Love to everyone here.
I often think about the flash of joy I experienced when I first found MN: it was like coming across an island, slightly outside of reality, embedded in a computer screen, amidst a sometimes overwhelming day to day reality of the intensities of motherhood.
I used to feel I was just lying on sand, drying in sun, after having been pounded by life.
And it was so intimate, and almost as though it was written in a language I heard nowhere else but had known forever.
So - thank you all for that.
I guess we're all older now. Sometimes I feel that life has treated me much the way a toddler treats its favourite cuddly: not unkindly, so to speak - possibly even an excess of a kind of love - but certainly in a way that has bits of me falling off, my stuffing flattened, and crucial parts now long gone.
And my earliest suspicions that having children is a reckless act of making your emotional and psychological stability a hostage to fortune proved correct ...
But, hey, that's experience. And I guess you have to find some way of loving it - the incredible gifts of joy and the grim bits.
Immense amounts of love to you, BitOfFun. Just lots of luck, too, you gorgeous, marvellous woman.
And to all of you: thank you for your company and wisdom and humour. And keep on carrying it forward. 💐💐💐