tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634583.comments2023-08-29T04:13:20.964-07:00in time of daff0dils...daff0dilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11698532080377831571noreply@blogger.comBlogger546125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634583.post-30626713545117723602022-05-29T10:42:51.669-07:002022-05-29T10:42:51.669-07:00Wow made me cry.
Yes you r special!
And trauma do...Wow made me cry. <br />Yes you r special!<br />And trauma doesn't leaveAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634583.post-54481468477164696922019-10-12T13:12:38.005-07:002019-10-12T13:12:38.005-07:00This comment has been removed by the author.Wormhole2020https://www.blogger.com/profile/09041363667022583930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634583.post-90246326200251486252017-01-30T07:05:26.284-08:002017-01-30T07:05:26.284-08:00YESYESAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634583.post-47475908449238589792016-05-30T09:59:47.083-07:002016-05-30T09:59:47.083-07:00Excellent post. Many good points.Excellent post. Many good points.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634583.post-73395399689987563612016-02-14T21:10:55.545-08:002016-02-14T21:10:55.545-08:00You inspire me. Sorry to hear things are tough rig...You inspire me. Sorry to hear things are tough right now.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634583.post-76075146096192914272016-02-14T21:10:46.220-08:002016-02-14T21:10:46.220-08:00You inspire me. Sorry to hear things are tough rig...You inspire me. Sorry to hear things are tough right now.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634583.post-86631449280364621482015-01-31T12:35:51.978-08:002015-01-31T12:35:51.978-08:00This is all true, and I like it. Before children, ...This is all true, and I like it. Before children, friendships were easy. After children, it takes more effort to maintain my relationships with friends, but also, they are deeper and seem more stable and rewarding, so ultimately I think that the challenge and the learning experience, and in some ways the picking and choosing (do I go out drinking with the funny, laugh-a-minute friends, or do I stay in and make dinner with the friends who talk about things that may be more serious but ultimately help me understand the world and other people better?) of who to put my energy into has been incredibly enriching, and has made me a better person and a better parent. You, for sure, are one of those friends I am glad I put the energy into.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04244059273089371085noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634583.post-68813694084983236072015-01-30T08:40:11.902-08:002015-01-30T08:40:11.902-08:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11814421582964882150noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634583.post-59796187198281118192015-01-30T08:39:09.047-08:002015-01-30T08:39:09.047-08:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11814421582964882150noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634583.post-75434770559908696662014-11-11T11:40:24.447-08:002014-11-11T11:40:24.447-08:00As moms, we are taught that the world is critical ...As moms, we are taught that the world is critical of us and that we should be critical of ourselves. Ironically, I was just envying your amazing figure, as I battle what seems to be my destiny as a plump old woman. I think maybe we both could stand to reject our self-criticism and give ourselves some kudos for keeping it together and doing the difficult job of parenting. Ultimately, we won't get any younger or prettier, but we get to watch our kids grow up, and that's a better reward than retaining our lost youth, any day.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04244059273089371085noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634583.post-81161064432868143892014-11-07T13:21:15.187-08:002014-11-07T13:21:15.187-08:00Even more weird when you are the only dad in the c...Even more weird when you are the only dad in the crowd. There is this...tension. I fucking hate it. Instead of socializing I just play with my kids- while the other moms are busy ignoring theirs and checking their phones. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634583.post-24838666527183578382014-09-29T20:02:02.950-07:002014-09-29T20:02:02.950-07:00[jw]: that was beautiful. and really resonates......[jw]: that was beautiful. and really resonates...yesterday we found a picture of Z and I river rafting, when Z was about 2. so, maybe 5 or 6 years ago. and he said 'look how young your mom was'! the implied comparison really stung. And I wondered if I hadn't just had a baby, and was getting enough sleep, if the comparison between then and now would be less remarkable. But then I thought of my sweet little one, and I can't regret it a bit.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634583.post-69248762218851459792014-09-17T20:52:26.881-07:002014-09-17T20:52:26.881-07:00I cried reading this. Your brain has surely not sa...I cried reading this. Your brain has surely not sagged and your heart is more firm and tight as it ever has to be. I love you <br />Your momWormhole2020https://www.blogger.com/profile/09041363667022583930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634583.post-54245033451478658062014-09-12T09:56:31.443-07:002014-09-12T09:56:31.443-07:00totally true. but there are real people out there...totally true. but there are real people out there too, in the mom dating world, you just have to find them. Or even better, coerce your existing friends into having children!<br />-jwAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634583.post-45815539165271581322014-09-11T21:27:42.213-07:002014-09-11T21:27:42.213-07:00I have forgotten how happy I feel when I read what...I have forgotten how happy I feel when I read what is inside of you being expressed.<br /> This reallyy did encompass so much about how I feel about happiness too.<br />A mother probably always wishes for a child to be HAPPY, but knows it cannot always be...so hearing what Does make you feel good adds to my happiness.Wormhole2020https://www.blogger.com/profile/09041363667022583930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634583.post-14389120721393424532014-07-23T16:25:24.958-07:002014-07-23T16:25:24.958-07:00I love this. It rings my truth bell.
