It all feels like a roller coaster, I wonder how I will manage...one day. Somewhere, I haveread "when life becomes a rollercoaster, sit in the front seat, throw your arms in the air and enjoy the ride!"
I'll follow you anywhere, my friend, and even bring shortbread...
ps, it sounds like a marvelous wedding: tears, food, music, emotional roller coaster and then more again of the same, topped by lots of love....sigh...
Absolutely not - never - no way - nohow could that description not make a Pulitzer. I hope Raheela's Dad/Mum/Uncle will manage to post the inverted perspective somewhere accessible - google will give us a 'streetmap' I suspect - whose got the film rights? but.... glad to B back R U?
Oh Reb - your wedding came to life for me from across the seas! In my home town (Durban, in the province of Kwa-Zulu Natal, South Africa) we have the largest population of Indians outside of India. They arrived here in 1860, some as indentured labourers to work in the sugar cane fields and others as merchants). We have been to many weddings both Muslim and Hindu and a combination of Christian-Hindu. Enjoy being back home. Life goes on. xxx
Follow you? To the ends of the earth! The wedding celebration sounds wonderful and overwhelming and everything in between. Thanks for sharing it with us.
It's a shock realizing YOU are the mother-in-law. And my heart goes out to you as you begin this new journey. I find myself frequently trying to remind myself to put on their shoes when making "family" decisions. Sometimes it ain't easy, but it's always interesting!
You've done absolutely great! Your lovely son and his new wife are lucky to have you. Well done you. And what fun to have such an exotic and beautiful daughter-in-law. Your grandchildren will be stunners!
Awesome post Reb. Sounds like you enjoyed yourself...and I would strongly suggest a hosted site with Wordpress...it's much easier to use. I am certain your domain is probably available. I use LaughingSquid for $6/mo for one of my websites. They did the install of WP for me. Super easy. Just let your readers know when you move...I follow your blog, along with many others, using Feedly, an RSS feed.
Wow, what an event. I could feel your alone-ness and your loss. It is a strange thing to hand our sons over to another woman and to realize that she knows them far better than we ever have or ever will. Heartbreaking in a way, but what a joy to have another woman love them totally.
A boy grows up and seek to find the joy and gift of love he intuited but never quite 'got' in his relationship with his mother. While he may succeed superficially and briefly, the coupled relationship bears none of the depth, volume and timelessness of the mother-son dance. It's like comparing a backyard stream running high to the Gulf Stream - timeless, perpetual and mysterious. Wonderful wedding honesty. i've failed twice at marriage and long only for my mother. God bless you and all your new family.
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Of course we'll go with you. Digesting.
Pied Piper, play your flute, we all will follow.
It all feels like a roller coaster, I wonder how I will manage...one day. Somewhere, I haveread "when life becomes a rollercoaster, sit in the front seat, throw your arms in the air and enjoy the ride!"
I very much enjoyed your front seat ride.
Ingrid
I'll follow you anywhere, my friend, and even bring shortbread...
ps, it sounds like a marvelous wedding: tears, food, music, emotional roller coaster and then more again of the same, topped by lots of love....sigh...
love, k
Absolutely not - never - no way - nohow could that description not make a Pulitzer. I hope Raheela's Dad/Mum/Uncle will manage to post the inverted perspective somewhere accessible - google will give us a 'streetmap' I suspect - whose got the film rights? but.... glad to B back R U?
Of course, even though I am quite new to your readership...
Oh Reb - your wedding came to life for me from across the seas! In my home town (Durban, in the province of Kwa-Zulu Natal, South Africa) we have the largest population of Indians outside of India. They arrived here in 1860, some as indentured labourers to work in the sugar cane fields and others as merchants). We have been to many weddings both Muslim and Hindu and a combination of Christian-Hindu. Enjoy being back home. Life goes on. xxx
Follow you? To the ends of the earth! The wedding celebration sounds wonderful and overwhelming and everything in between. Thanks for sharing it with us.
Sheri G. in MN
Lovely to read this Rebekah. It brings back lots of memories of my own inter-cultural and inter-religious one. Lets talk about this soon.
I've never had any frustrations blogging with wordpress.
Looking forward to February!
Andy
It's a shock realizing YOU are the mother-in-law. And my heart goes out to you as you begin this new journey. I find myself frequently trying to remind myself to put on their shoes when making "family" decisions. Sometimes it ain't easy, but it's always interesting!
Follow you? I'm hoping to walk right on by (and stop in) later this year!
You've done absolutely great! Your lovely son and his new wife are lucky to have you. Well done you. And what fun to have such an exotic and beautiful daughter-in-law. Your grandchildren will be stunners!
Awesome post Reb. Sounds like you enjoyed yourself...and I would strongly suggest a hosted site with Wordpress...it's much easier to use. I am certain your domain is probably available. I use LaughingSquid for $6/mo for one of my websites. They did the install of WP for me. Super easy. Just let your readers know when you move...I follow your blog, along with many others, using Feedly, an RSS feed.
Wow, what an event. I could feel your alone-ness and your loss. It is a strange thing to hand our sons over to another woman and to realize that she knows them far better than we ever have or ever will. Heartbreaking in a way, but what a joy to have another woman love them totally.
As for following you - I'm hard to shake.
A boy grows up and seek to find the joy and gift of love he intuited but never quite 'got' in his relationship with his mother. While he may succeed superficially and briefly, the coupled relationship bears none of the depth, volume and timelessness of the mother-son dance. It's like comparing a backyard stream running high to the Gulf Stream - timeless, perpetual and mysterious. Wonderful wedding honesty. i've failed twice at marriage and long only for my mother. God bless you and all your new family.
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