Elizabeth, this post and repost have stayed with me all day. Your essays are like your spirit and your hands - they can hold so many truths at once. Here are three lines that continue to echo for me:
"I believe more in chaos and, perhaps, meaning wrought from it. Sophie is not here to teach me through her seizures and silence, but I am here to learn what it is to truly love."
"My hands, you know, are large and strong."
"Remember hands, how much they carry. It is both terrible burden and incredible honor to care for Sophie. I couldn't do it again and I'd do it again, And not but."
"Again you've knocked me to my knees. You do this again and again and again and being on my knees is a good place to think about the way I am in awe and in wonder when I consider you, your strong hands, your love."
I wanted to let you know that I read your post. I am considering what you said in the deepest parts of me and want to give them a serious twirl before I respond; that is to say, with something meaningful. In the meantime, I hear you and I’m thinking about you and Sophie.
It's interesting to read your thoughts on these issues given your experiences with Sophie. I especially appreciated what you said about reducing everything to economics. That seems like such a peculiarly American response. Capitalism has twisted all our minds.
I keep reading this over and over. I have a feeling--maybe a fear--that I'm going to be returning to it many times. Thank you for being you 🧡🧡🧡
Elizabeth, this post and repost have stayed with me all day. Your essays are like your spirit and your hands - they can hold so many truths at once. Here are three lines that continue to echo for me:
"I believe more in chaos and, perhaps, meaning wrought from it. Sophie is not here to teach me through her seizures and silence, but I am here to learn what it is to truly love."
"My hands, you know, are large and strong."
"Remember hands, how much they carry. It is both terrible burden and incredible honor to care for Sophie. I couldn't do it again and I'd do it again, And not but."
Thank you, Elizabeth. Your words and support mean so much to me.
This was my comment on your original post:
"Again you've knocked me to my knees. You do this again and again and again and being on my knees is a good place to think about the way I am in awe and in wonder when I consider you, your strong hands, your love."
I feel the same now.
I L o V e Y o U, your tweezers, your words, your fuckin hard-won wisdom, your generous challenging honesty.
Mind blowing post on our love for our daughters and chaos and meaning. Oh my god Elizabeth.
Dear Elizabeth,
I wanted to let you know that I read your post. I am considering what you said in the deepest parts of me and want to give them a serious twirl before I respond; that is to say, with something meaningful. In the meantime, I hear you and I’m thinking about you and Sophie.
Be well, Sandra 
PS “Serious twirl” seems a bit… Consideration would’ve been a better word.
I do love a good twirl, Sandra -- have always compared myself to a circus worker!
It's interesting to read your thoughts on these issues given your experiences with Sophie. I especially appreciated what you said about reducing everything to economics. That seems like such a peculiarly American response. Capitalism has twisted all our minds.