Caring too much
Oct. 23rd, 2006 09:33 pmThis is something that came to my mind from something in
fernwithy's excellent fic, Shades. She describes an episode in which Lily Potter feels guilty for being pregnant and unable to contribute to the Order as she used to, and it struck me as so very ironic that she is, in fact, the person more responsible than anyone but Harry himself for the eventual downfall of Voldemort (at least I'm assuming that's how things will turn out in Book 7). Then it got me thinking - did the Potters/Longbottoms know about the prophecy? I could really argue it either way - Dumbledore may have felt they deserved to know why they needed to go into hiding, or he may have felt that knowing about it but not really understanding it, they might do something drastic to make things worse.
( I'd prefer to think )
In real life mode, I've been thinking about a mother's concerns a lot lately, since my son has spent the last week out of school thanks to a persistent cough. He's only mildly sick, but they're very picky about keeping contagion away from other students. Sigh. I just feel so incapable of giving him what he needs at home. It's been almost a year since his diagnosis, and though he's made progress in terms of more eye contact, initiating play and such, he's still really not talking any more than he was a year ago. I know I should keep hoping, and I'm trying, but it's so hard when he has to miss yet another day when he could be getting useful therapy. I just want to talk to him. I love him so much, but sometimes I feel like I hardly know him.
( I'd prefer to think )
In real life mode, I've been thinking about a mother's concerns a lot lately, since my son has spent the last week out of school thanks to a persistent cough. He's only mildly sick, but they're very picky about keeping contagion away from other students. Sigh. I just feel so incapable of giving him what he needs at home. It's been almost a year since his diagnosis, and though he's made progress in terms of more eye contact, initiating play and such, he's still really not talking any more than he was a year ago. I know I should keep hoping, and I'm trying, but it's so hard when he has to miss yet another day when he could be getting useful therapy. I just want to talk to him. I love him so much, but sometimes I feel like I hardly know him.