tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post115565557936952085..comments2023-11-02T08:09:02.234-04:00Comments on Her Bad Mother: Of a Joy Which Can't Be Words*Her Bad Motherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03535958887714152413noreply@blogger.comBlogger75125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-70858785549369432792009-03-23T01:57:00.000-04:002009-03-23T01:57:00.000-04:00I tend to go with "sensual" when speaking of non-s...I tend to go with "sensual" when speaking of non-sexual physical pleasure. ;pAl_Palhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10260615221471924302noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-5839391001579235712007-09-10T02:24:00.000-04:002007-09-10T02:24:00.000-04:00Excellent website. Good work. Very useful. I will ...Excellent website. Good work. Very useful. I will bookmark!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-7830367860941103392007-09-04T13:38:00.000-04:002007-09-04T13:38:00.000-04:00Very interesting site. Blog is very good. I am hap...Very interesting site. Blog is very good. I am happy that I think the same!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1158220136626012262006-09-14T03:48:00.000-04:002006-09-14T03:48:00.000-04:00Bloggers and OthersI found a great site on goal se...Bloggers and Others<BR/><BR/>I found a great site on <A HREF="http://purposesetting.com/sitemap_1.html" REL="nofollow">goal setting forms</A>. It is located at http://purposesetting.com/sitemap_1.html.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1157257135463926062006-09-03T00:18:00.000-04:002006-09-03T00:18:00.000-04:00I'm definitely at a loss here- the skin, the skin ...I'm definitely at a loss here- the skin, the skin the skin I say when I kiss her back and tickle the back of her neck- she is so soft! I've tried, and given up. But I'll be happy to read whatever you come up with, because I surely can identify.MMhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14785130436822283923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1157257034057207822006-09-03T00:17:00.001-04:002006-09-03T00:17:00.001-04:00I'm at a loss, definitely, on this one. I know the...I'm at a loss, definitely, on this one. I know the feelings you are describing- the skin, the skin, the skin! I say when I kiss her back.. and still, I've worried, I've held back from describing the intensity of my love for her (and it has been that way for all six of them.) So. I don't. But I'd be happy to read yours, because I surely can identify.MMhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14785130436822283923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1157257026208852972006-09-03T00:17:00.000-04:002006-09-03T00:17:00.000-04:00I'm at a loss, definitely, on this one. I know the...I'm at a loss, definitely, on this one. I know the feelings you are describing- the skin, the skin, the skin! I say when I kiss her back.. and still, I've worried, I've held back from describing the intensity of my love for her (and it has been that way for all six of them.) So. I don't. But I'd be happy to read yours, because I surely can identify.MMhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14785130436822283923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1156259886524267382006-08-22T11:18:00.000-04:002006-08-22T11:18:00.000-04:00God bless you for starting this discussion. I crie...God bless you for starting this discussion. I cried, holding my daughter in lap, she wearing nothing but her diaper. You expressed all the inarticulate things I was feeling this morning as I watched her sleep.<BR/>Working on my own post; will send you link. Seriously, can't thank you enough for your willingness to ask these questions.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11600758663325614862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1156199886879825882006-08-21T18:38:00.000-04:002006-08-21T18:38:00.000-04:00Thank you so much for this. I posted something at...Thank you so much for this. I posted something at www.tnmtcur.blogspot.com/2006/08/in-response-to-this-by-her-bad-mother.htmlPaigehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17333101175027326658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1156189818751062512006-08-21T15:50:00.000-04:002006-08-21T15:50:00.000-04:00Alright, I decided to tackle this topic, and the m...Alright, I decided to tackle this topic, and the messy results are up at my blog.Christinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07345875955750219033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1156151808050223062006-08-21T05:16:00.000-04:002006-08-21T05:16:00.000-04:00Thank you for the writing prompt, Catherine. I've ...Thank you for the writing prompt, Catherine. I've been enjoying reading all of the posts that have been written in response to this.<BR/><BR/>Here is a link to <A HREF="http://mommyofftherecord.blogspot.com/2006/08/make-of-me-sanctuary.html" REL="nofollow">my entry.</A>Cristinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07245436504933052526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1156134176813600672006-08-21T00:22:00.000-04:002006-08-21T00:22:00.000-04:00I don't think I could put it better than you just ...I don't think I could put it better than you just did.... But, sometime this week, I will sit and ponder it and post.