tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post116208267746752768..comments2023-11-02T08:09:02.234-04:00Comments on Her Bad Mother: HeavyHer Bad Motherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03535958887714152413noreply@blogger.comBlogger70125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1162792213502455002006-11-06T00:50:00.000-05:002006-11-06T00:50:00.000-05:00This made me cry. Whew. Tough.This made me cry. Whew. Tough.SMhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17986540464794429363noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1162439313924752012006-11-01T22:48:00.000-05:002006-11-01T22:48:00.000-05:00Hugs back to you all. Really.Hugs back to you all. Really.Her Bad Motherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03535958887714152413noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1162352814032202392006-10-31T22:46:00.000-05:002006-10-31T22:46:00.000-05:00Gawd, that was crushing. I've had a similar experi...Gawd, that was crushing. I've had a similar experience and I too felt like crap afterwards.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1162348680754821202006-10-31T21:38:00.000-05:002006-10-31T21:38:00.000-05:00Oh. I am totally crying now. Some mornings when ...Oh. I am totally crying now. <BR/><BR/>Some mornings when I leave day care and I hear Rosie scream, but I have to walk away, it just about kills me. She doesn't get why Momma has to go to work (she doesn't know where I'm going, just that it's away from her). <BR/><BR/>It is the hardest, hardest thing. Yet I know I am setting a good example, that she will learn and understand as she grows, that she will be proud to have a mom that works and will want that for herself.<BR/><BR/>I know this. So why is it still so hard for us?<BR/><BR/>((hugs))Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1162329648100435962006-10-31T16:20:00.000-05:002006-10-31T16:20:00.000-05:00It *is* heavy. It *is* heart-breaking. We have t...It *is* heavy. It *is* heart-breaking. We have to remember, though, not to let the weight of our mistakes crush all the things we've done right - as hard as it is to do. <BR/><BR/>Sigh. My screw-up weight is getting heavier all the time. But like you said, we *have* to manage it. It's worse if we don't, you know.Kristenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02667140531327670081noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1162327449631943502006-10-31T15:44:00.000-05:002006-10-31T15:44:00.000-05:00love will tear you apart (as the saying almost goe...love will tear you apart (as the saying almost goes). did you ever imagine you could love someone so much?mad muthashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00320873044454083098noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1162326865842989912006-10-31T15:34:00.000-05:002006-10-31T15:34:00.000-05:00We spend so much time pining over the little thing...We spend so much time pining over the little things - I know it feels heavy but sweet Wonderbaby had probably already moved on by the time you realized it. Don't forget all the glorious mother things you do each day. They outweigh the unintentional slip ups. Mothers are only human. Even bad mothers.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1162323316068218382006-10-31T14:35:00.000-05:002006-10-31T14:35:00.000-05:00i had to have my in-laws keep will busy so i could...i had to have my in-laws keep will busy so i could sneak out the other day, the first time i tried to leave he burst out into tears on the other side of the glass door wanting me because he was tired. i worried all night at work that he was upset when he figured out i left him like that...i get it...ALIhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11786932063350292717noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1162316632069981852006-10-31T12:43:00.000-05:002006-10-31T12:43:00.000-05:00I've felt that guilt before. It's excruciating.I've felt that guilt before. It's excruciating.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1162312318230802292006-10-31T11:31:00.000-05:002006-10-31T11:31:00.000-05:00I am sure someone else has already posted this, bu...I am sure someone else has already posted this, but just remember this story when Wonderbaby has a WonderGrandbaby. And when Wonderbaby comes to you and asks you how you got to be a good mother and how can she ever manage to be a good mother like you. And you will tell her this story and you will tell her that from then on, you always remembered to wave.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1162302772856050082006-10-31T08:52:00.000-05:002006-10-31T08:52:00.000-05:00You're breaking my heart...You're breaking my heart...Ruth Dynamitehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06161626814106717754noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1162269197517833152006-10-30T23:33:00.000-05:002006-10-30T23:33:00.000-05:00Yep, the hits keep coming and coming.I have a 12-y...Yep, the hits keep coming and coming.<BR/>I have a 12-year-old, and nowadays it seems as if I see that disappointed look far more often than I want to (of course, that's NEVER). I think it just happens, Catherine. It's part of the process. As you well know, I'm sure; it's a hard process, but we live through it.<BR/>And in the end, she'll still love you. That, that right there, is the beauty part. No matter how badly you blow it, she still loves you.Melhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07332126804455557046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1162266857803293372006-10-30T22:54:00.000-05:002006-10-30T22:54:00.000-05:00My heart was aching as I read this. Only another ...My heart was aching as I read this. Only another mother would understand...