tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post7659057296960775209..comments2023-11-02T08:09:02.234-04:00Comments on Her Bad Mother: Walk This WayHer Bad Motherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03535958887714152413noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-30523627765286286412009-06-09T12:35:34.479-04:002009-06-09T12:35:34.479-04:00It's not wrong at all. In fact, I'm sittin...It's not wrong at all. In fact, I'm sitting here crying. Mine pulled himself up to the couch the other day. Seems to go by way too fast.Issahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11309906249557761472noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-67947699165632883232009-06-08T09:54:30.998-04:002009-06-08T09:54:30.998-04:00Not wrong at all, because he will be running (if h...Not wrong at all, because he will be running (if he's not already).<br />But don't you worry, he'll always come back ...Karen MEGhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10834425321020756655noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-76954251036678885712009-06-07T18:59:22.966-04:002009-06-07T18:59:22.966-04:00I have 4 grown children. Trust me, there comes man...I have 4 grown children. Trust me, there comes many times in there lives when they will ALWAYS need you. Fear not, dear.The Crazy Blonde Cougarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03148954041782552387noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-81475795649561191602009-06-05T01:06:39.964-04:002009-06-05T01:06:39.964-04:00http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bk3ZimvUrb0&fea...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bk3ZimvUrb0&feature=related<br /><br /><br />They all learn to do it. Incredible really. I remember when my sister's baby was 6 months old. He had just pulled himself up onto his hands and knees and was rocking back and forth as if to start crawling. My sister encouraged him, like any good mother would. "Come on, you can do it, you can do it". Her friend, the mother of an 18 month old, watched this and exclaimed "no, no, no don't encourage him, once they can move by themself your whole life gets worse!". <br /><br />This little baby is probably 18 by now, my sister's baby is a teenager. They do keep moving forward and afterall, that is what we want for them, BUT, they are a composition of their experiences. You are part of him now. He will carry you everywhere with him. And, it will bring him comfort when he needs it, joy when he needs and always support, guideance and love evidenced in his confidence and ability to connect with others. You are doing a good job. He is a lucky boy. Cute too. But lucky, oh so lucky.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-3846448598721203082009-06-05T00:50:36.853-04:002009-06-05T00:50:36.853-04:00Awww.Awww.Al_Palhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10260615221471924302noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-78693417049687295362009-06-05T00:02:38.783-04:002009-06-05T00:02:38.783-04:00What a sweetpea! The nway he so gentle with the f...What a sweetpea! The nway he so gentle with the flowers. He's adorable. I miss this, I really do.Crazed Nitwithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09433413927453925851noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-37534911111735107622009-06-04T22:35:47.949-04:002009-06-04T22:35:47.949-04:00I remember having to wrench my hand out of my moth...I remember having to wrench my hand out of my mother's on a regular basis because she kept holding onto it for no reason I could discern. <br /><br />That was a very long time ago.<br /><br />BillBillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10157379407969684252noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-25598371222522265922009-06-04T21:07:04.002-04:002009-06-04T21:07:04.002-04:00We root for them, our hoped for outcomes shifting ...We root for them, our hoped for outcomes shifting with our hearts, but we love them. Always, we love them.Amandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06785403140233495009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-76830458614648189452009-06-04T21:05:02.001-04:002009-06-04T21:05:02.001-04:00...and so they are born: to walk away from us. It ......and so they are born: to walk away from us. It sounds so horrible. But it's so beautiful.goldfishhttp://www.onthreekids.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-18289755372026075642009-06-04T20:42:15.808-04:002009-06-04T20:42:15.808-04:00Oh, Trillian, but he's trying.Oh, Trillian, but he's trying.Her Bad Motherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03535958887714152413noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-4064345916204616882009-06-04T19:28:32.850-04:002009-06-04T19:28:32.850-04:00At least he isn't clambering up the bookshelve...At least he isn't clambering up the bookshelves and pitching himself at the sofa....yet! ;-)Trilliannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-77822221016906059352009-06-04T19:18:21.606-04:002009-06-04T19:18:21.606-04:00The fact that my last baby started walking at 10 m...The fact that my last baby started walking at 10 months has made it even harder. "Can't you just keep crawling?" I wanted to ask him. <br />They grow so fast.Tuesday Girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01816799873933925204noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-50183432518803144272009-06-04T17:57:01.735-04:002009-06-04T17:57:01.735-04:00You know, I think there is something very,very spe...You know, I think there is something very,very special between mothers and sons...grow.stop.please don't leave.<br />Mothers and daughters generally stay close-even after marriage.But sons tend to fall in love with some beautiful girl and then you are no longer the "woman" in their life. I screamed "but he his a one woman man, and I'M it" when my son got his first girlfriend. I didn't scream out loud, but rather into my pillow and sobbed.And felt jealous, of all things.Both boys are grown now, and they love me-totally love me and tell me so.But I still look at their mates, and under my breath say "bitch". Not because they are by any means, that's just my nature.<br />On the other hand, my daughter's husband is the best thing ever. I've never felt a jealous bone in <br />my body over him-I just feel really sorry for his mother!