tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post2979179703158970236..comments2008-11-11T23:55:15.949-05:00Josette at Halushkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16790825543155685363noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-42286007794996874602008-11-11T23:55:00.000-05:002008-11-11T23:55:00.000-05:00thank you. I am in the midst of the chaos and noise of mothering a small increasingly independent being and some days are so. painfully. hard. thank you for a moment of stillness, of making me weep with the joy for the memories that are slipping by like so many amber beads.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-21184619886028797182008-11-04T16:20:00.000-05:002008-11-04T16:20:00.000-05:00Came here from Queen of Shake Shake. <BR/><BR/>Thanks for the brilliant reminder that I need to choose A without hesitation (even whilst in the throes of chaos in my Trenches).Trenches of Mommyhoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07257891014401157085noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-24974797424298286822008-11-04T15:42:00.000-05:002008-11-04T15:42:00.000-05:00Gorgeous writing. And - not to be a downer, but: I have two friends who lost their children much, much too young. Knowing them, experiencing their loss makes choosing "A" not such a trick, but essential. Now, and now, and now, really is, truly, all we have. I know that because of my friends' losses, and I've created a life to live it as often as possible. I'm afraid if it was a trick, it would slip by me too much.dharmamamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04300114394099599509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-13136852728591489792008-10-27T08:59:00.000-04:002008-10-27T08:59:00.000-04:00I always remind myself to think, as I am fishing Hot Wheels cars out from under my bed and everywhere else in the house that they don't "belong," <I>someday I will give anything to be doing this. Someday I will wish for little cars and little boy clutter.</I>soupisnotafingerfoodhttp://soupisnotafingerfood.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-8816115722848487942008-10-27T00:17:00.000-04:002008-10-27T00:17:00.000-04:00That's absolutely beautiful. What a lovely reminder for us all to take pleasure in every moment of every day. Even when it's sometimes "hard". ;)<BR/><BR/>Cute picture, btw. What a sweetheart!Momma Trishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01047263656994476297noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-39864191144915039382008-10-26T22:47:00.000-04:002008-10-26T22:47:00.000-04:00Jozet, this is achingly beautiful.<BR/><BR/>When I read the first part, I was ready to leave a comment full of exclamation points because that is, of course, the game we also played during long afternoons of sewing in the costume shop, and long nights of of working at whatever kind of theater work we were working at, and OMG!!! Jozet is a theater girl just like me!<BR/><BR/>But then, of course, I forgot all that in the poignant reminder that so eloquently expressed what I have been feeling these last few days -- savor them, their deliciousness and their moments of bitterness, for too soon they will be grown, and the things I will ache for again will be the curve of the neck arched over a cutting project, the sticky fingers volunteering a hug, the so-many things that I take for granted.<BR/><BR/>You inspire my soul to patience.<BR/><BR/>That is saying much.MommyTimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12860003098383600806noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-6314179496733889512008-10-26T20:13:00.000-04:002008-10-26T20:13:00.000-04:00I just knew when you invoked the Holy Name of Our Town I would be in tears. And I am.Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13652737346135197054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-80844603633149795632008-10-26T18:49:00.000-04:002008-10-26T18:49:00.000-04:00Your son is adorable! What a lovely post. We agree with your statement that mothers aren't perfect and that we need to try to stop and enjoy them in this moment before they're grown and gone. Very eloquently put.the sits girlshttp://thesecretisinthesauce.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-53954820446363759262008-10-25T06:21:00.000-04:002008-10-25T06:21:00.000-04:00Can I be you? Because this is awesome.Heather, Queen of Shake Shakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04455637064686856773noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-19970398016011914602008-10-22T13:06:00.000-04:002008-10-22T13:06:00.000-04:00I love wading Knee-Deep in the Chaos/Swamp. <BR/><BR/>All the while whistling that "Zipety-Doo-Da" song.<BR/><BR/>Save for those little Cartoon Birds. They piss me off.cIIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02758912891421225305noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-88971100601789395482008-10-21T13:52:00.000-04:002008-10-21T13:52:00.000-04:00Sigh. How wonderfully true.<BR/>It's so easy to get lost in the everyday, each day turning into the next like one giant run-on sentence. Then suddenly, a plot twist turns your face to that other side of the coin and you miss each moment you could have grasped. <BR/><BR/>I miss their babyhood.doubleagentgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12608892134370506123noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-68036126641321160132008-10-21T06:39:00.000-04:002008-10-21T06:39:00.000-04:00Lovely, sweet and poignant.<BR/><BR/>We all need to step back and "carpe diem" sometimes with our kids and family like chaos 'cause it really is too easy to want to throw up our hands (or cry, or swear) and choose option B instead of A.