<BR/><BR/>I think you are absolutely fabulous. Blog away. In your way. Thank you.Bloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07516203764767040649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1156088150442415112006-08-20T11:35:00.000-04:002006-08-20T11:35:00.000-04:00This is my first time at your blog and I found you...This is my first time at your blog and I found your words completely inspiring. Here is my contribution:<BR/><BR/>http://jessilouise.blogspot.com/2006/08/inside.html<BR/><BR/>Thanks.Jessi Louisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16270296253847930161noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1156041819901007202006-08-19T22:43:00.000-04:002006-08-19T22:43:00.000-04:00I wrote this at the beginnig of last year's school...I wrote this at the beginnig of last year's school year. I am at a bit of a different stage which in some ways makes the physical connection for one's children that much more desperate. Believe me, it is fleeting. I now hunger for those long ago moments.<BR/><BR/>Check out the third post on this page. Not as eloquent, but real.<BR/>http://urbanmoms.typepad.com/urbanmoms/2005/10/index.htmlAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1155948803537802372006-08-18T20:53:00.000-04:002006-08-18T20:53:00.000-04:00I try... canto uno<A HREF="http://motherwoman.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-little-love.html" REL="nofollow">I try</A>... canto unomo-wohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10934156423936866994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1155929899294720652006-08-18T15:38:00.000-04:002006-08-18T15:38:00.000-04:00My contribution to another wonderful HBM project:h...My contribution to another wonderful HBM project:<BR/>http://motherbumper.blogspot.com/2006/08/before-i-had-bumper_18.html<BR/><BR/>Thanks for the inspiration.motherbumperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16053978199395919666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1155925471351793712006-08-18T14:24:00.000-04:002006-08-18T14:24:00.000-04:00Dear Child,When I first learned of your touch you ...Dear Child,<BR/><BR/>When I first learned of your touch you were a rumbling in my belly. You could’ve been indigestion. <BR/><BR/>When I birthed you your father helped me breathe as I forgot from the pain and when you came I yelled out and I don’t remember anything else. <BR/><BR/>When you came home with me you nursed and I cried. I was sure my breast would crackle into a million painful pieces. I cursed when you cried with hunger. <BR/><BR/>When you slept you needed to hear my heart. I piled pillows around us and wore you in a sling, I never put you down and I didn’t sleep for months. <BR/><BR/>Yet<BR/><BR/>Your breath smells like cream cheese frosting. I drink it in with deep long breaths and commit it to memory finally understanding why the flower is called baby’s breath.<BR/><BR/>Your skin is flawless, each pore spaced so perfectly like a fine lattice, each little blond hair pointing the same direction, each crease and wrinkle brand new. I marvel at its softness and hold it against mine whenever I can.<BR/><BR/>Your laugh sounds like a twinkle, it’s unfettered and true and in it I find all the hope in the universe. Daily I ask you for that laughter with the tips of my fingers against your ribs.<BR/><BR/>Your little belly rises and falls with sleep against me at night. I know you are safe and it’s the best sleep I will ever have.<BR/><BR/>Yet<BR/><BR/><BR/>How long you will let me sniff your head?<BR/><BR/>How long you will need to bury your little hands into my armpits for comfort?<BR/><BR/>How long will you let me cut your nails, clean your toe jams, brush your hair, rub lotion onto your back?<BR/><BR/>How long you will allow me wrap my arms around you when you’re hurt?<BR/>When you’re 9 and you fall off your bike? <BR/>When you’re 25 and your heart is broken? <BR/>When you’re 44 and your patience is thin? <BR/>When you’re 68 and you’re sick? <BR/><BR/>When will you be too old to lay your head in your mommy’s lap? Tell me now so I may grip that last cuddle with my whole memory.Jennyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00137018447917798078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1155862407057194352006-08-17T20:53:00.000-04:002006-08-17T20:53:00.000-04:00I tried to comment on this the other day to no ava...I tried to comment on this the other day to no avail. I hope I can remember how I wanted to say it...the exact words escape me now. <BR/><BR/>But I know exactly what you are talking about and I also struggle to find words for it; appropriate words that will not be misunderstood. Words that can sum up the deep physical craving that I have for my sone. I wrote a post for his 14 month birthday that touches on it but words cannot adequately express it.<BR/><BR/>However, I'm sure you will do it beautifully. You always do :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1155860032873230022006-08-17T20:13:00.000-04:002006-08-17T20:13:00.000-04:00I wish my mother had shown me that she loved me th...I wish my mother had shown me that she loved me through hugs and kisses. She was not capable of it.