tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337254678704520655.post1415299356275261152..comments2010-03-20T11:40:53.191-07:00anymommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17870033179328734404anymommyoutthere@gmail.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337254678704520655.post-32821747865451325832010-03-20T11:40:53.164-07:002010-03-20T11:40:53.164-07:00That was so amazingly beautiful! I feel exactly the same way. How do you let children live their lives without instilling in them the fear that we carry around with us as mothers. My daughter almost lost her eye this week (TRUE STORY) by running into a coat hanger. Accidents are going to happen. I struggle with not being able to control every aspect of my kids&#39; lives. We do what we can to keep them safe, but in the end, what is going to happen is going to happen. <br /><br />I am so glad that Shell sent me your way. I can&#39;t wait to read more about you.Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06464241771910686575noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337254678704520655.post-11572319153558045442010-03-20T11:21:04.623-07:002010-03-20T11:21:04.623-07:00Wow, Shell is right, what you say does matter, and it is absolutely beautifulFrugal Vickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14215233645206729306noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337254678704520655.post-51079143133045923842010-03-20T09:51:20.620-07:002010-03-20T09:51:20.620-07:00Visiting from Shell&#39;s blog. So glad you sent me. This is a wonderful post filled with powerful truths. I, too, am not the mom I wish I was. The mom I want to be deep in my soul. I think others have said it well that these are experiences that all moms have at one time or another. Great post!Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04589606390781637262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337254678704520655.post-22726194681431227232010-03-20T09:29:28.645-07:002010-03-20T09:29:28.645-07:00What a beautiful post, you have such an amazing way with words. You talk for so many mothers out there.Ali @ Mommie Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296134743479498314noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337254678704520655.post-51095927496046612662010-03-20T09:21:40.559-07:002010-03-20T09:21:40.559-07:00There&#39;s not a mom anywhere that doesn&#39;t feel these things sometimes. Take me, for instance. I am currently waiting for my daughter to return from a week long trip out of town. They are driving back today....in the rain....in the wind....I know they&#39;ll be perfectly fine, and I will be too....as soon as I know they&#39;re home. <br /><br />Of course, she is 43 years old and married and a mother herself! Doesn&#39;t matter, I won&#39;t be truly at ease until I know they are home! <br /><br />It never goes away. My mother used to tell me &quot;It doesn&#39;t matter if you live to be 100 years old, you&#39;ll always be my little girl.&quot; Yep, that&#39;s about it! <br /><br />Damn, I wish they&#39;d call!Mellodeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07515414035373189099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337254678704520655.post-17775461604549776962010-03-20T09:12:14.716-07:002010-03-20T09:12:14.716-07:00Beautiful post. Glad to have been led to your blog to read it. I think all mom&#39;s hope to see their children grow up safe. It&#39;s a tough job on so many levels.Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13493576726012326958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337254678704520655.post-76402184142173746112010-03-20T08:31:06.834-07:002010-03-20T08:31:06.834-07:00This was a beautiful heartfelt post. My girls are grown now and I still fear for them. <br />I come from Shell&#39;s blog and I&#39;m glad she sent me. :)Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02558971728744688982noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337254678704520655.post-41155804936188601262008-10-20T21:00:00.000-07:002008-10-20T21:00:00.000-07:00wonderful post. beautifully writtenmonicahttp://transplantingme.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337254678704520655.post-15163231974258670522008-07-30T05:46:00.000-07:002008-07-30T05:46:00.000-07:00and, p.s., you've DEFINITELY earned a bookmark. sniff, sniff.Vodka Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04734323418017847775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337254678704520655.post-29999276973527471562008-07-30T05:45:00.000-07:002008-07-30T05:45:00.000-07:00There is a little place in your heart where fear lives. It will always be there, sleeping right beside the joy and wonder.Vodka Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04734323418017847775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337254678704520655.post-33768548410599686972008-07-29T21:09:00.000-07:002008-07-29T21:09:00.000-07:00Are you living in my head? I have these horrible morbid thoughts all the time about things that could happen to my girls. I hate to admit that. It's all out of fear. When I share them with my husband, he's like, "God, it must suck being so afraid all the time." It does. I just started reading the book "Buddhism for Mothers." Hope it will help, even just a bit.<BR/>My oldest is actually a very cautious child. I hardly have to worry about her wandering off from me because I just know she won't. I should probably be doing things that help her explore more, but secretly I love that she's so careful. The baby, on the other hand ... she's still too young to say what she'll be like, but she gets this glimmer in her eyes sometimes that scares me to death!!<BR/>Nice post, Stacey.<BR/>www.pennycarnival.typepad.comMeganpennycarnival.typepad.