tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post5843508171528561257..comments2023-12-28T09:32:32.680-06:00Comments on Good Day, Regular People: Oh, Doctor....Are You Sure You Cut The Cord?Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00609629888008025050noreply@blogger.comBlogger64125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-22843520475243821292010-12-08T12:57:28.637-06:002010-12-08T12:57:28.637-06:00That's a fantastic poem, and so so perfect for...That's a fantastic poem, and so so perfect for this post. I can't even imagine what I'd do on the day I absolutely have no control over the hurt and pain that befalls my own kids. I can only take comfort in the fact that I think it helps our kids to know that we're there, even when we're powerless to influence the outcome of their hopes and desires, or to alleviate their pain.Justinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16968048136720936198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-82979883925809831892010-12-07T08:36:19.128-06:002010-12-07T08:36:19.128-06:00It's hard to see our kids in physical or emoti...It's hard to see our kids in physical or emotional pain and stand by helpless...that first heartbreak is the absolute worst.SuziCatehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04025931724313344438noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-89103222445684915272010-12-06T17:01:41.259-06:002010-12-06T17:01:41.259-06:00So beautiful.
I experienced the mommabear love th...So beautiful.<br /><br />I experienced the mommabear love the first time when my oldest was about five.<br /><br />We walked down to the end of our street so she could go to a play date (we lived in a rural area). <br /><br />Two dogs (bully-breed types) came a running out at us from their house and as my heart stopped, I shoved my daughter behind me and hollered those two dogs back to their porch. It still amazes me to this day that I, without hesitation, would have taken bites or worse for that little-bit.<br /><br />You have made me cry!Deborahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00778094998010491653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-30051977286304611092010-12-05T10:21:29.440-06:002010-12-05T10:21:29.440-06:00Empress,
Late to the party, but nonetheless, her...Empress, <br /><br />Late to the party, but nonetheless, here. <br /><br />Belated birthday wishes to your boy/man. I, too, torture myself with the pics, but mostly the one that kills me are the videos. Seeing them as babies, hearing their baby voices. Oh, I tell you, it undoes me every time. <br /><br />And that primal cord is so strong, nothing will ever sever it. My 16 year old daughter got body slammed in her soccer game yesterday. A whallop of a noise when she got hit, a slam that sickened me and brought me to my feet instantly and onto the edge of the field. She jumped back up because she is a fierce warrior and would rather suffer than let her team down. She is their captain and their defender. I knew. I never, ever interfere at times like this, but I knew. I yelled to her coach to pull her out. Even though my girl had nodded to the ref that she was fine and to let the game continue, I knew. And against my husband's protests, I called to her coach and told her to pull her out. A new mother herself, the coach did just that. By the time, my girl reached the edge of the field, she was sobbing, gasping for breath, limping and scraped up big time. She had rolled her ankle, which is sadly too common of an occurrence, after a bad ankle break from a soccer mishap a few years ago. Her ankle was already swollen. She'd gotten the wind knocked out of her big time. She had a lump on her head and she was very dizzy. If I hadn't known, she would have continued to play and the injuries could have been much worse. <br /><br />There is nothing in the world stronger than the fierce bond of mother and child.Joann Mannixhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11163491824085428085noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-67696175504132905422010-12-04T20:45:00.947-06:002010-12-04T20:45:00.947-06:00cece says:
I can't even imagine. I get hurt n...cece says:<br /><br />I can't even imagine. I get hurt now when a kid won't play with mine on the swings.<br /><br />Good luck, thinking of you and Alec.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-16088644972705498212010-12-04T19:13:33.995-06:002010-12-04T19:13:33.995-06:00So lovely!