<BR/><BR/>Beautiful, thanks.Kristahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02195918420671505919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-41996013331351102182008-10-20T21:56:00.000-04:002008-10-20T21:56:00.000-04:00Perfect Perfect Perfect Perfect Perfect Perfect Perfect Perfect Perfect Perfect Perfect Perfect Perfect Perfect Perfect Perfect Language Languaging the way Language loves to Langauge.Black Hockey Jesushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08466593271512886307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-71724737903808509922008-10-20T15:02:00.000-04:002008-10-20T15:02:00.000-04:00I swear I think "forward" like that every day, straining to memorize it all and struggling to "live in it" through some act of forward-remembering that forces me to be grateful I'm in the "now."<BR/><BR/>You said it so perfectly! <BR/><BR/>And sneezing staples made me laugh!Amy @ Milk Breath and Margaritashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14258405168792203613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-59870983390589049692008-10-20T12:34:00.000-04:002008-10-20T12:34:00.000-04:00Now look what you've done. You up and made me ache. ACHE for pete's sake. O, the ache of aching achiness. Lovely post. Going to find the Bengay now.Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845215266169983575noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-92106662795990464492008-10-20T12:22:00.000-04:002008-10-20T12:22:00.000-04:00This was exactly the right blog post for me to read on this very tired and emotional wrung-out day. And ... exactly the wrong one, too, sort of. But I thank you very much for the catalyst I needed to finally release the tears that have been inside me all weekend while walking and meeting survivors and everything else. You have a gift for capturing and relaying what so many of us feel every day. Thank you for the gift of catharsis, Josette! I really needed it!Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14948339436308804384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-36593332518624136882008-10-20T09:54:00.000-04:002008-10-20T09:54:00.000-04:00I think about these issues all the time. Being a mom can be so exhausting, but I often think about when they're grown and how I'll miss these times. <BR/><BR/>An elderly man saw me in a store with Olivia when she was about two. She was being a 2-year-old, and I was exasperated, of course. This man very sweetly and patiently and kindly put his arm and my shoulder and said, "Just enjoy her, Hon; she'll be grown before you know it."<BR/><BR/>What a gift he gave me. I think about that all the time. <BR/><BR/>Your post is also a gift. Thank you.Variations On A Themehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05999890261136824148noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-55875471907246918302008-10-20T09:42:00.000-04:002008-10-20T09:42:00.000-04:00Emil anonymously said: Yes, yes. And you are right that when they are grown and gone you will still worry about, think about and pray for them in the same way but different. And when you sit in a cathedral and see your first born in white tie and tails and hear him making breathtaking music with 23 other singers it will expand your heart in just that same way.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-26043120578779208052008-10-19T21:23:00.000-04:002008-10-19T21:23:00.000-04:00The hardest moments are sometimes the ones most important.Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02786127130691625566noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-84499592940010999652008-10-19T21:12:00.000-04:002008-10-19T21:12:00.000-04:00Thank you for this. Tomorrow I will try to pick "A" every time. It should be a no brainer, I know.Rimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15883046753707687727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-27890847789712625472008-10-19T21:03:00.000-04:002008-10-19T21:03:00.000-04:00OMG! I peeped my pants when I saw that you left a comment on my site today. You're famous! I'm in awe of you sister. OMG, I feel like I should go shave my legs or something. Maybe I should dress up fancy to even be posting this over here. BTW: I would do anything to NOT hear a HSM3 ever again. Unfortunately, I live in the very state and city where those masterpieces were filmed, so everywhere I turn, it's WILDCATS!steenky beehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07570171606663745423noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-58632854190574042152008-10-19T15:21:00.000-04:002008-10-19T15:21:00.000-04:00You have some mad writing skillz.Cheri @ Blog This Mom!http://www.blogger.com/profile/17088657210215863433noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-73601066048775597882008-10-19T13:47:00.000-04:002008-10-19T13:47:00.000-04:00Thanks for sharing your stunning little patch of Grover's Corners.Mrs. G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01171997573144385692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-85324368137050845842008-10-19T11:18:00.000-04:002008-10-19T11:18:00.000-04:00Jozet...I can't even tell you how much I truly needed this post this particular weekend (home alone with 8 kids while husband is away on a solo trip - damn him!). I'm taking a deep breath and realizing how truly blessed I am...and I'm savoring, oh yes I am.kimmomofeightnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-83560284240545486172008-10-19T08:17:00.000-04:002008-10-19T08:17:00.000-04:00Hi, thanks for stopping by my blog!<BR/><BR/>I don't have children so I can't really relate but I think I'd choose to eat a leather shoe <BR/>:-)Helenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14449565609953187525noreply@blogger.com