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337254678704520655.post-58884560992550897382008-07-29T19:59:00.000-07:002008-07-29T19:59:00.000-07:00How many times do I say "be careful" and "watch out" when I really want them to go through life sure of themselves? I know the only way to get that <BR/><BR/>This was beautiful and heart-breaking.Jennifer Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16239563357592230711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337254678704520655.post-29895717317268808702008-07-29T14:32:00.000-07:002008-07-29T14:32:00.000-07:00Gorgeous, beautiful, lovely post my friend. I say that to you a lot, but I mean it every time.A Mom Two Boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14488177415635805201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337254678704520655.post-61404504113068566482008-07-29T13:06:00.000-07:002008-07-29T13:06:00.000-07:00I think we all feel this way, daily. I know for sure that *I* do, and it only gets harder as they get older. <BR/><BR/>(On a side note - I followed Kym's link here... I had some giggles reading older posts, and wanted to reach out and hug you through others.)Erinhttp://oirishdiplomacy.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337254678704520655.post-25700396443316554402008-07-28T20:56:00.000-07:002008-07-28T20:56:00.000-07:00Yay, I'm glad you found me and I found you too. I think we have a good deal in common (recovering lawyer here, too). I'll catch up on your story while you read mine.<BR/><BR/>Beautiful post. I feel it too. And Lucy's not even walking yet. Oh, when she does...mamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05262845008335534197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337254678704520655.post-36549223942263733892008-07-28T20:46:00.000-07:002008-07-28T20:46:00.000-07:00Man, we are two posters thinking the same thoughts. I would cry if I wasn't so hopped up on Zoloft. It's so difficult this transition from wherever you are: tattooed drummer, struggling writer, educated fast tracked lawyer or world traveler to mother, mom, mommy...and there's no going back. We're done - at least emotionally. Physically, we can convince ourselves to continue to live lives of adverture but we will ALWAYS FROM NOW ON be aware of the risks.Stefaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05988664515214410933noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337254678704520655.post-18152924967251112222008-07-28T20:34:00.000-07:002008-07-28T20:34:00.000-07:00Yep, I want it all but I want to risk and give up nothing. I'm still trying to figure that mix out, and I know I'm not even close right now. And I don't know that I'll manage to get there. But every day I try. And from what I read of you... you're doing a great job!Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07803503583347758969noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337254678704520655.post-83370706617410264672008-07-28T20:11:00.000-07:002008-07-28T20:11:00.000-07:00That was a beautiful post from beginning to end. You really do have a wonderful way of expressing motherhood with your writing.Mama Ginger Treehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17259169109945001406noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337254678704520655.post-51409961081233841262008-07-28T19:52:00.000-07:002008-07-28T19:52:00.000-07:00I thought I knew fear until I became a mother, it's such a deeper level of uncertainty. Beautiful post!EatPlayLovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01768078593549284605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337254678704520655.post-34178710608140071792008-07-28T18:50:00.000-07:002008-07-28T18:50:00.000-07:00We can take care of this! Let's move to Africa - we've got legal, medical and stock-plieing, chicken killing bases covered!<BR/>:) Great post.phulmayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12905920467303683131noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337254678704520655.post-89700303312591255112008-07-28T18:33:00.000-07:002008-07-28T18:33:00.000-07:00Sigh.. No. It doesn't get any easier. Teaching caution without fear is the continuing struggle every "good" mother goes through. Just the fact that you can acknowledge the conflict is proof that you ARE a good mom.Traceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09606831315390042198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337254678704520655.post-3177940298848186082008-07-28T14:58:00.000-07:002008-07-28T14:58:00.000-07:00I took the morning off from the computer and just came back to all these awesome comments. You make me laugh and cry. I'm all warm and fuzzy and now I can tackle the afternoon.<BR/><BR/>Marinka - They do seem porn starish. Remember that game in jr high, your porn star alias was supposed to be your pet's name plus the street you lived on. Mine was Penny Redrock. Nice.<BR/><BR/>Dysfun Mom - Isn't funny how they have fears you don't even have. My son is terrified of giants?! Now that's not one I worry about too much.<BR/><BR/>Nissa - It did make me laugh. I fear those years for a whole different reason. I remember what I was like and I deserve the worst they have to offer!anymommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17870033179328734404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337254678704520655.post-37340897695526158572008-07-28T14:11:00.000-07:002008-07-28T14:11:00.000-07:00I can relate to this so much.'That Girl'http://www.blogger.com/profile/12482478132595018237noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337254678704520655.post-92158496710386067872008-07-28T13:39:00.000-07:002008-07-28T13:39:00.000-07:00You put words to what is in my heart. Thanks for doing it so beautifully. What a great start to the week.PsychMammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18072554462874623041noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5337254678704520655.post-54129851729452698422008-07-28T12:35:00.000-07:002008-07-28T12:35:00.000-07:00You're amazing! How is it that you get inside all of our heads and then manage to put what you see and feel while there on paper (or blog, in this case)? You just summed up so many of my fears and feelings...thank you! <BR/>Goose bumps, nods of understanding and agreement! As always, you rock!<BR/>Thak You!<BR/>KateriKateriwww.thefiveofus.typad.comnoreply@blogger.com