"What? I have to raise a couple of problematic force-sensitive twins as a single mother under a tyrannical dictatorship? Sorry but no. Too sad to live"🤷♀️
I can’t imagine how shit life would be having been part of an absolutely useless Jedi Republic which did nothing to stop fascism, and then having to live in a swamp to raise a hero who will actually end up not really being very good at it, long-term.
Poor Yoda had a shit life, put-upon and thankless.
The love of Finwë and Míriel was great and glad, for it began in the Blessed Realm in the Days of Bliss. But in the bearing of her son Míriel was consumed in spirit and body; and after his birth she yearned for release from the labour of living. And when she had named him, she said to Finwë: ‘Never again shall I bear child; for strength that would have nourished the life of many has gone forth into Fëanor.’
[They try to heal her and even the gods fail at it]
‘It is indeed unhappy,’ said Míriel, ‘and I would weep, if I were not so weary. But hold me blameless in this, and in all that may come after.’
She went then to the gardens of Lórien and lay down to sleep; but though she seemed to sleep, her spirit indeed departed from her body, and passed in silence to the halls of Mandos.
Translation: This little shit has sucked the life from my soul, peace out.
Classic parenting trick.
"What? I have to raise a couple of problematic force-sensitive twins as a single mother under a tyrannical dictatorship? Sorry but no. Too sad to live"🤷♀️
I can’t imagine how shit life would be having been part of an absolutely useless Jedi Republic which did nothing to stop fascism, and then having to live in a swamp to raise a hero who will actually end up not really being very good at it, long-term.
Poor Yoda had a shit life, put-upon and thankless.
The same thing, from the Silmarillion:
The love of Finwë and Míriel was great and glad, for it began in the Blessed Realm in the Days of Bliss. But in the bearing of her son Míriel was consumed in spirit and body; and after his birth she yearned for release from the labour of living. And when she had named him, she said to Finwë: ‘Never again shall I bear child; for strength that would have nourished the life of many has gone forth into Fëanor.’
[They try to heal her and even the gods fail at it]
‘It is indeed unhappy,’ said Míriel, ‘and I would weep, if I were not so weary. But hold me blameless in this, and in all that may come after.’
She went then to the gardens of Lórien and lay down to sleep; but though she seemed to sleep, her spirit indeed departed from her body, and passed in silence to the halls of Mandos.
Translation: This little shit has sucked the life from my soul, peace out.