tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137229307000660233.post4508137516400034311..comments2023-05-12T02:43:54.466-07:00Comments on A Nickel's Worth of Common Sense: A Strange GriefAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04552918781072146852noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137229307000660233.post-92077671387030536372010-03-17T13:20:33.928-07:002010-03-17T13:20:33.928-07:00It goes too fast!!!!!It goes too fast!!!!!Fatcathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10687367589610368444noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137229307000660233.post-78199250343277984292010-03-11T20:30:06.222-08:002010-03-11T20:30:06.222-08:00oh I so relate!! tonight my almost 16 year old yel...oh I so relate!! tonight my almost 16 year old yelled at me "you just don't understand"...and my 9 year old came and is trying to curl up on my lap...literally...such opposite spectrums and both flying by!Lala's worldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14888227099123265114noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137229307000660233.post-1546952800917256822010-03-06T12:34:12.211-08:002010-03-06T12:34:12.211-08:00I want to HOLD this time. Knowing full well it is ...I want to HOLD this time. Knowing full well it is the BEST time of my life. Other good things will come ... but THIS is the best time. My 6 kids under my roof. The years are flying by.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04552918781072146852noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137229307000660233.post-52907478380383018292010-03-06T10:17:39.097-08:002010-03-06T10:17:39.097-08:00i am a divorced (and remarried) mom of two. my ol...i am a divorced (and remarried) mom of two. my older child is no longer a child, she's 27 and blissfully denying me the rite of grandparenthood. :D<br /><br />my younger child is 16. he lives with his dad, not with me. when we divorced, we gave him the chance to put in his opinion, and then decided that yes, he was right. he had passed the need for mama to be there constantly and he needed his dad to teach him man things.<br /><br />he is my baby. when he gets to come visit (summer and a week or so in winter) he spends the first couple of days practically in my lap. he's the child of my illness, who didnt get time at the beach or climbing hills or taking hikes like his sister did, all those active times, but he got long talks and painted toenails (he needs to stop betting on football games!) and dyed green and blue hair before he went to visit his grandparents.<br /><br />and every summer and winter i look forward so much to that time when i'll have my baby (now taller than i am) in my lap again, telling me how much he's missed me. his dad does a wonderful job, so does the woman his dad loves now. and i dont hold that against them. but...i miss my baby in my lap, his arms around my neck, feeling his breath on my cheek as he tells me he loves me.miss kittennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137229307000660233.post-10308686064521644012010-03-06T10:11:15.790-08:002010-03-06T10:11:15.790-08:00I think that change over from kid to preteen is on...I think that change over from kid to preteen is one of the hardest. Heck, each change is hard. I even felt a small measure of sadness when my last baby moved to underwear.Jennyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14525946734959214679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137229307000660233.post-24352546916346606172010-03-06T09:04:33.283-08:002010-03-06T09:04:33.283-08:00Oh, I'm weepy. Beautiful post.Oh, I'm weepy. Beautiful post.FireMomhttp://stopdropandblog.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137229307000660233.post-62154912528120076762010-03-06T09:04:33.284-08:002010-03-06T09:04:33.284-08:00Hi Jen,
I too know your grief. My eldest turns 15...Hi Jen, <br />I too know your grief. My eldest turns 15. I longingly remember the days when he brought untold joy simply be being. I just told my middle that she is not allowed to turn 12. And I too have a "Caden" who does much the same as yours. I long for long lazy days when time slows down ad we could just be...Kristiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14894490012591248479noreply@blogger.com