From: owner-good-noise-digest@smoe.org (good-noise-digest) To: good-noise-digest@smoe.org Subject: good-noise-digest V2 #100 Reply-To: good-noise@smoe.org Sender: owner-good-noise-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-good-noise-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk good-noise-digest Thursday, August 12 1999 Volume 02 : Number 100 Today's Subjects: ----------------- After Yesterday [ThePsyche@aol.com] Re: After Yesterday ["Mary Sansone" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Wed, 11 Aug 1999 18:55:36 EDT From: ThePsyche@aol.com Subject: After Yesterday Dear Friends, August 10th. It was six years ago today that I met my son. We call it our "Gotcha Day." I kept a journal all through our adoption process and today I took it out and left it on the nightstand. Tonight, alone in my bed, I plan to read it. I will see fear and uncertainty in my words. Back then, motherhood and what my life would become were the great unknown. I will smile at my unfounded fears and remember the depth of emotion I felt then. Now, six years later, with a growing boy at my side, my life is once again full of fear and uncertainty. (big financial problems) But something else is there in the mix this time. My life is also joyful and happy. I have good friends, a family who supports me unconditionally and a husband who shares my deepest secrets. And I have Ian who reminds me on a daily basis to appreciate the moment. Six years ago, in an orphanage in Bombay, I held a tiny seven month old baby boy in my arms for the first time. Today, that tiny baby is four feet tall and 45 pounds. He and his best buddy Benjamin and I spent the day swimming, going to a movie and sharing stories. Their time was also spent away from me as they went about the business of growing and building their relationship. As Mom, I do not fit in the picture as much as I used to. He has a life of his own now.......and so do I. But at night, when the house quiets down and the rest of the world slips away behind shadows and darkness, he still is that tiny baby I held in my arms. We still snuggle and cuddle with Dad and fill each others hearts. I thank God every day for the gift of Motherhood and Ian Ritesh. Attached are the lyrics to a favorite John Gorka song. It is especially appropriate for "gotcha day" I hope you are all well and finding joy in your own lives. Adios, Bryn AFTER YESTERDAY I've spent most of my life as a luxury Now I've taken the role of necessity I was taking my time but a new day's come I've been waking up to a little more day I've been taking my walks with a little more sway I was taking my time but a new day's come Make way for a new day Make room for a child Make room for the sound of joy You're gonna hear it for awhile We're only here for a while We didn't make ourselves, can't make a single life We can only make love with all our might Then we can pass it along as the new day comes After yesterday We can live here together After yesterday In sunny and other weather We're closing in on forever Who'd have known a little boy Could teach me to believe in joy ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 11 Aug 1999 18:47:22 -0700 From: "Mary Sansone" Subject: Re: After Yesterday Hi Bryn, What a touching story. As we all travel through life's problems it is good to know that we can always find the good there too. I had my oldest child when I was 21 and she married at 18....my grandson will be 3 next month and I can certainly relate to your "gotcha day".. "After Yesterday" always reminds me of Eliot. He was born when my 24 year marriage was hitting the rocks and Eliot was the one reason I had to be truly joyful. I have often wished I had kept a journal. They are expecting again late november and this one is supposed to be a girl (if you trust the sonogram). I also like "When He Cries" as I 1st heard that when Eliot was pretty small. I am anxious to hear this new song "People My (Our?) Age"...will have to wait till Lawrence KS in november. Who would have known a little boy could teach us to believe in joy? :) Mary - -----Original Message----- From: ThePsyche@aol.com To: GOOD-NOISE@smoe.org Date: Wednesday, August 11, 1999 3:55 PM Subject: After Yesterday >Dear Friends, > >August 10th. It was six years ago today that I met my son. We call it our >"Gotcha Day." I kept a journal all through our adoption process and today I >took it out and left it on the nightstand. Tonight, alone in my bed, I plan >to read it. I will see fear and uncertainty in my words. Back then, >motherhood and what my life would become were the great unknown. I will smile >at my unfounded fears and remember the depth of emotion I felt then. > >Now, six years later, with a growing boy at my side, my life is once again >full of fear and uncertainty. (big financial problems) But something else is >there in the mix this time. My life is also joyful and happy. I have good >friends, a family who supports me unconditionally and a husband who shares my >deepest secrets. And I have Ian who reminds me on a daily basis to >appreciate the moment. > >Six years ago, in an orphanage in Bombay, I held a tiny seven month old baby >boy in my arms for the first time. Today, that tiny baby is four feet tall >and 45 pounds. ut at night, when the house quiets down and the rest of the world slips away >behind shadows and darkness, he still is that tiny baby I held in my arms. We >still snuggle and cuddle with Dad and fill each others hearts. I thank God >every day for the gift of Motherhood and Ian Ritesh. > >Attached are the lyrics to a favorite John Gorka song. >It is especially appropriate for "gotcha day" I hope you are all well and >finding joy in your own lives. >Adios, Bryn > >AFTER YESTERDAY > >I've spent most of my life as a luxury >Now I've taken the role of necessity >I was taking my time but a new day's come > >I've been waking up to a little more day >I've been taking my walks with a little more sway >I was taking my time but a new day's come > >Make way for a new day >Make room for a child >Make room for the sound of joy >You're gonna hear it for awhile >We're only here for a while > >We didn't make ourselves, can't make a single life >We can only make love with all our might >Then we can pass it along as the new day comes > >After yesterday >We can live here together >After yesterday >In sunny and other weather >We're closing in on forever > >Who'd have known a little boy >Could teach me to believe in joy > > ------------------------------ End of good-noise-digest V2 #100 ********************************