tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647964743992234088.post8562338391761355147..comments2023-12-29T12:47:32.342-05:00Comments on An Interdisciplinary Life: LegacyBertohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08798563985886520384noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647964743992234088.post-30919453673131831932015-04-22T15:41:34.635-04:002015-04-22T15:41:34.635-04:00Thank you Hannah, that's a great perspective.Thank you Hannah, that's a great perspective.Bertohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08798563985886520384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647964743992234088.post-3738612934736331532015-04-15T14:37:21.490-04:002015-04-15T14:37:21.490-04:00Also that is an awesome maternity top.Also that is an awesome maternity top.Jenny Ohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05368185136976982958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647964743992234088.post-67642728023972476552015-04-15T14:37:04.543-04:002015-04-15T14:37:04.543-04:00Hey Roberto, this is really thoughtful and touchin...Hey Roberto, this is really thoughtful and touching. One of the best and weirdest parts of becoming an adult has been getting to know my parents as adults. Becoming a parent myself was a big part of that.<br /><br />After my dad passed away, I found a cache of letters in his attic that he and my mom had written to each other when they were dating (he was my mom's prom date so you can imagine how young they were). There was so much I recognized of both of them in those letters, but so much that I had never known or really understood. I wish I'd kept them. You're really lucky to have your mom's journals to help you and your sweet kids remember her.Jenny Ohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05368185136976982958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647964743992234088.post-59370592292506270872015-04-15T10:52:31.858-04:002015-04-15T10:52:31.858-04:00Beautifully expressed, Roberto. We've never me...Beautifully expressed, Roberto. We've never met, but I know Iggy. I'm Emma's mother, Hannah. I love your thoughts on keeping a journal. My husband Bob, Emma's father, kept a journal for many years, writing in it daily. He lamented that he often got caught up in writing about petty struggles, such as bad times at work. But these small things are often what we need to process through writing. I have a feeling that your mother truly was the confident person you knew—but in our journals we can wrestle with our insecurities, which are not our totality. Her journals are a gift, for sure. <br /><br />I am very glad that Bob kept a journal all those years. He died five years ago this spring and it feels like an eye blink and an eternity all at once. I still write in a paper journal too, though I'm not good about keeping it up. I guess blogs are, for better or for worse, today's journals. I agree with you—that's sad. <br /><br />Hannah Benoit<br />www.pencilpoints.wordpress.com Hannahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12459273043784891689noreply@blogger.com