um, I do very much agree with every word you say, John - in this post and the last. It was a baby in the bathwater thing that sparked my post - the ideas we swallowed when we became premies, why did I believe them, what was it in that idea that hooked into what in me.
Being sad is like pruning a rose bush, it has to happen.
Inside that premie idea of constant bliss that was so toxic we were stressed out with believing we should always be happy, is the nugget of something real - the love you feel is the blanket that cushions you through it all.
At heart it was a reasonable expectation, Rawat was certainly no answer.
