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  1. lime says:

    ah the echos are quite the study aren’t they? given that i am adopted i rather enjoy considering the nature vs. nurture aspect of some of the echos and/or lack thereof in my own line. it’s been rather an odd and enlightening thing. in some ways i was a strange and new shout into the canyon and only now hear the surprisingly similar echos coming back. in other ways i provided somewhat distorted echos of those shouting before me. it’s all and odd but joyous cacophony at times.

  2. pistols at dawn says:

    Well done as per usual, but thinking about the echoes just distracts from what you conceded was the main point: more time to think about me. I’ll stick with that, thankee. I’d rather be the “Jack” part of that equation anyway. Well, sans a few of the landmines.

  3. Shania says:

    I love, love, LOVE this post. You’ve put into words what’s been swirling around in my mind. I’ve been trying to articulate it since Silas turned 5, but now I don’t have to! You rock.

  4. Franki says:

    i recently found my 6th grade buck-toothed school pic and my older son was amazed and TOTALLY embarrassed to find we were twins.

    it’s true there are many tough times that come along with the responsibility of parenthood, but i gotta say, just one unasked-for sweet nuzzle from my taller than me boys makes up for them.

  5. Jeni says:

    Although I always enjoy your writing -especially about the kids -tonight, reading this piece, you brought tears to these old eyes of mine as I remembered the first day of school for each of my three children and contemplating now too the first day of kindergarten set to happen next year (2009) for my sweet little granddaughter -who is very much a carbon copy of her mother, her aunt and yes, in many ways,also of her Grammy here. History repeating itself? In many ways, I do hope it is that but with a few of the down sides, hopefully, eliminated in the process.

  6. Chantal says:

    Wow I got surprisingly emotional reading that.

  7. furiousBall says:

    “I’m sorry, Jack. You had not the sperm I needed.”

    did you follow that up with, “That’s the gist of it”

    Because if you did, I think it would be funny to pretend to slip and say, “That’s the jizz of it.”

    I bet a well timed slip of the tongue knee slapper like that would have put Jack at ease. Ahhh, jizz jokes.

  8. kimber the wolfgrrrl says:

    Oh, I love this post! Not long after having Little Z (and still fairly ditzy on those whacked-out postpartum hormones), I had this epiphany that I now belonged within a vast biological chain — that I had not given birth to only a baby, but to the possibility of descendents, and that all of those people’s future existances hinged on what I had done.

    Talk about feeling like the center of the universe…

    The whacked-out postpartum hormones have long since vanished, but your post reminded me of that giddy, dizzying sense of interconnectedness between past and future, and for that, I thank you.

    🙂

  9. MadameZ says:

    What a fantastic post.

  10. Mother of Invention says:

    I wasn’t able to have kids due to diabetic crap, but I’ve often wondered what they would have looked and been like. Guess I can always envisage them as perfectly behaved and hugely successful, eh? HA! Well, they’d likely crave candy anyway!

  11. heartinsanfrancisco says:

    Kids give us our childhoods back even while forcing us to give up our childish ways.

    It has been the greatest adventure of my life and the one that never ends because the world will always be able to strike at me through them.

    Your children are beautiful, just like you.

  12. citizen of the world says:

    What a great juxtaposition of parent/kid photos. PArenting is certianly not what you’d imagine, but I was also absolutely driven to give it a go. I can’t say I regret it. Most of the time.

  13. Glamourpuss says:

    It is interesting to consider these things in the age of the individual. Having had little contact with my mother for many years, spending time with her now is a curious mix of remembering how annoying I found certain habits of hers as a child, and realising how like her I am. It’s not entirely comfortable.

    Puss

  14. Jazz says:

    Great post Joce, as usual. It almost makes me regret not having kids.

  15. Bob says:

    when our son was born, my mother sent me a picture of me at his age. spitting image. I was amazed.

    he doesn’t look anything like me now.

  16. SQT says:

    Oh my goodness, those pictures are cute.

    My daughter looks just like me but acts like her dad– the boy, just the opposite.

    Weird how these things work.

  17. chelle says:

    wow. you never cease to leave me in awe. How you describe parenthood as it is, rather than as it should be.

    Those pictures are priceless, your children are gorgeous!

  18. Ann(ie) says:

    This is a good one my friend. It truly does come full cirle in your mind. At about the 1 year mark of being a mama I had the epiphany that screamed…this is mostly about poop, temper tantrums and not losing your damn mind, not about adorable outfits and serene trips to the park. hehe. But, I still enjoy the hell out of it. On most days. 🙂 xo.

  19. Janelle says:

    ah LOVEd this post…loved it. such great photos…! thanks! x janelle

  20. Pam says:

    Oh wow Jocelyn.Oh wow. How to describe this….wonderful on so many levels.Thank you for visiting me, and what a delightful post awaited me here.

  21. Princess Pointful says:

    This is such a lovely post. I adore the line about the jigsaw puzzle that makes an us.

  22. geewits says:

    And here I thought the purpose of having kids was to make us appreciate our parents’ struggles. My daughter does not want children so she will never get to experience the horror of raising a teenager. Oh well. Really, though, this was very sweet.

  23. cathy says:

    Thank goodness! I thought I was doing something wrong…

    … not black purple.

  24. Kylie w Warszawie says:

    Okay, I know this is an old post and you have all these super cool comments already and I usually don’t continue to comment on people’s blogs who have EVER SO MANY MORE commenters than I do, but this post made me both laugh and cry.

    I’d been thinking about this same subject today. Partially because my little ‘American’ kids are growing up outside the US and there are so many things that they don’t know. My daughter (14) has very little knowledge of all those silly little colloquialisms such as “People who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones.” My boys think that they speak something other than English or that they are English, or something equally as weird.

    But through all of that, their experiences are similar to mine. I grew up in the States as the child of an American and non American and my non American parent would use colloquialisms that I had never heard and still love to this day.

    It’s amazing how it is all just a cycle.

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