tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post1507012065345027326..comments2023-11-02T08:09:02.234-04:00Comments on Her Bad Mother: Forever YoungHer Bad Motherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03535958887714152413noreply@blogger.comBlogger75125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-44416735220476497162008-09-23T14:29:00.000-04:002008-09-23T14:29:00.000-04:00http://daytontime.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-seems-th...http://daytontime.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-seems-that-friendly-skies-dont-like.html<BR/><BR/>Here's my little bit.Pamelahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13652737346135197054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-26679166971768769702008-09-23T11:26:00.000-04:002008-09-23T11:26:00.000-04:00Beautiful as always Catherine. Jasper and Emilia a...Beautiful as always Catherine. Jasper and Emilia are both luck to have you.<BR/><BR/>Funny, I look at the pictures and remember her at that age, because I think it was about the time I started reading. But two is still little. I think the second time around we enjoy each baby moment more, because we know how quickly it does pass. Now if mine would just be born, I could get on with the baby love.Issahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11309906249557761472noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-50406282379193399592008-09-22T12:20:00.000-04:002008-09-22T12:20:00.000-04:00A mother always remembers, no matter how many year...A mother always remembers, no matter how many years go by, the laughing baby, the small determined toddler, the little boy with his backpack on his way to Beaver's, the young man that loved soccer, and that is what makes it so painful when you see that child now grown when he is so ill, so consumed by addiction that his life is like a death every time you see him. You see through the ravaged face to the face of the little boy, those blue eyes that stared into yours, the once rounded body, so thin now it hurts to hug him, his blonde hair that once stood out like a halo on his head, now matted and dirty. Everyone else sees another dirty, homeless addict, and you see that newborn, that little boy, the young man, and his lost life, and your heart hurts each day, like a death that happens over and over. This is a mothers love and her memories that tie her child to her and keep the hope alive. Please pray for my son, to find that beautiful person inside that I see still.04kidshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14011527152591831162noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-85017793770927795092008-09-22T01:33:00.000-04:002008-09-22T01:33:00.000-04:00So many of your posts bring tears to my eyes, this...So many of your posts bring tears to my eyes, this one especially. I love those little hands. I remember when my son who is now 10 years old started to loose the little dimples on his knuckles, I knew I was loosing my baby forever. Now that I have an almost 3 month old, I want him to stay little, but he defys me and grows every day.Meemohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14097227932245447166noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-80470497500669247382008-09-19T00:55:00.000-04:002008-09-19T00:55:00.000-04:00Well, I do see why you look at him and miss her - ...Well, I do see why you look at him and miss her - they look so much alike! You expressed this beautifully. Oh is he a gorgeous baby!SMhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17986540464794429363noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-76378175745769423212008-09-18T23:17:00.000-04:002008-09-18T23:17:00.000-04:00My babies are 10, 7 and about to turn 5. I go thro...My babies are 10, 7 and about to turn 5. I go through their pictures, hoping to recapture a bit of that baby and you're so right, I miss it. I don't know if my arms remember what they felt like those many months I nursed, but I do remember how my heart felt.Anissa Mayhewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01637783862251849189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-51009656534903469582008-09-18T22:47:00.000-04:002008-09-18T22:47:00.000-04:00Yes! Exactly!Yes! Exactly!{sue}https://www.blogger.com/profile/09266404817244565359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-58536014393037286212008-09-18T21:40:00.000-04:002008-09-18T21:40:00.000-04:00You always know how to put such complicated feelin...You always know how to put such complicated feelings into words. LOVE this post. And what a great picture at the end. Says it all: the fleeting and whimsical moments of youth and you caught one at 1/60 of a second.Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15080488909182074526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-80953578525011638602008-09-18T18:39:00.000-04:002008-09-18T18:39:00.000-04:00Theresa - GAH. 10 months is so still a baby. It be...Theresa - GAH. 10 months is so still a baby. It better be. ;)Her Bad Motherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03535958887714152413noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-86613750144631932412008-09-18T18:14:00.000-04:002008-09-18T18:14:00.000-04:00beautiful and heartbreakingbeautiful and heartbreakingmrs shortcakehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13943195020095172193noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-33433481173646326602008-09-18T18:10:00.000-04:002008-09-18T18:10:00.000-04:00Amazing how you put it all into words, those feeli...Amazing how you put it all into words, those feelings that are so bittersweet and hard to quantify... I type with one hand. my 13 month old daughter asleep nursing in my lap and my eyes filled with tears. Thanks.reynoldahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16426089565420479300noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-61041821659335217202008-09-18T15:42:00.000-04:002008-09-18T15:42:00.000-04:00Yesterday a friend with a 4 month old looked at my...Yesterday a friend with a 4 month old looked at my nearly 10 month old and said that mine wasn't really a baby anymore :( And she is right. It just goes way way way too fast.Theresahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14187089876317175889noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-29745337085427610012008-09-18T14:12:00.000-04:002008-09-18T14:12:00.000-04:00I'm going to stop blogging all together and just d...I'm going to stop blogging all together and just direct everyone over here.<BR/><BR/>You say it so much better than I ever could.<BR/><BR/>Smooches.