tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216016842351251217.post3485738167402904637..comments2024-03-09T04:34:33.147-05:00Comments on bettyanne&scott: BittersweetBetty Anne Davidsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248171601969282703noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216016842351251217.post-12883809205473484602011-11-08T16:11:53.422-05:002011-11-08T16:11:53.422-05:00Oh it makes perfect sense. Thank you for allowing ...Oh it makes perfect sense. Thank you for allowing me to enter your heart, it's so loving!Sober Juliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17318097778780146026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216016842351251217.post-69484835906261173672011-11-08T15:23:04.130-05:002011-11-08T15:23:04.130-05:00Thank you all for your supportive comments! Brand...Thank you all for your supportive comments! Brandi--that makes a lot of sense, the similarities between our situations/losing a parent. Thanks for sharing that perspective.<br /><br />Sometimes when I write about adoption-related things, I get all teary or flat out CRY as I write. This wasn't one of those times. I feel good about where I am emotionally right now, dealing with new motherhood.<br /><br />Thanks again for being supportive of me writing my way through this!Betty Anne Davidsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03248171601969282703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216016842351251217.post-25441617768099997482011-11-08T10:35:25.950-05:002011-11-08T10:35:25.950-05:00I can only imagine how truly bittersweet that is f...I can only imagine how truly bittersweet that is for you as a mother. I hope you feel a little better writing about it.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01044279582701415786noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216016842351251217.post-19852087688435039952011-11-08T10:25:51.476-05:002011-11-08T10:25:51.476-05:00Oh do I GET it! Although the situation was differ...Oh do I GET it! Although the situation was different, I raised a child for nearly three years before I lost her. She was an intended adoptive placement, but then things fell apart and she was removed. I almost felt like someone FORCED to choose adoption. I had to give her up and I didn't want to. Now, I have another child. Another girl. And while I love her immensely, at times, I can't help but remember what it was like with the other little girl. Ironically, they remind me of each other in tiny little ways that keep me connected.CJhttp://www.dontlicktheferrets.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216016842351251217.post-29052773036837469392011-11-08T09:38:15.681-05:002011-11-08T09:38:15.681-05:00Of course this makes sense. You've written elo...Of course this makes sense. You've written eloquently about a subject that must be terribly difficult for you. I have two adult children I feel I failed, having raised them only until they were beginning their elementary school years. Now I have infant twin boys and I keep having those bittersweet feelings too. Each milestone brings joy and sadness at the same time. Thank you for sharing this.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216016842351251217.post-35443763903888073062011-11-08T08:38:27.131-05:002011-11-08T08:38:27.131-05:00But what a gift you gave your child and some other...But what a gift you gave your child and some other mother and father. Bless you for that!Kathleen Basihttp://www.kathleenbasi.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216016842351251217.post-5785122641587269342011-11-08T00:21:17.107-05:002011-11-08T00:21:17.107-05:00It makes sense so much sense. And despite your gr...It makes sense so much sense. And despite your grief I am glad that you are able to not be consumed by the bitter so that you might still enjoy the sweet.Krishannhttp://www.hismrshermr.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216016842351251217.post-18349586512498904572011-11-07T23:27:34.850-05:002011-11-07T23:27:34.850-05:00It does make sense. And your heart with all of tha...It does make sense. And your heart with all of that room and love within it to think and feel and know these things? It, too, makes sense.Galit Breenhttp://theselittlewaves.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216016842351251217.post-2989405560671074052011-11-07T22:56:53.924-05:002011-11-07T22:56:53.924-05:00Oh my goodness, I can't imagine. Thanks for w...Oh my goodness, I can't imagine. Thanks for writing this.Oliviahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04607985002718980126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7216016842351251217.post-24526685072472512332011-11-07T22:43:02.311-05:002011-11-07T22:43:02.311-05:00The delayed grief sounds similar to, say, losing a...The delayed grief sounds similar to, say, losing a parent early. You have to relive missing them along all the path of growing up yourself, when you with they were there for big moments or just various consultations and company. The difference here is that it's someone else growing up (well, two someone elses, really). Thank goodness you have assurance that Chloe has good parents, thanks to the open adoption aspect. But I understand that's but one thing to feel relieved about and it doesn't cancel out the anguish/grief.Brandinoreply@blogger.com