wow, a song I played in my college days--I'm an old old man now--and even at age 20, I considered the Pretenders rather too mainstream, a bit of a guilty pleasure.
and the previous remark--about a song performed more than 20 years ago--was posted last week.
then I pull the somehow-still-playable disc from the depths of my collection, making it one of the very last rock CDs to be added to my iTunes library.
hearing this song again after so many years! now, I've lived long enough not to scoff at the sentiment. it's touching.
BTW I was a preemie...rather tiny (seeing photos of myself at one month, I think I look like an alien). doctors not being particularly aware regarding child-parent bonding--at least, not in that small town in the mid-'60s--they kept me at the hospital for over a week, 'cause when they put me at my mother's breast I refused to eat.
the crux of the matter: the great minds at maternity were concerned I might fail to thrive, but unconcerned enough to send my parents home. meaning I spent the first eight or so days of my life almost entirely without the warmth of a human touch, except when my mother first held me (and then left! as she was told to do)...or, when the nurses had to take my vital signs.
told this to a friend, a few months back. she thought it was a small miracle I survived the experience.
it's no joke. "they say you can't live without it." neglected and unloved babies die. it happens a lot, unfortunately, in this cold and grey world. but fortunately human children appear to be born with an enormous stockpile of optimism, and frequently recover from all sorts of awful things.
(unless the strain is too great, OR the withheld love is never ever going to return, OR the traumas--large or small--are simply repeated way too often over way too long a period.)
yep, cgirl105, couldn't agree more.
wow, a song I played in my college days--I'm an old old man now--and even at age 20, I considered the Pretenders rather too mainstream, a bit of a guilty pleasure.
and the previous remark--about a song performed more than 20 years ago--was posted last week.
then I pull the somehow-still-playable disc from the depths of my collection, making it one of the very last rock CDs to be added to my iTunes library.
hearing this song again after so many years! now, I've lived long enough not to scoff at the sentiment. it's touching.
BTW I was a preemie...rather tiny (seeing photos of myself at one month, I think I look like an alien). doctors not being particularly aware regarding child-parent bonding--at least, not in that small town in the mid-'60s--they kept me at the hospital for over a week, 'cause when they put me at my mother's breast I refused to eat.
the crux of the matter: the great minds at maternity were concerned I might fail to thrive, but unconcerned enough to send my parents home. meaning I spent the first eight or so days of my life almost entirely without the warmth of a human touch, except when my mother first held me (and then left! as she was told to do)...or, when the nurses had to take my vital signs.
told this to a friend, a few months back. she thought it was a small miracle I survived the experience.
it's no joke. "they say you can't live without it." neglected and unloved babies die. it happens a lot, unfortunately, in this cold and grey world. but fortunately human children appear to be born with an enormous stockpile of optimism, and frequently recover from all sorts of awful things.
(unless the strain is too great, OR the withheld love is never ever going to return, OR the traumas--large or small--are simply repeated way too often over way too long a period.)