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-46390817246410479812008-09-18T11:31:00.000-04:002008-09-18T11:31:00.000-04:00on the propensity of swingsets to evoke maternal m...on the propensity of swingsets to evoke maternal melancholy?<BR/><BR/><A HREF="http://mimion.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-sweetiepooper-my-baby-girl.html" REL="nofollow">this</A>>Mimihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10812707312289852258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-17337794257210572002008-09-17T23:27:00.000-04:002008-09-17T23:27:00.000-04:00Last night my 8 (!) year old son said, "Mama, I th...Last night my 8 (!) year old son said, "Mama, I think the time has come when I'm done being cuddled at bedtime."<BR/><BR/>8 years already of constant changing, and one day even this momentous change will seem like something from his smallest, freshest years.<BR/><BR/>It's awesome, and scary, and sweet. Thanks for reminding me about the boob smile. I loved that!Crohn's is my bitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18136455401957479218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-64955463497868801562008-09-17T23:26:00.000-04:002008-09-17T23:26:00.000-04:00Oh, all so true. But if they don't grow up, if th...Oh, all so true. But if they don't grow up, if they are frozen in babyhood forever in your memory because they didn't get that chance...<BR/><BR/>...that is truly unbearable.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-59246508500123185442008-09-17T22:48:00.000-04:002008-09-17T22:48:00.000-04:00Are we not all a composite of all of our former se...Are we not all a composite of all of our former selves? Is not a part you still that eleven year old girl? Do we not all need to be comforted like a small nuzzling child sometimes? The good thing is that we are still all of those people but even better, we get to be who we are including all of those layers of former selves. Our job as parents is tough, we have to encourage the next more independant level in our children at the same time as balancing the caring, supportive, nurturance of the younger child within them. They will always need our love and support; even when they don't look like they need it; even when they don't know that they need. When they are 35 and hurting, we can nurture themm the same way we did when they were a very young child; briefly though, because we have raised them to be functional independant adults and soon they will pull themselves together and make the decisions they need to make and get on with the next step in their life. How we achieve the balance act of supporting and nurturing all of the ages and stages within our children while supportingly promoting them to the next level of independence is an art. A mom in our circle of friends used to tell her eleven year old boy "you are growing up so fast". She meant it with love, as an observation. But he took it completely the wrong way...he told his grandmother "my mother doesn't want me to grow up". He felt his mothers comments like a burden or like a disappointment. He didn't want to disappoint her...but he was growing up just fine and was enjoying doing so until he felt it was at odds with how his mother felt about him growing up. Wow, innocent comments made with love, made about simple observations but with such an unintended heart heavy burden. Fortunately, Grandma told the mom and the mom and the boy talked about it and got it all straigtened out. She loved him, she wanted him to continue to grow up and be the person he was going to be next and then next and then next but she missed the baby he was.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-500982929077220292008-09-17T22:16:00.000-04:002008-09-17T22:16:00.000-04:00This was so beautiful and made me bawl. My 18 yea...This was so beautiful and made me bawl. My 18 year old just left a couple of days ago to join the Air Force. I didn't want to let him go. All I could think was "this happened way too soon! where did my baby boy go?"<BR/><BR/>Heartbreak...yes.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-34765770277716459762008-09-17T21:39:00.000-04:002008-09-17T21:39:00.000-04:00Oh, yes.Oh, yes.lisa {milkshake}https://www.blogger.com/profile/14989232157165922938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-75382349855909114822008-09-17T17:04:00.000-04:002008-09-17T17:04:00.000-04:00Your children are so beautiful, and look gloriousl...Your children are so beautiful, and look gloriously happy. This post is everything I had in my heart when I sat holding my firstborn, committing him to memory as he was then, completely unable to see that as clearly now that he's 11, wishing he'd stand still long enough for me to commit this point into my soul.<BR/><BR/>Thank you for this...for a different kind of girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04431273646365489225noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-91259154157954143172008-09-17T17:00:00.000-04:002008-09-17T17:00:00.000-04:00Your post brought tears to my eyes. I have experi...Your post brought tears to my eyes. I have experienced the same thing, and its enough to break your heart. It is so hard to think that one day, I will be greatful to just talk to my girls on the phone several times a week. But for now I will focus on the now, the beautiful little things that they are. And enjoy!!!Booba Juicehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02893124919568283507noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-8317082908249181672008-09-17T15:05:00.000-04:002008-09-17T15:05:00.000-04:00Yes.Yes.Liz Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09469435277058701080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-8916284322366445512008-09-17T14:45:00.000-04:002008-09-17T14:45:00.000-04:00That last line made me cry.That last line made me cry.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02922011151248224959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-91576597573426737462008-09-17T14:19:00.000-04:002008-09-17T14:19:00.000-04:00I have felt this so many times. I look at my four-...I have felt this so many times. I look at my four-year-old and it's like she is a completely separate entity from the baby that I used to hold in my arms. You've captured that bittersweet feeling so perfectly, and so beautifully, here.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-91809512294270471332008-09-17T13:54:00.000-04:002008-09-17T13:54:00.000-04:00I think that you just spoke for every mother with ...I think that you just spoke for every mother with this post. Going to give my 2 yr old raspberries on her belly now while I still can...cathyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10258482044838974992noreply@blogger.com