
There are too many unknowns, maybe I should stay home. Or maybe I should trust that the man I married and the women who raised us will take just the right amount of care of my children.
There are too many unknowns, maybe I should stay home. Or maybe I should trust that the man I married and the women who raised us will take just the right amount of care of my children.
Saturday, December 30, 2006
Thing 1 and Thing 2
The other day the twins were going through my purse looking for gum. They found a tampon and ran up to me to ask what it was.
"What's this Mommy?" Thing 1 asked.
"It's a tampon" I replied, thinking a simple answer would make them lose interest.
"Where do you put it?" Hmmm, how do I explain that one and what would make Thing 1 ask such a question? I decided to say nothing.
"Do you put it in your mouth?" Thing 2 asked.
"No" I said calmly.
"Do you put it in your ear?" Thing 1 said while tyring to stick the tampon in his ear.
"No" I repeated, wishing I could change the subject.
"Do you put it in your nose?" Thing 2 giggled.
"No!" I yelled, "I put it in my vagina!" I snatched the tampon away from them and put it away.
"Oh!' they replied softly, sounding a bit confused.
I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking I was done trying to explain tampons to a couple of 3 year old boys.
All of a sudden Thing 1 pipes up "Show us!" and Thing 2 exclaimed "Yeah, show us!"
"Please!" they begged in unison.
I could only respond as any other loving, communicative mother would.
"No! Now get out of here and leave me alone!"
Oh, the joys of raising little boys!
"What's this Mommy?" Thing 1 asked.
"It's a tampon" I replied, thinking a simple answer would make them lose interest.
"Where do you put it?" Hmmm, how do I explain that one and what would make Thing 1 ask such a question? I decided to say nothing.
"Do you put it in your mouth?" Thing 2 asked.
"No" I said calmly.
"Do you put it in your ear?" Thing 1 said while tyring to stick the tampon in his ear.
"No" I repeated, wishing I could change the subject.
"Do you put it in your nose?" Thing 2 giggled.
"No!" I yelled, "I put it in my vagina!" I snatched the tampon away from them and put it away.
"Oh!' they replied softly, sounding a bit confused.
I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking I was done trying to explain tampons to a couple of 3 year old boys.
All of a sudden Thing 1 pipes up "Show us!" and Thing 2 exclaimed "Yeah, show us!"
"Please!" they begged in unison.
I could only respond as any other loving, communicative mother would.
"No! Now get out of here and leave me alone!"
Oh, the joys of raising little boys!
Sunday, December 3, 2006
Mommy and Me
My mom is a pretty cool chick to hang out with. I used to hate when people called me Little B but now, I so want to be my mom when I grow up. I'd like to not need to be as busy as she is (that won't happen since I have 4 kids to her 1) but I'd like to be as cultured, as smart and as patient as she is.
Even though I see my mom at least twice a week, we rarely get to spend time together. Most of my "mom time" is actually Grandmama time. I'm usually bringing a kid or two (or four) to her house or she is picking someone (or all of them) up from our house. She is my back up childcare when Hubby isn't available & I have to do birthwork. My kids adore her and I'm guessing she feels the same way about them because she makes sure that each of them get to spend quality time with her.
I was starting to resent all the time my kids get to spend with her that I don't, so Mom and I decided to have GNO (girls night out). Friday night I picked my mom up driving a car that is not all that kid friendly. When I got to the door she went into "mom mode". I obviously wasn't dressed warm enough for how cold it was outside. Instead of leaving with enough time to pick up a bite to eat, we had to go inside and find a coat for me. She was right, my flimsy sweater wouldn't have done much for me by the time the movie let out. My mom is always right (another reason why I want to be her). We said goodbye to her hubby and giggled with excitement about being out together with no kids & no hubbies. We were off to see Bobby!
We got to the movie theater, mom bought our tickets and I bought our snacks. Sadly, the movie wasn't as good as it could have been. We knew going in that the movie had received mixed reviews but we had hoped for the best. It was very slow starting, bordering on boring but the wrap up was good. The ending was very touching.
The best part of the movie was Robert Kennedy's speech that was played after he had been shot. It's called On The Mindless Menace Of Violence. It's amazing how little times have changed. These words could easily be spoken today.
http://www.rfkmemorial.org/lifevision/onthemindlessmenaceofviolence/
After the movie I drove my mother home. We listened to one of my favorite new artists, Corrine Bailey Rae, and I found out that my mother loves her too. I told you she's cool.