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-22754828430229328942009-06-04T17:53:42.758-04:002009-06-04T17:53:42.758-04:00Found you on my BFF "That Mommy" Lona...Found you on my BFF "That Mommy" Lona's page. You rule I have no kids but reading this stuff makes me get it a teeny bit more. Fantastical.:)Amandahttp://amandaastounded.blogpost.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-50753842009299485772009-06-04T16:27:00.425-04:002009-06-04T16:27:00.425-04:00No, there's absolutely nothing wrong with want...No, there's absolutely nothing wrong with wanting him to slow down and not let go of your protective hand. The other night I snuck out of the bathroom while my 6 year old son, Jude, was in the bathtub (so I could work on my blog - clearly I am HIS bad mother!). A few minutes later he appeared next to my desk - jammies on, hair combed, and apparently, teeth brushed. "Mama, I squirted the stuff right on my toothbrush ALL by myself!" And I know I should have been so PROUD of him. But I was heartbroken. He had squirted the stuff all by himself. Without me. Sniff.gretchenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00952840544630534206noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-13155801272689866862009-06-04T15:27:00.345-04:002009-06-04T15:27:00.345-04:00My son...my baby (and it seems like an increasing ...My son...my baby (and it seems like an increasing chance he will forever be my last, which makes me want to cry)(and that's a story in and of itself)...is 7 years old. He is quick footed, glorious, entertaining, and forever trying to escape my clutches as I'm pulling him back to me for just one more kiss to tack onto the 12 I've just bribed out of him.<br /><br />Anyway, every morning, we walk to the corner together so he can catch the school bus, and each morning, he waits at the door for me, and as we descend the front steps, he reaches over and takes my left hand into his right, and we walk hand-in-hand to the corner and then stay that way until the bus pulls up and he jumps on. Today is the last day of school. Today is the last day I got to hold his hand on this routine of ours I didn't realize how much I cherished. Don't think those last couple sentences were pretty damn hard to type with my eyes as glassed over with tears that I'm trying to blink back!<br /><br />I'm having a really, really, really hard time with this growing up business. <br /><br />I mean REALLY.for a different kind of girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04431273646365489225noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-29648367959356415882009-06-04T15:22:32.723-04:002009-06-04T15:22:32.723-04:00So beautiful, so very true... so sad. I'm so e...So beautiful, so very true... so sad. I'm so emotional every single day that my boys are growing up too fast, and they're only 3. 5 years old and 16 months old. I fear I will be needing some serious medication to help me cope with their wedding days!Loukiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03066879990007701379noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-86435113900573022302009-06-04T15:08:40.492-04:002009-06-04T15:08:40.492-04:00Hey, I just cried my way through the seasonal sort...Hey, I just cried my way through the seasonal sorting of baby clothes. I totally want to stop time. I really did cry sorting through the preemie, newborn and 3 months size clothes. I decided to keep them until I can really dump all the six month sized items - I tell my husband it will be easier to give them all away at once, but really I don't want to let them go. I know we have to let them grow up, but we get to feel sad too.GingerBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09976594257345428901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-63318131187320661932009-06-04T15:04:34.060-04:002009-06-04T15:04:34.060-04:00Look at him go! Let him go! That's what we'...Look at him go! Let him go! That's what we're here for, us parents. To bring them up and let them go.Jillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15835303750336050596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-77468932672307879682009-06-04T14:22:20.132-04:002009-06-04T14:22:20.132-04:00Little stumble-bumble muffin!!! The time goes too...Little stumble-bumble muffin!!! The time goes too fast, the days go to slow... It's all just too much for our mama-hearts!Heidehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06847584061949133228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-10346346894326442122009-06-04T14:09:04.053-04:002009-06-04T14:09:04.053-04:00No, it isn't wrong.
I want my son to slow dow...No, it isn't wrong.<br /><br />I want my son to slow down because he's just getting big too fast.<br /><br />I want to eat him up.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-60040693234565811552009-06-04T14:07:50.483-04:002009-06-04T14:07:50.483-04:00The absolute summary of parenthood is the pride yo...The absolute summary of parenthood is the pride you feel in watching your little ones learn to do things for themselves and the absolute terror of the day they no longer need you.<br /><br />I have seen three take their first steps, heard three first words, sent two off on their first day of school. I am torn between pride of them, anticipation when my child free independence will be restored and panic that they'll grow up too fast and leave me before I'm ready.<br /><br />Lovely post. You captured the essence of parenting.@sillydadhttp://twitter.com/sillydadnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-27717323378557836532009-06-04T13:53:02.181-04:002009-06-04T13:53:02.181-04:00Hold that hand as long as you can, dude.Hold that hand as long as you can, dude.Mr Ladyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09998773078408832376noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-56669561061829392502009-06-04T13:52:12.299-04:002009-06-04T13:52:12.299-04:00Oh, I wanna give that kid a smooch. SMOOCH.Oh, I wanna give that kid a smooch. SMOOCH.Mimihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10812707312289852258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-56807386874722133912009-06-04T13:39:09.352-04:002009-06-04T13:39:09.352-04:00Not at all wrong. I am there with you watching my ...Not at all wrong. I am there with you watching my baby girl walking away from me too. It's harder to watch when it's your last baby I think. I don't remember being so sad when my first started walking.Heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01979925607834752536noreply@blogger.com