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Friday, 1 September 2017

Confession Time

The bed and the bedroom are where we are the most vulnerable; where we disrobe and where we sleep.  This space hears our most private, secret, whispered prayers,  cradles our broken hearts and collects our lonely tears.  It knows our agonies of childbirth and of death.  Bedrooms are where you find old family pictures and pieces of jewellery that belonged to long dead family members.  The bed and the bedroom are sacred spaces.   Not everyone gets invited into your bedroom and, if they are, they should show the proper reverence and respect for the space.   You can imagine my discomfort when ‘the littles’ want to go in to grandma’s room and get on her bed, when they handle precious old photos and ask ‘who is this’  and when I find remnants of chocolate on my bedspread and most especially when I find things on my dresser ‘rearranged’.  I know there are serious things going on in the world that I should be thinking about and worrying about and yet here I am fussing about this seemingly trivial thing.  I should probably take a long hard look at my priorities.  Anything you'd like to confess?

24 comments:

  1. Despite the chocolate and the re-arrangement irritations (which I would undoubtedly share) I am envious of those with children and grandchildren.

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  2. Oh my goodness we as in me my sister and brother were raised on bed cuddles. Time in the top and slithered into the sides of the parents bed were regular occurrences so naturally I did the same with my children + grandchildren. So much so that even now as adults if they turn up really really early and I'm still in bed they sit/lounge on top of the covers ready to chat.

    We all have our 'sacred spaces'. Mine are the drawers in the bathroom. I get cross if I hear The Golfer' (husband of 56 yrs!) rummaging around in them. He has spots where he keeps things and I'd never think of going there (unless it's so messy he can't find anything 😊) ~ Cathy

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    1. The hubs has his 'workshop' in the basement. I keep out.

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  3. I confess to putting things away that I don't want touched when I know young children will be visiting. And there's nothing wrong with suggesting children was their hands before going into Grandma's room, so you aren't surprised later with smudges of chocolate or anything else.

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    1. Keeping on top of dirty hands is a full time job lol.

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  4. Those grandchildren are more important than any things, still they should be taught to respect your private retreat.

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  5. My bedroom is indeed a sanctuary. I love being there and I always look forward to curling up in my bed after a long day. It is a welcoming place. I did not mind when my small grandchildren took a peek inside because I remember the wonder of my grandmother's room.

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  6. I was raised where you didn't go into a bedroom unless invited. It was the same for my children. I kind of thought it would be the same for my grandchildren, but it was not so. My children dropped the ball as far as teaching their children about the privacy and respect of others.

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  7. I can understand that, Delores - those things hold precious memories for you. As River says, can you put away the really important things? Or close the door and remain firm about limits?

    And consider the alternative - my grandsons can't come to my house because their dad is very allergic to cats. So I get to see them only if I travel nearly two hours each way to their house ... and yes, no more cats for us after ours live out their lives ...

    My confession? I think I am less stressed driving two hours each way than if they lived closer and could drop in at any time. My neighbour has the second situation and finds it hard.

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  8. The children oozing into every room has never bothered me. It taught me to either put away precious things, or share them. Now I'm 74 years old, I'm down to few precious things. It will be far easier on whoever cleans up after me.

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    1. I don't mind sharing anything in the rest of the house....I just have a thing about my bedroom. We too are in the processs of downsizing,Joanne. I've gotten rid of a lot of stuff. It's very liberating.,

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  9. Hmmm, confession time, huh? Okay, I'll admit that it bugs me when the littles, as you call them, fiddle with my hair and face... touching, mussing, feeling, etc. My natural inclination would be to roar at them to keep their hands to themselves, but I don't. I grin and bear it, or do something that makes them laugh so that they stop doing it, which is what I want in the first place. The reason? My mother hated to be touched. Didn't want hugs, didn't want cuddles, etc., and I still remember how much it hurt my feelings.

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    1. Mine weren't the touchy feely type either and hence, neither am I. My daughter didn't seem to be either as she was growing up but for some reason when those grandchildren come around I just open up my arms and it's hugs galore.

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  10. Not much sacred here...not living with the Pres...LOL!...::)JP

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  11. I would love it if my great grandchildren were here to explore and I could share things with them. Living many states apart makes for a quite house and oftentimes, lonely when hubby is at work all day. Fortunately I have him home for the next 4 days and my world will be full.

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  12. I just love sharing time with the grandchildren ...I can remember my dear mum and gran being the same too.
    We did/do have small do's and don'ts that are observed, but these are such special times and they go much too quickly.

    All the best Jan

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