These Words…

melted my heart and brought tears to my eyes. The author is writing about a children’s cartoon series that may end because the creator is afraid he can’t keep the quality up.

On top of the sleepless nights, the endless hours to fill, and, yes, all that joy, raising a kid is one long experience of loss. We lose the 1-year-old with his arms outstretched to be picked up, the 4-year-old bravely marching to his first day of preschool, the 6-year-old who just wants to snuggle on the couch and watch Bluey.

They’re replaced by new people we can’t wait to meet, but the ones they were, the ones we knew and loved, they’re gone forever.

Maybe that’s why I love Bluey so much — so much I almost hope it ends now, at its zenith. Watching it is a time capsule for a moment I would hold onto with all my strength, even as I know I can’t. I suspect Brumm knows that too.
—Brian Walsh, Everything Ends, Even Bluey

Wow. Just wow.

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14 Responses to These Words…

  1. Ginny Hartzler says:

    Oh my goodness, how PROFOUND!!! I just love this. What a wonderful writer. I have heard of Bluey, but never read it.

  2. Rose says:

    I must admit there are times I wish I could go back in time to when the girls and Lorelei were small enough to.hold…yet I love the people that they are and are becoming. I remember when our girls were small, young just knowing that sometimes they seemed to age I er night.

  3. Rose says:

    OVER night..not er night! I simply cannot type a whole comment correctly…specially on phone.

  4. Myra Guca says:

    This is beautiful! I’m not familiar with Bluey, but this has prompted me to find him.

  5. That was very, very touching.

  6. Ann Thompson says:

    I never really thought about it that way but that is so true. It sure would be nice to go back every now and then, just for a little bit.

  7. MadSnapper says:

    I am with Ann, new thoughts to me, but I don’t want to go back there for sure

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