Comments on: The hardest things to write about http://rebeccakuder.com/2009/10/22/the-hardest-things-to-write-about/ "This will be loud, so lock your ears if you can." --Merida, 2/2/12 Sat, 19 May 2012 00:18:41 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.com/ By: The three layers « Being the Blog of Rebecca Kuder http://rebeccakuder.com/2009/10/22/the-hardest-things-to-write-about/#comment-107 Mon, 07 Dec 2009 20:54:42 +0000 http://rebeccakuder.wordpress.com/?p=205#comment-107 [...] birth essay, I have really struggled about what should stay in, and what should not. As I mentioned here, it’s one of the hardest things I have ever written, maybe the hardest. I think I understand [...]

]]> By: rebeccakuder http://rebeccakuder.com/2009/10/22/the-hardest-things-to-write-about/#comment-66 Sun, 01 Nov 2009 01:56:37 +0000 http://rebeccakuder.wordpress.com/?p=205#comment-66 Nancy, thanks so much for your recollections and candor. Reading your words brings to mind last summer, and reading your beautiful writing. I hope to read more from you, both formally and informally.

And, sounds like you have some more things to write about. Thanks for posting!

]]> By: Nancy Blignaut http://rebeccakuder.com/2009/10/22/the-hardest-things-to-write-about/#comment-65 Sat, 31 Oct 2009 20:35:29 +0000 http://rebeccakuder.wordpress.com/?p=205#comment-65 You really really did well. You should be proud to have birthed the child without medical intrevention.
The problem with describing birth is that it is so very close to death.
Time is measured by birth and growth. Children are the visible reminder that we no longer grow physically. From the moment our children draw breath we know we’ll die. It’s still the most marvelous experience of all.
When I had Anton I remember thinking at the end “Now I go to the gates of death and emerge anew.”
When I had Marguerite I was struck by her beauty and fiestiness. I was made aware -as she was taken upside down to the warming bed-of my mother-in-laws description of the only other girl born in that family. Kim was wide shouldered and big and Peter and Greta lost her.
In February both my children will go to SA and attend their only girl cousin’s wedding. Kristie was adopted and is much much loved.
It struck me because I was adopted to replace and girl child lost.
Yours,
Nancy
Dear God! Am I dreary? If so I’m sorrry. I’d love to talk about the ’60s and 70′s.

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