I only have one; and although he now ...So lovely!<br /><br /> I only have one; and although he now has a child of his own; there is always a little tiny piece of the cord that has never been, nor ever will be severed. He'll always be "my baby" even when he's 50.<br /><br />Thanks for another lovely post; and a happy belated birthday to Alexander!Heart Centered Psychichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02664121230644669109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-11611161729643861342010-12-04T16:59:13.049-06:002010-12-04T16:59:13.049-06:00Oh those moments when the love you feel sweeps ove...Oh those moments when the love you feel sweeps over you like a tsunami. <br /><br />I wasn't prepared for that. I knew I would adore them with every ounce of my being, but the pain of pure love. Hurts so good.<br /><br />Hugs to you my friend.Ashhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16041241998702255016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-15047670544731141142010-12-03T21:55:40.257-06:002010-12-03T21:55:40.257-06:00I guess this one is from the other side of the tab...I guess this one is from the other side of the table. We have five grown kids. I've always kind of envied the mother/child connection. I love my own, but there is just something special about "mom."<br />Love your post and hope it goes well...Pat Tilletthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17699973774273291205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-56967958734859837252010-12-03T19:48:47.161-06:002010-12-03T19:48:47.161-06:00My son is not aware that the cord has been cut. H...My son is not aware that the cord has been cut. He's almost eight. I'm ok with it. His life is not going to be easy. He'll always need the tether. As will I.<br /><br />I know. You know.tulpenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09244442556884959190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-21084997518086435302010-12-03T09:30:12.802-06:002010-12-03T09:30:12.802-06:00Ok, so I don't know what happened, but there s...Ok, so I don't know what happened, but there seems to have been a massive release of dust in the air here and now I've got tears. Why does that seem to always happen when I visit your blog? In a good way of course.<br /><br />And while I liked this post, the thought of D1 being 15 sort of freaked me out.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-56086360370407523852010-12-03T09:18:08.849-06:002010-12-03T09:18:08.849-06:00You made me tear up. This parenting business is bi...You made me tear up. This parenting business is bitter-sweet, isn't it? Thank goodness for us, though, that the sweetness overrides the sad. Hang in there. I hope your son has a lighter heart soon.Maurahttp://36x37.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-53211416647745027342010-12-03T04:06:05.891-06:002010-12-03T04:06:05.891-06:00Such beautiful writing. You make me ache for when ...Such beautiful writing. You make me ache for when my kids are grown, and I don't even have any yet!Helenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11279375517702368792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-44017940127242031382010-12-02T21:25:11.763-06:002010-12-02T21:25:11.763-06:00It is so hard, so so hard, to watch them struggle ...It is so hard, so so hard, to watch them struggle with anything. I am sorry for the anguish you feel as a mom watching her child face pain, and I am wishing him strength as he faces- and conquers- this lesson (hugs)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06957238407666666350noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-2227907586344115922010-12-02T16:10:57.837-06:002010-12-02T16:10:57.837-06:00I think every mom feels this way. Earlier in the ...I think every mom feels this way. Earlier in the year when my son started kindergarten he was having trouble making friends. I was so worried when he would say "No one at school likes me. But I don't care if I don't have any friends." You can always get them a tutor for the academics. But navigating socially, you just can't do it for them. I'm relieved to say he's found his footing and has definitely made friends. But it's absolutely true that as mothers we feel what they feel. <br />Good thoughts to you and your son.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-1998905502767979032010-12-02T15:13:13.499-06:002010-12-02T15:13:13.499-06:00It is so very hard to watch our kids struggle thro...It is so very hard to watch our kids struggle through a life lesson. It's harder than learning one ourselves. So, hugs to you, Mama, and wishes that he will get through quickly.Mrs.Mayhemhttp://www.motheringmayhem.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-79115495472851595342010-12-02T14:36:51.735-06:002010-12-02T14:36:51.735-06:00Gah. I watch my 8-year-old struggle with friend is...Gah. I watch my 8-year-old struggle with friend issues and I can't even imagine what the teen years will hold. :P<br /><br />Gave you an award today, lady:<br /><br />http://postcardsfromoblivion.net/2010/12/you-may-now-call-me-the-stylish-wombat/Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00255686424178324749noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-13891611702497643832010-12-02T14:36:23.116-06:002010-12-02T14:36:23.116-06:00So what you're telling me is that motherhood d...So what you're telling me is that motherhood does not get easier and perhaps gets even more difficult? Say it ain't so!