tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4661804458082871127.post665980598781629740..comments2023-05-18T07:11:31.387-07:00Comments on Writing, Writer, Writest: Barbi Beckett: Right NowJosh Grimmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11413502117938807860noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4661804458082871127.post-21401919327715652062010-09-17T17:50:16.788-07:002010-09-17T17:50:16.788-07:00Barbi - Your words brought me back... as I've ...Barbi - Your words brought me back... as I've been in my 'dialed in funk' for so long it seems normal, and I haven't spent any time or energy to reflect and reassess. Thank you, at least I know I can see you at SS without the shame of my own self-imposed isolation.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14320421526889995800noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4661804458082871127.post-7928566924332004842010-09-17T12:42:34.162-07:002010-09-17T12:42:34.162-07:00Oh, Barbi, your words are dancing across the page ...Oh, Barbi, your words are dancing across the page with bursts of intensity followed by calm repose (I'm thinking of the previous posts, too). The freedom of releasing these memories is powerful. I'm with you on the abandonment thing (and the lost/gone boy), yet it was my father, which I believe is much easier to bear. Funny thing is, I never thought of it as abandonment until I had kids of my own. Like you, as they reached the age I was when it happened, I was overwhelmed by buried thoughts. You are a wonderful mama who's got it so together- you're kids are lucky to have the joy & beauty that is you-- exponentially given back to them with love.Carriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14090592161264170619noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4661804458082871127.post-12256401911523028632010-09-16T21:22:27.410-07:002010-09-16T21:22:27.410-07:00Once again I'm all wah-wah weepy Jane after re...Once again I'm all wah-wah weepy Jane after reading this. I should add Violetfilms response took me over the edge, also briliant.<br /><br />Your commitment to parenting you and the other two - all three of those gorgeous children is really inspiring. It's not easy to be so brave in the face of such ick. (age based memory relapse of fawking pain) A perfectly sweetened carbonated beverage is sure to help but I think you're really on to something with that noticing and remembering the breeze and the couch and the delightful Jen scurrying around making tea no doubt and probably mothering you like she did all of us. Oh man, now the waterfall is really coming! Thank you for this.Sweet Janehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02989731482233071993noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4661804458082871127.post-18899059048227791762010-09-16T19:55:13.853-07:002010-09-16T19:55:13.853-07:00On my birthday my mother called and left a message...On my birthday my mother called and left a message. It was the song, Happy Birthday To You, sung in a very slow, heart felt manner. No intro, and when she completed her last note, she hung up. This type of thing, any other year would have been yet another cringe-worthy moment for me in a seemingly endless stream of cringe-worthy moments from my mother through the years. This time, the sound of her voice brought me back to childhood when, not knowing what else to do to assuage my hurt, she would begin to sing in a low voice and stroke my back or my leg. The sound of my mother doing the best she knew how to be a good mother made tears begin to steam down my face. I felt profound gratitude that I had a mother to love me. She herself did not have that luxury - her won mother died when she was two, and her distraught father joined the army to fight and hopefully (so the story goes) to die in world war II. This left her to be raised by two very busy grandmothers, who in turn palmed the responsibility off on a string of nannies and maids. Although she had no role model for how to be a mother, she gave it her very best shot. For years I was somewhat appalled at her attempt - many times I felt she fell quite short - but hearing the sound of her voice in the phone Sunday suddenly made clear that, in fact, she had been enormously successful in the area that mattered most: she loved me. I have the privilege of knowing you, Barbi, and watching you parent like a champ. You inspire me, although my kids are older than yours! You should know that you are already a winner as a parent. You love your children, and they know it.Violetfilmshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12704719191074663515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4661804458082871127.post-91597785427105631672010-09-16T17:51:56.201-07:002010-09-16T17:51:56.201-07:00so eloquently put. you are so strong! and I bet yo...so eloquently put. you are so strong! and I bet you've already done three shades of right by those little people. xoglam.spoonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14775928503157260485noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4661804458082871127.post-77755349989743878992010-09-16T17:15:30.448-07:002010-09-16T17:15:30.448-07:00Barbini. Word, woman. Oof. There's a concept i...Barbini. Word, woman. Oof. There's a concept in Buddhism called "dukkha". It means "dissatisfactoriness", essentially, and the idea is that this is a huge filter through which humans are constantly seeing things. Like it's a built-in curse of being human. This piece takes me right there. I'm having a bout as we speak, you know? It attacks out of nowhere. Things just feel wrong, somehow. So those moments when you <i>can't</i> find anything wrong are so golden. You know it. <br /><br />I love this. And I think you live like a goddamn genius.Tina Rowleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13982100203591837083noreply@blogger.com