Tolstoy’s wife wrote in her journal:
“Yeah,” she says, “You should generally do exactly what you want.”
This is lovely. I’m not artist but I gave up my passion and put my husband and children first. I regret it and don’t regret it every day. They are my life, yet I wonder when I get to live my own again.
Thank you, thank you, thank you for writing this. :-)
I agree. It’s just different. And it’s different for every parent. But I will say that nannies do care greatly about the kids they work with. I worked for years as a nanny and know many people who have made their careers as caregivers, nannies and preschool teachers. Sure, there are some caregivers who are better than others. There are those who don’t care as much. But, in my experience, there are actually tons of benefits to having different adults in their lives. It’s healthy for kids to have lots of caring adults in their lives who all approach life a little differently. As a nanny, I have loved and cared for every child that has come into my care. No, I may not slice the apple in the same way, but I feel compelled to give the child my complete attention (aka, no iPhone!) and listen to everything they say because a) I am getting paid b) I have the responsibility for a child who is not mine and c) I am genuinely interested in what the child has to say (benefit of not being his or her primary caregiver). So, yeah. On my watch, their Leprechaun Spit does get thoroughly examined.
Word-Sunday Notes on Number 6:22-27
After , Shelley wrote the novella , which was never published in her life-time. A rough draft was originally titled "The Fields of Fancy" (after Wollstonecraft's unfinished tale "Cave of Fancy," written in 1787). , though not exclusively autobiographical, includes many self-revealing elements. For example, the three characters--Mathilda, her father, and Woodville the poet--are obviously Mary Shelley , Godwin, and . The tale is in the form of memoirs addressed to Woodville, composed by a woman who expects to die at age twenty-two. Written during the late summer and autumn of 1819, when Mary was struggling with the depression from the deaths of two children in nine months, is at once angry, elegiac, full of self-recriminations, and charged with self-pity. Like Mary Shelley 's own nativity, Mathilda's birth causes the death of her mother, who has only shortly before been blissfully wedded to Mathilda's father. Mathilda is abandoned by him and left lonely and unloved, growing up with an austere aunt in Scotland. At his return sixteen years later, she is ecstatically happy, but the felicity is brief, as he, full of agony, soon admits his incestuous love for her. This father's love could be read as wish fulfillment on Mary Shelley 's part; Godwin, though he had forgiven Mary for her elopement after her marriage on 30 December 1816, remained cold and callous, unable to comfort her when she was grieving after the loss of William in 1819. Instead of exalting the incestuous bond, Mellor believes that "calls into question the bourgeois sexual practices of her day, ... which defined the young, submissive, dutiful, daughter-like woman as the appropriate love-object for an older, wiser, economically secure and 'fatherly' man." When Mathilda flees from her father, he kills himself, and Mathilda, after staging her own suicide, goes off to mourn him in a remote area of Scotland.