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1162262860673091882006-10-30T21:47:00.000-05:002006-10-30T21:47:00.000-05:00Oh, I know this feeling, and it does suck. I've ha...Oh, I know this feeling, and it does suck. I've had several moments of feeling like I let Cordy down, and it stings. <BR/><BR/>Luckily babies and toddlers are some of the most forgiving creatures on the planet. She'll still be just as happy when you wave at her the next time she looks out the window.Christinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07345875955750219033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1162262522895545562006-10-30T21:42:00.000-05:002006-10-30T21:42:00.000-05:00My heart aches for you. I know this feeling all t...My heart aches for you. I know this feeling all too well.urban-urchinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18001320142893492171noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1162247533573860842006-10-30T17:32:00.000-05:002006-10-30T17:32:00.000-05:00Oh sweet darlin'.. that's a horrible horrible way ...Oh sweet darlin'.. that's a horrible horrible way to feel. Just be comforted in knowing that SHE'LL never remember it at all... and you can more than make up for it all the rest of her/ your days. You'll be the kooky mom waving madly while your college-age daughter climbs into her space-ship and rolls her eyes, but smiles at your adoration.<BR/><BR/>Love hurts.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1162245590194332432006-10-30T16:59:00.000-05:002006-10-30T16:59:00.000-05:00Only a Mother knows that ache. It isn't just the ...Only a Mother knows that ache. It isn't just the *Heavy* that you find here on Earth though, it is Black Hole-Heavy, like all of the weight of the universe is collapsing on your heart. <BR/><BR/>Poor HBM. Squeeze WB extra hard before bed tonight.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1162242712156957492006-10-30T16:11:00.000-05:002006-10-30T16:11:00.000-05:00Ouch.You can only do your best. It's the misses th...Ouch.<BR/><BR/>You can only do your best. It's the misses that let us appreciate the hits, if you know what I mean.<BR/><BR/>As soon as she gives you that next big hug you'll know all is right with the world again.Namitohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06476552972162497517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1162242204617149692006-10-30T16:03:00.000-05:002006-10-30T16:03:00.000-05:00Fuck Bad!She said the baby was there... not that s...Fuck Bad!<BR/><BR/>She said the baby was there... not that she was crying or anything, right? Don't do this number on yourself unnecessarily. Knowing Wonder Baby being smart and all it is quite likely she went "Hmm, there goes Mommy. She looks like she's thinking really hard. Mommy looks busy."<BR/><BR/>This is nothing but good for her, n'est-ce-pas?<BR/><BR/>Last time I checked WonderBaby is an inquisitive BABY... not a triple-thinking-sort-of-nosey-sort-of-snotty-woman.<BR/><BR/>And here, I was sure I could just drop a 'how d'it go?' comment today. Cause I was sure it'd be a smash! Was sorry I couldn't go.<BR/><BR/>ps.. I heard on Mad somebody (?) calls you Bad and I'm on board with that.mo-wohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10934156423936866994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1162231855372528302006-10-30T13:10:00.000-05:002006-10-30T13:10:00.000-05:00You remind me that it is a blessing and a curse to...You remind me that it is a blessing and a curse to carry the weight of motherhood. Thankfully, it seems the blessings make the weight worth bearing. But, oh how it must hurt sometimes. I'm a little afraid of that.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1162231243441272432006-10-30T13:00:00.000-05:002006-10-30T13:00:00.000-05:00Again, again - you all do so much for my peace of ...Again, again - you all do so much for my peace of mind.<BR/><BR/>Especially hearing that I am not the only one who has done this/struggled through this - of course I knew that I wasn't the first mother to *not look back*, but I *felt* alone in that mistake, and that hurt my heart. I felt like a bad mother in a way that had nothing ot do with being able to manage or control or make do - I felt like the worst kind of bad mother, the neglectful kind. And as I said - I knew that I wasn't unusual in this, alone in this, but I felt *lonely* in this experience.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for giving me company. It helps.Her Bad Motherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03535958887714152413noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1162230136934649792006-10-30T12:42:00.000-05:002006-10-30T12:42:00.000-05:00Oh, sweet woman. If that is the biggest disappoin...Oh, sweet woman. If that is the biggest disappointment Wonderbaby ever feels from you, you will be a shining star among mothers, truly.<BR/><BR/>Having said that, of COURSE your heart shattered into a thousand pieces. Bless your heart.Mommygothhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14584517101798904292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1162229813528633612006-10-30T12:36:00.000-05:002006-10-30T12:36:00.000-05:00Argh. That 'crack' you just heard was my heart br...Argh. That 'crack' you just heard was my heart breaking for you and Wonderbaby.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1162226471201383852006-10-30T11:41:00.000-05:002006-10-30T11:41:00.000-05:00awghhhh shit shit shit. that would break my heart...awghhhh shit shit shit. that would break my heart too. but i think you came off worst from this little ordeal, y'know? i mean, is there *any doubt* in WB's mind who is the center fo your world. nope. no sirreee.gingajoyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01356643079413822527noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1162224498907324422006-10-30T11:08:00.000-05:002006-10-30T11:08:00.000-05:00We forget, omit, don't notice, and fail. That is p...We forget, omit, don't notice, and fail. That is part of what motherhood is. I also think it is the very thing our children come to love us for. No one can love a perfect parent. We love our parents because of that slippage between the ideal and the real. When I think of my own mom, it is the quirks, foibles and failed attempts that fill my heart to overflowing.<BR/><BR/>I know this doesn't help in that moment of heartbreaking omision, but it doesn't change its truth.<BR/><BR/>BTW, in repsonse to your comment chez moi: take heart, my daughter was as bald as Wonderbaby all along. I have no clue where all this hair come from so fast. By next summer even Wonderbaby could be wearing pig tails. Gasp! Oh, and I have a particular fondness for bald babies. They just seem right to me.Madhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13416585771017767796noreply@blogger.com