<br /><br />Can I say how much I am strengthened by the wisdom and experience of the bloggy moms I know and love? I think about the post about your son at the parking, saying "Kindness. Kindness" to a mean kid and it gets me every time.<br /><br />Thanks for being a mommy mentor for me. xoxomephttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03074153090546740903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-64191364644714823782010-12-02T14:16:41.739-06:002010-12-02T14:16:41.739-06:00My mother cried on my shoulder last week. For a fe...My mother cried on my shoulder last week. For a few moments she refused to speak, wouldn't tell me why she did.<br /><br />And then she told me that watching me with my children was like a flashback in time and that she couldn't be old enough to have a son who is now 40+.<br /><br />I think that she is more upset that I have lost some hair than I am.<br /><br />I am beginning to understand it. My oldest will be 10 in a few weeks and I see so many changes. The baby is long gone and so is the toddler. He is still very much a boy, but I see signs of a teenager.<br /><br />We have time, but that is what I said last week when he was only 10 months old.Jack Steinerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16625864271071630940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-43794331520181852712010-12-02T13:26:07.635-06:002010-12-02T13:26:07.635-06:00I am feeling so much right now, reading your post ...I am feeling so much right now, reading your post and the poem, and I am having a hard translating it into written words. I absolutely feel it, Alexandra - I mean, some version of what you are talking about. I am always looking at my 6 year old, trying to picture him a year ago, 2 years ago, 3 years ago...I am SO excited watching him grow, having alot of my questions answered (e.g., what will be like? what will he be good at in school? what kind of friend will he be?) and at the same time it breaks my heart to know that I can never go back and hold him again as a baby, a toddler, a preschooler. <br /><br />And it's so true that there does come a day (and I am guessing more and more days) when we will feel powerless as mothers. I see this in my mother, who still cries over worrying about my brother. At this point she honestly can't do anything. And it kills her to see her children in pain. <br /><br />The poem is beautiful. So true.<br /><br />I am sure that whatever Alexander is going through, that he is okay with you by his side. Sometimes they need to find their own way. The most we can do is be there and love them.<br /><br />*Hugs*Only Youhttp://onlyoublog.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-34904086255828331782010-12-02T12:04:44.425-06:002010-12-02T12:04:44.425-06:00I think my son is slowly preparing me for the teen...I think my son is slowly preparing me for the teenage years already. He's got a stubborn streak in him - I don't know where he gets it - can't be from me! (((hugs)))Pamelahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02119087149620456863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-63245268139373488952010-12-02T11:26:42.655-06:002010-12-02T11:26:42.655-06:00That is a beautiful poem. I am not looking forward...That is a beautiful poem. I am not looking forward to those teenage years. With two daughters close in age, we are in for an adventure! Hang in there...it is just another phase!Michelle @Flying Giggleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04679204142907645581noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-32503817565953881372010-12-02T10:58:43.709-06:002010-12-02T10:58:43.709-06:00My oldest is thirty-four. That cord is still intac...My oldest is thirty-four. That cord is still intact. It's never not. I swear.Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-76052378946863696222010-12-02T10:57:57.475-06:002010-12-02T10:57:57.475-06:00I love this! Every stage makes me marvel at how qu...I love this! Every stage makes me marvel at how quickly the last one went by. I can't figure out how they seem so endless, and then when the stage has passed it feels like the blink of the eye. We haven't even reached toddlerhood, let alone the teens and I already feel/fear the tugging of the cord.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-88026816042171913962010-12-02T10:10:49.755-06:002010-12-02T10:10:49.755-06:00That was absolutely beautiful. Alexandra, I love t...That was absolutely beautiful. Alexandra, I love the picture of you and your handsome little man. I'm so sorry for what he's currently struggling with, but rest assured that you have done an amazing job and have given your son all the lessons he needs to handle this and any other complication that may appear in the road ahead. You are still super momma no matter what you may think :)mypixiebloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09135461083810124483noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-7499896383485534352010-12-02T09:32:52.774-06:002010-12-02T09:32:52.774-06:00Hi heart (and yours) will mend soon. You are a fa...Hi heart (and yours) will mend soon. You are a fabulous mom.<br /><br />( P.S. Look at your piles of hair, woman!)Average Girlhttp://misadventuresofaveragegirl.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.com