i remember b...I love this. It rings my truth bell.<br />i remember being astonished by the same things with my first daughter. <br /><br />I wonder if I will manage to be surprised all over again with my second, since the first time was so long ago. Being needed so intensely by another human being is stressful but full of joy.jen wnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634583.post-16466816940818097212014-04-06T16:20:38.002-07:002014-04-06T16:20:38.002-07:00This is so true. Not even "lie" but appr...This is so true. Not even "lie" but appreciate the other person for who they are and the fact that they try their best.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03536918007054033598noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634583.post-45199847018908906642013-10-02T14:17:25.026-07:002013-10-02T14:17:25.026-07:00Yes, yes, yes! Wild, isn't it? And for me, I&#...Yes, yes, yes! Wild, isn't it? And for me, I'd look around - say on the bus, for example - and the unwashed masses who used to gross me out or annoy me (b/c you know, bad manners on publis transit). And after I became a Mother, I'd look at these same people and think "this is somone's little baby. Someone loves this person more than life itself". Amazing how parenthood changes us in a flash, too.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634583.post-11262164389760650112013-07-12T12:10:26.271-07:002013-07-12T12:10:26.271-07:00AMEN, SISTER.AMEN, SISTER.Snowcaphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04446118731775520633noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634583.post-73875019009536478992013-04-11T10:02:24.602-07:002013-04-11T10:02:24.602-07:00The answer, of course, is to just keep getting pre...The answer, of course, is to just keep getting pregnant. Hello.cordelianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634583.post-55040798387597782662013-03-22T15:25:23.326-07:002013-03-22T15:25:23.326-07:00Yes.Yes.cordelianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634583.post-70950641241715949192013-02-06T10:34:44.765-08:002013-02-06T10:34:44.765-08:00well, snowcap, you are, at the very least, welcome...well, snowcap, you are, at the very least, welcome to share my posts<br /><br />as for forums, I think of them as a certain other kind of animal. a conversation, and I shouldn't start a conversation if I don't expect and desire to entertain all sort of discourse. <br /><br />blogs, on the other hand, are like speeches. I am fine with some reaction, but I am not, necessarily, asking a question.daff0dilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11698532080377831571noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634583.post-40456803403822698642013-02-05T20:51:33.122-08:002013-02-05T20:51:33.122-08:00Sometimes I wish you participated in the same foru...Sometimes I wish you participated in the same forums I do, because you definitely have the ability to post thought-provoking articles that would garner reaction.Snowcaphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04446118731775520633noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634583.post-17324208732439704232013-02-05T20:46:26.127-08:002013-02-05T20:46:26.127-08:00I love this. I love this. Snowcaphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04446118731775520633noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7634583.post-1817943920949581612013-01-14T15:35:31.047-08:002013-01-14T15:35:31.047-08:00Very nicely stated. I am a years-long Why Do You ...Very nicely stated. I am a years-long Why Do You Care About That-er, which sometimes makes me wonder if I might be a giant bitch, but then I don't really care about that either.cordelianoreply@blogger.com