tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823115257917363694.post7264089196475333046..comments2023-03-31T09:25:46.829-04:00Comments on A Tea-Tray in the Sky: Strength in NumbersNellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02707637686072596055noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823115257917363694.post-17127199831225380872012-10-23T14:32:10.249-04:002012-10-23T14:32:10.249-04:00Here.
And hearing you.
For me, it's the chan...Here.<br /><br />And hearing you.<br /><br />For me, it's the change of seasons and seeing how quickly this time with my children is flying.<br /><br />And I'll go now, I don't want to bring this dark could over here on your sunny blog.<br /><br />But, I am here, and I hear you.<br /><br />xoAlexandrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00609629888008025050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823115257917363694.post-55906354144035773292012-10-19T20:33:55.468-04:002012-10-19T20:33:55.468-04:00oh honey I know all too well how you feel. Just kn...oh honey I know all too well how you feel. Just know that your friends, including me, will be there for you whatever you decide. If you stick in the shallow end because its safe, or you stay treading water, or you make that big leap and swim deep. We'll all be here with you. Treading alongside, swimming, or just standing knee deep in the water. You just have to do what feels right and if you need to keep treading, then keep treading. <br /><br />xoAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823115257917363694.post-90390015973383357752012-10-19T14:21:54.009-04:002012-10-19T14:21:54.009-04:00We are all in that pool with you. Some days are da...We are all in that pool with you. Some days are dark and some days are bright. Keep treading. *Throwing you a life vest.*ColdBloodedhttp://www.mycoldbloodedfun.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823115257917363694.post-88205146762894310662012-10-19T10:36:09.300-04:002012-10-19T10:36:09.300-04:00It's when things are hardest that you learn wh...It's when things are hardest that you learn who your real allies are. Unfortunately, there are always fewer of them than you hope there will be. If people have a problem with your comparisons and descriptions, too bad. It's real and it's true and I know that if that's what you're writing, then it's what you are feeling. I've been sinking out there too before, somedays I'm out floating around wondering if anyone even notices that I'm missing. I get it. I get you. And I'll gladly throw out the life preserver anytime I can. xoxoKelly DeBiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13981707412487075926noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823115257917363694.post-52196416998396885472012-10-19T05:34:05.378-04:002012-10-19T05:34:05.378-04:00Cait is right! You are never alone! But what I h...Cait is right! You are never alone! But what I have learned about enduring painful times is that, often, you DO have to "say the word". You have to make a choice to ask for help. Whether you feel like it or not, you have to reach out. That is how we get through, how we don't just drown and sink to the bottom. You've made a big step by writing this post. Perhaps there is an even bigger step you could take...offline?! Asking for help does not always mean saying "I need help!" (although that is truly the best way) Sometimes asking for help just means making a call to someone else to talk about life and to be distracted by their troubles or triumphs or funny stories of the day. Really... That would be helpful, right. To just take it step by step, hour by hour getting through each miserable moment until the next day has come?! And not feeling SO alone. Know that you are strong and that you WILL make it to the other side. There are people close to you that will absolutely NOT allow you to drown. Even when you want to. Anyone that has been in labor for as many hours as you were to birth Alice is not weak. Any young woman that has to witness her mother dying a slow, ugly, undeserving death is not weak. You really ARE strong and powerful and you have to remember that. Life is too short to live an unhappy life. Listen to your gut (that instinct that is always right!) Listen and figure out what your next step could be to get beyond this pain. And the next day do the same. Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming......Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823115257917363694.post-80206080527108148972012-10-18T20:18:11.010-04:002012-10-18T20:18:11.010-04:00Oh, dear Nelly. You ARE an amazing woman. You'...Oh, dear Nelly. You ARE an amazing woman. You're strong, brave, inspiring, funny, and so very obviously loved by your amazing little girl. <br /><br />I used to work on a NICU, and have been to many births. New mothers amaze me- especially first-time mothers. The strength, endurance and patience required to carry the baby throughout a pregnancy and then to get it out, wow. Just wow.<br /><br />This blog takes just as much courage, if not more. You share your life with complete strangers like me with what seems like effortless grace. Sure, I have a blog. I write entries from time to time. No one reads them, though, and I kind of prefer it that way... Added to your moxy, you are a gracious blogger. You make me feel like my thoughts matter when you respond to my comments. <br /><br />Nelly, you will never be alone. You just need to say the word and I, for one, will do whatever I can. I may only be able to write a comment to a post or take some put some funny pictures on Instagram in the hopes of getting a chuckle, but if it helps, I'm on it. I'm sure there are others out there who feel the same. And then there's Alice and Hatta- I don't know them other than what you write, but I know that a girl like Alice must have some pretty great parents. Just keep in mind that little kids are a lot like cats- sometimes dead bugs are a sign of affection...<br /><br />I wish I could give you a hug, and some wine, and a tray of brownies... Let me know if I can mail some brownies!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02983103837045165921noreply@blogger.com