tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2851980518254014125.post4975483086827642916..comments2023-10-01T02:15:58.234-07:00Comments on mommicked: Prayer-ishTracyOChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16227348728165440844noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2851980518254014125.post-33265525603987231552010-12-17T01:08:58.584-08:002010-12-17T01:08:58.584-08:00I'm with Audrey. Lately I seem to be reading a...I'm with Audrey. Lately I seem to be reading and hoping to come up with a worthy response to what I have read at a later date. But I still don't have anything but want to say . . something.<br /><br />I do those sums of contentedness in my head quite frequently. Sometimes I wonder if I should have given up the three days I had. I suppose that no guarantee short of a full, happy span of (Catherine Whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01618295389400457254noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2851980518254014125.post-44415687605706691032010-12-01T17:13:19.135-08:002010-12-01T17:13:19.135-08:00I spent Thanksgiving with a thirteen year old girl...I spent Thanksgiving with a thirteen year old girl. My niece. And rather than the hatitude and eye rolls I expected, it was amazing to talk to her, to be insulted by her, to debate with her, and it made me terribly sad when she left. I just want to have that rapport with my girl, and the boy, and the other girl, which is entirely impossible now, but it ached in me something fierce. This prayer, still life angiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15150141781089602529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2851980518254014125.post-36381892357824082152010-11-30T12:18:08.545-08:002010-11-30T12:18:08.545-08:00You've touched on something I can hardly expre...You've touched on something I can hardly express, much as I've tried. In fact, I am coming back to this post thinking that I would have the words by now, but I don't. So for now, just a note of gratitude for this post.Audreyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12370481806034914970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2851980518254014125.post-85009611858289974182010-11-30T05:11:34.341-08:002010-11-30T05:11:34.341-08:00So sad, isn't it? One day you're strutting...<i>So sad, isn't it? One day you're strutting your stuff down the parade route in a bedazzled mini-skirt, the next day you're a mom with three-year-old, a set of cremains, and a stack of worries.</i><br /><br />This is the source of my recent melancholy almost exactly.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2851980518254014125.post-6831896842931397052010-11-30T00:40:02.567-08:002010-11-30T00:40:02.567-08:00I really hope he/she is listening. I don't thi...I really hope he/she is listening. I don't think any of that is too much to ask.<br />xoHope's Mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04984543289642681339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2851980518254014125.post-52435363166954327212010-11-29T16:55:35.916-08:002010-11-29T16:55:35.916-08:00Tonight, as I say my prayers, I'll put in a re...Tonight, as I say my prayers, I'll put in a request for parades and spangly costumes for R and a long, beautiful life for C. Thinking of you. xxJennhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16614232173945249682noreply@blogger.com