<BR/><BR/>I worried that because she was not capable, that I would not be capable.<BR/><BR/>But once I had Little Guy, I realized that I AM capable of showing him how much I love him in deeper ways than my mother could. And I am so happy for that. <BR/><BR/>If I write a post (and I think I will--thank you for the prompt), this is what I will write to.<BR/><BR/>What a wonderful topic you have raised. And nothing sexual about it. Whoever says otherwise is simply a perv of the worst kind.Cristinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07245436504933052526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1155845015179241802006-08-17T16:03:00.000-04:002006-08-17T16:03:00.000-04:00I cannot thank you enough. I have never commented...I cannot thank you enough. I have never commented (that I remember) on your blog and must confess I only read it occasionally. But last night, and today, you gave me something that I desperately needed. The last month of my life has been overshadowed by the death of my own mother and her mother as well and with the fear that tumors recently found in my dad's lungs, who is a 5 year stage 4 cancer survivor, where cancer and that I would lose him. The only hold on the good parts of life that I've had have been the moments I've spent close to my son. And I wrote about it because of you. Thank you so much. Tears are even now pouring down my face in blessed release. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. That's all I can say, I hope you know what it means.<BR/><BR/>if you'd like to read what you've inspired, please feel free to visit my blog.<BR/><BR/>http://junkie-n-monkey.blogspot.com/Java Junkiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16725871814613946118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1155840782976897772006-08-17T14:53:00.000-04:002006-08-17T14:53:00.000-04:00When I was a child my mother would wash my hands. ...When I was a child my mother would wash my hands. I remember her standing over me, surrounding me with her arms and rubbing my hands with her own under the warm water. Her head leaning close to mine so I could smell her warmth and her spice. My mom, the love of my life. She never spoken a word but I drank in this simple physical touch and it fed my young soul. <BR/><BR/>Much later, after I had grown and the bliss of innocence was long lost, she was no longer able to touch; able to express her love, years of depression had crippled her. It cut deep to be so removed from her, to be so distanced but I remembered that when I was a child my mother would wash my hands.Queenheroicalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01212327407393341334noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1155826349258473372006-08-17T10:52:00.000-04:002006-08-17T10:52:00.000-04:00ok--you've got this hormonal woman blubbing now. ...ok--you've got this hormonal woman blubbing now. and suddenly breathless with excitement to get my new baby.<BR/><BR/>i don't have the time to do justice to what you are asking here (in the form of a post) but suffice it to say: yes. We know. And it's beyond language, beyond ariculating in so many ways (and the language we have, like you say, borders on dangerous).<BR/><BR/>Each morning, my son climbs into bed with my husband and I, and he burrows into me. I can't stop touching him, stroking his legs, giving them a sqeeze, feeling how young and smooth he is, and at the same time thinking about a time when this will no longer happen. That I won't be able to devour him as I feel I can now. It's physical, it's divine, and it's too shortlived.<BR/><BR/>Very very hard to write about without feeling like you enter pervdom,like you say--language fails (for now)gingajoyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01356643079413822527noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1155817877678696582006-08-17T08:31:00.000-04:002006-08-17T08:31:00.000-04:00I just need to add yet one more comment to tell ev...I just need to add yet one more comment to tell everyone how beautiful <A HREF="http://melinor.blogspot.com/2006/08/true-love.html" REL="nofollow">Mel's post</A> on this is. Go read it.kittenpiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05215443551546036909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1155816893598612152006-08-17T08:14:00.000-04:002006-08-17T08:14:00.000-04:00This kept me awake last night, so I had to write s...This kept me awake last night, so I had to write something. Here it is: http://riverdalemama.blogspot.com/2006/08/not-baby-anymore.html#linksmetro mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00461160881873679783noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1155812938544311762006-08-17T07:08:00.000-04:002006-08-17T07:08:00.000-04:00I did it. It isn't exactly what you asked for and ...I did it. It isn't exactly what you asked for and it doesn't really even come close to saying what I *feel*. But I couldn't get your post out of my head until I wrote it. It came from the heart and isn't crafted prose or well-thought out stunning poetry. <A HREF="http://sunshinescribe.blogspot.com/2006/08/living-in-me.html#links" REL="nofollow">It is just what it is.</A>Sandrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17049745050947936354noreply@blogger.com