@Appleblossom wrote:
@Sophia1 Yes it was definitely the poignancy of feeling seen and being recognised, then realising how similar we are ... in some ways.

Dear @Sophia1 That Zoe was the little girl in the music link playing the wigwam, not our beautiful butterfly. I was struggling with finding some way to progress the story and simply added something.
Probably my truth, is that all my life, I am mostly full up with distress about my loved ones. We have lived on the edge too much and it is more dangerous there, than inside the centre of the school of fish.....
No I am not permitted to post freely online about my troubles atm. I do not believe the anonymous aspect of the forum is sufficiently secure for me and mine.
I can say my son showed me a beautiful poem he had recently written and asked to borrow my copy of Blake and King James Bible. Last night we played a Telemann Sonata. Mostly he was practising his sight reading on piano and I was playing alto recorder. It is the 2nd time we have played in that combination, as mostly for years, it was him singing and me on piano.
It is great to watch him appreciate the subtler role of accompanist. He acquitted himself well for a first read through.
Our Allegro and Vivace were nothing as fast as this. He is worldclass player. I like the more mellow tone of wooden recorder/blockflute/flauto dolce compared with the modern metallic flute.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wXTAi93EpWw
Yes I agree @Appleblossom
your wealth of knowledge of solid existence in this world is far greater than mine...in different areas that intrigue me..
We have connections at a deeper level due to several parallels...
we keep on finding more...
What you share with your son is priceless...
Your son has come back to you in his time as who he is...this is an honour as a parent...
He has switched the instrument....the role reversal..
He is showing you how adaptable he is..
At the same time he is showing you respect, thanks and grace for all that you have given him.
My moments of sharing with both of my boys are so very different as they are of course so very different to each other.
I can see some of me in both of them...Again a different part of me in each.
This I feel proud of as it helps to carry them as individuals who can stand up for themselves on most occasions.
They both have experienced much trauma and are affected differently..
Time with my older son has mostly been on the phone over the last ten years..
Loss
Yet I also see that I have gained far more than some.
I have been able to locate him...gradually reassure him to trust me and talk as I listen.
I have learnt much about him behind the stigmatised condition.
There is much sadness and trauma yet to come..
I never thought that I would get this far though.
I have given my sons emotional insight and awareness which they have taken on in their own style.
I have spent many many times conversing with the younger one...discussing books.
I have spent most of the time listening to my older one...as I can have this time mostly on his terms for his sense of safety and trust...some on my terms for my own sense of safety and personal boundary setting for protection...
We both love; ache; carry different pain from birth family and extended families...
picked ourselves up and are doing the best that we can to live life in a way that suits us and keeps us safe..
I do hope that this has not made you feel worse..
You do mean a lot to me @Appleblossom
amidst the fleeting interraction that we share at times
That will never change for me....
It takes an awful lot for me to let go of a person...
one whom I have a close bond with even longer..
love Sophia
I have a flower in the garden Stella Bella and I always think of you as I watch it grow and prune..feed and nurture it..