Even though I see my mom at least twice a week, we rarely get to spend time together. Most of my "mom time" is actually Grandmama time. I'm usually bringing a kid or two (or four) to her house or she is picking someone (or all of them) up from our house. She is my back up childcare when Hubby isn't available & I have to do birthwork. My kids adore her and I'm guessing she feels the same way about them because she makes sure that each of them get to spend quality time with her.
I was starting to resent all the time my kids get to spend with her that I don't, so Mom and I decided to have GNO (girls night out). Friday night I picked my mom up driving a car that is not all that kid friendly. When I got to the door she went into "mom mode". I obviously wasn't dressed warm enough for how cold it was outside. Instead of leaving with enough time to pick up a bite to eat, we had to go inside and find a coat for me. She was right, my flimsy sweater wouldn't have done much for me by the time the movie let out. My mom is always right (another reason why I want to be her). We said goodbye to her hubby and giggled with excitement about being out together with no kids & no hubbies. We were off to see Bobby!
We got to the movie theater, mom bought our tickets and I bought our snacks. Sadly, the movie wasn't as good as it could have been. We knew going in that the movie had received mixed reviews but we had hoped for the best. It was very slow starting, bordering on boring but the wrap up was good. The ending was very touching.
The best part of the movie was Robert Kennedy's speech that was played after he had been shot. It's called On The Mindless Menace Of Violence. It's amazing how little times have changed. These words could easily be spoken today.
http://www.rfkmemorial.org/lifevision/onthemindlessmenaceofviolence/
After the movie I drove my mother home. We listened to one of my favorite new artists, Corrine Bailey Rae, and I found out that my mother loves her too. I told you she's cool.
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
My Special Women
I have many amazing women in my life. These women are from different cultures, age groups, income levels, and ethnic backgrounds. Some of them are strict herbivores while others revel in their flesh eating ways. They are Catholic, Mormon, Jehovah's Witness, Apostolic (and many other variations of Christianity), Hindu, Jewish, undecided and simply "spiritual". They are Republicans, Democrats, Independents, as well as politically neutral. They are gay, straight, and a few are somewhere in between. All of them are mothers whether they have given birth, adopted or helped to raise the child of a daughter, sibling, cousin or friend. Many of them have done all or at least a combination of these things. They are all nurturers in on way or another.
These women are all special to me and all play a different role in my life. Some of them are friends with each other, some of them have never met, a couple of them may not even like each other but I love them all and they all love me. They seem to move in and out of my life as I need them and as they need me but we are always connected. I wish I could think of the perfect word to describe this gift. It's like a network, a circle, a spiral, an...I don't know. What I keep picturing is my limited memory of what an atom looks like. Protons and neutrons moving around the nucleus (do they move closer to and further away from the nucleus at different times as needed?) and connecting to other protons and neutrons in other atoms (their other friends that I may not be connected to). Am I making any sense? Keep in mind it's been a good decade and a half since I've taken any thing close to a science class.
I checked Thesaurus. com and came up with some synonyms that kinda, sorta fit.
Alliance
Association
Clan
Community
Crew
Family
Federation
Kin
League
Network
Interconnections
Netting
Nexus
People
Sisterhood
Structure (it feels more free flowing than this word allows for)
Tribe
Troop
None of these words describe it completely. What is it? I need the word. Do I have to make one up? There has to be a word out there...
Help, please!
p.s. Can you tell that I like my friends like I like my chocolate? Assorted, with lots of nuts!
These women are all special to me and all play a different role in my life. Some of them are friends with each other, some of them have never met, a couple of them may not even like each other but I love them all and they all love me. They seem to move in and out of my life as I need them and as they need me but we are always connected. I wish I could think of the perfect word to describe this gift. It's like a network, a circle, a spiral, an...I don't know. What I keep picturing is my limited memory of what an atom looks like. Protons and neutrons moving around the nucleus (do they move closer to and further away from the nucleus at different times as needed?) and connecting to other protons and neutrons in other atoms (their other friends that I may not be connected to). Am I making any sense? Keep in mind it's been a good decade and a half since I've taken any thing close to a science class.
I checked Thesaurus. com and came up with some synonyms that kinda, sorta fit.
Alliance
Association
Clan
Community
Crew
Family
Federation
Kin
League
Network
Interconnections
Netting
Nexus
People
Sisterhood
Structure (it feels more free flowing than this word allows for)
Tribe
Troop
None of these words describe it completely. What is it? I need the word. Do I have to make one up? There has to be a word out there...
Help, please!
p.s. Can you tell that I like my friends like I like my chocolate? Assorted, with lots of nuts!
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