Many truths
Nov. 23rd, 2013 09:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mari4212One of the things that is sometimes hardest to grasp is that my truth is not always someone else's truth. I mean, I can understand it on larger issues, but the small daily lived experiences, it's sometimes a surprise to see how someone else sees the same things that I'm experiencing.
A woman in my church recently wrote a blog about my sister, Sara. http://cecdayton.wordpress.com/
Every word of it is true, but yet it is not my family's truth about Sara. It isn't how we experience her, for the most part. It misses out the joy and wonder in Sara's eyes, the way she can be transcendent with joy when she's happy, her intense curiosity. And it misses out on the ways that she sometimes drives us nuts, when she pulls things down off the desks and chews on papers, how every string and telephone cord in the world is naturally supposed to be wrapped around her fingers.
This is not my story of Sara, but it is a very valid and truthful account of her.
A woman in my church recently wrote a blog about my sister, Sara. http://cecdayton.wordpress.com/
Every word of it is true, but yet it is not my family's truth about Sara. It isn't how we experience her, for the most part. It misses out the joy and wonder in Sara's eyes, the way she can be transcendent with joy when she's happy, her intense curiosity. And it misses out on the ways that she sometimes drives us nuts, when she pulls things down off the desks and chews on papers, how every string and telephone cord in the world is naturally supposed to be wrapped around her fingers.
This is not my story of Sara, but it is a very valid and truthful account of her.