There is a design couple, married, with lots and lots of kids, the Novogratz Family. Seven kids. Two sets of twins, so I was pregnant more often (but it is so NOT a competition!). The rug above was designed by them. The parents, not the twins. The family has a home with an entry designed by Richard Woods (the artist I copied with much admiration here in April).
I can see my brother, David, and his family becoming famous for their design guru-ness, like the Novogratz Family.
(couple photo shamelessly copied from their blog)
I am reading at least 3 books at once. One of the books John brought home from the library: "What to Expect When No One's Expecting: America's Coming Demographic Disaster" by Jonathan V. Last. Makes for good dinner-time conversation.
Max is out of hospital, earlier than we thought. Family Bi-Polar adventures are not fun. It runs in families, and when my brother was diagnosed I worried about my sons. Future grandsons. I am convinced that it is a temporary, life-time-only challenge. Not something they will have to deal with eternally. The struggles and brain issues are hard. Remembering to take meds is hard and inconvenient. Going to meetings for addiction recovery is hard. Frustrating. Infuriating. Expensive. On-going. Not something we can pretend doesn't exist or forget. I wish it were talked about more openly, honestly. Less taboo. More help. More understanding. Less judgment. He kept saying how sorry he is, and I told him I believe in new beginnings, starting over. Trying harder. And I keep trying to reassure him that what he does changes nothing in my love for him. I admire him for trying again. I may get frustrated and irritated and sad, but I love him, no matter what.
Three years ago I wrote:
Mental illness is real. Support needed. More talking, more loving communication. More understanding. If you don't know about someone in your family who is suffering, they might be hiding it too well. It is okay to talk about. Okay to admit. Not taboo. Real.
And we love you enough to deal. And accept. And love even more. You are mine. And I am yours.
Yes.
6 comments:
That is a very cool rug.
I'm glad you've been open with what's been going on. I'm happy to hear that Max is out of the hospital. I hope things continue to improve. Thank you for your examples of love.
Nice rug design.
Thanks for being open to talking about what is going on. I want to be more understanding and your posts help a lot.
I am sure max out of the hospital brings mixed feelings. We all need new beginnings. I love you and your family, and look forward to time spent with you all.
Hospitals are hard, but they are safe places and a relief in hard times. Getting out of the hospital is a good sign, but the beginning of a different kind of hard time.
Yes, communication is my favorite! Thanks for all of the connections you're making through your communication. It helps us all. xo
I am glad you are talking. Helps to have people know and help. Even if there isn't a ton we can do to help.
I just realized today that the new blog reader I've been using- and thought I was leaving comments on hasn't actually been sending the comments through! So will do that differently. I love reading your blogs and feeling closer. You are amazing and have a fantastic great attitude. You are a wonderful mother. I love you.
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