tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24806308.post5224978618973893335..comments2023-10-08T07:04:49.054-07:00Comments on The Writing Life: Don't Cry!kariohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10150537989886423212noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24806308.post-24865748845831779322010-02-18T20:17:08.565-08:002010-02-18T20:17:08.565-08:00Reared in an abusive home, where crying was punish...Reared in an abusive home, where crying was punished, when I found myself pregnant with my first child at age 21 (38 years ago), I hit the books and also mentally accumulated all the information I could regarding the good parents I had known in life. One of the things I learned was that crying is the child's only language. It seemed so obvious, yet reality was that it was a revelation. How thankful I was for the books I read and all the great parents who demonstrated their skill so that my children would be treated better than they might have been.Rainahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12798883133160565516noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24806308.post-90881863806231943092010-02-10T18:38:07.418-08:002010-02-10T18:38:07.418-08:00I love the line of questions!I love the line of questions!Carrie Wilson Linkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01586157395539583862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24806308.post-20400634158371243872010-02-10T14:21:30.256-08:002010-02-10T14:21:30.256-08:00You always ask such great questions. I think we...You always ask such great questions. I think we're uncomfortable with other people's crying because pain is so taboo in our culture. We do anything and everything to get rid of it or mask it or deny it. Kind of like death. Sometimes the most loving thing we can do is to just share the space, and that's often the hardest thing to do.Deb Shuckahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03439395710731341021noreply@blogger.com