tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462728671028708590.post6596596403784433078..comments2024-01-21T20:42:29.223-06:00Comments on The Extraordinary Ordinary: It lasts foreverHeather of the EOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14607422301391841377noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462728671028708590.post-84156424871743461782009-12-11T23:33:51.860-06:002009-12-11T23:33:51.860-06:00It is remarkable, this very valuable opinionIt is remarkable, this very valuable opinionAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462728671028708590.post-70039555919213711662009-09-18T17:16:16.375-05:002009-09-18T17:16:16.375-05:00Look at his face. Oh Heather, he's gonna be su...Look at his face. Oh Heather, he's gonna be such a heartbreaker. Look out, momma. OH THAT FACE!Lisa @ Crazy Adventures in Parentinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06066995811409390360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462728671028708590.post-30574765090703928062009-09-16T23:31:35.624-05:002009-09-16T23:31:35.624-05:00He's just adorable and cute and adorable and c...He's just adorable and cute and adorable and cute!aprilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16652017621453945535noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462728671028708590.post-48703437266180767702009-09-16T22:53:22.638-05:002009-09-16T22:53:22.638-05:00Oh my goodness that last picture just melts me! I...Oh my goodness that last picture just melts me! I love that look, lol.Laura Marchanthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07878325934353943862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462728671028708590.post-45489864268448918262009-09-16T18:50:49.778-05:002009-09-16T18:50:49.778-05:00He has to be the cutest one in the class. Now that...He has to be the cutest one in the class. Now that I'm biased or anything.Debbiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17480046958714954128noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462728671028708590.post-59527521286871772842009-09-16T16:13:27.320-05:002009-09-16T16:13:27.320-05:00Aw, he's a cutie petootieAw, he's a cutie petootieOne with many nameshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07893745855343786190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462728671028708590.post-48250068442253268612009-09-16T13:36:58.327-05:002009-09-16T13:36:58.327-05:00Everyone said what I wanted to say. It is this wa...Everyone said what I wanted to say. It is this way, always. I look at my almost 12 year old and want her to go back to pigtails piled high on her head and princess dresses. And yet I love those times now when we laugh together and talk and she gets my jokes more and more. There are good times at all ages, and there is always the desire for the past to come back, if only for a minute.Dedeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10155503562900208564noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462728671028708590.post-77717666441708170642009-09-16T13:14:30.477-05:002009-09-16T13:14:30.477-05:00Sitting here just moments after holding my weeping...Sitting here just moments after holding my weeping Bear who keeps asking for life to go back the way it was (Kindergarten is hard on my guy). Now I'm the one who's weeping as I read your words about forever. This job of letting go is the hardest one I'll face, but it's the one that offers the most rewards, because I'm learning every day that life is not about me.Angiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12541881133243012900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462728671028708590.post-64306358121012675512009-09-16T12:34:31.365-05:002009-09-16T12:34:31.365-05:00p.s. This continues to be true, even -- and perhap...p.s. This continues to be true, even -- and perhaps especially -- with teenagers: <br /><br />"To cope with her job of letting go, a mother learns to fill her arms with pride in her child's new accomplishments, and happiness over new freedoms. She turns up the volume of life so the quiet isn't quite so deafening."charrettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11703356045366140496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462728671028708590.post-13285076937958345842009-09-16T12:22:49.671-05:002009-09-16T12:22:49.671-05:00I remember Jeremiah's first day of kindergarte...I remember Jeremiah's first day of kindergarten here. I said, "How was your day, honey?" and he said, grumpily, "too short!". After a year of montessori pre-K that lasts a full school day, he felt like he'd barely left home and they were sending him back again. I actually had to search for a private afternoon kindergarten so he could get his kindergarten fill. Which he did.<br /><br />It takes a great mother to raise such a happy kid as your Miles is!charrettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11703356045366140496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462728671028708590.post-60075155587937134652009-09-16T12:10:58.923-05:002009-09-16T12:10:58.923-05:00I know it's hard but you're doing great!!I know it's hard but you're doing great!!Kathy B!https://www.blogger.com/profile/13932652254033295435noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462728671028708590.post-74632962381177011022009-09-16T11:59:44.133-05:002009-09-16T11:59:44.133-05:00Heather. That. face. I could devour him. He is a...Heather. That. face. I could devour him. He is amazing. And HAPPY. The pull is hard but look at that smile. Wow. What a little dude you got there.<br /><br />:-)<br /><br />LeeLee Vandemanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04971330113441169156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462728671028708590.post-48287571930931692372009-09-16T11:58:16.785-05:002009-09-16T11:58:16.785-05:00I'm sitting here at work crying... especially ...I'm sitting here at work crying... especially at this line:<br /><br />"To cope with her job of letting go, a mother learns to fill her arms with pride in her child's new accomplishments, and happiness over new freedoms. She turns up the volume of life so the quiet isn't quite so deafening."<br /><br />I can so relate - that's exactly how I felt when I dropped my kids off at daycare for the first time and headed to work. Turning up the volume at work so that I could justify leaving them each day. <br /><br />Oh, and your last post had me crying too. You are a remarkable woman and visiting your blog and reading your words is one of the highlights of the time I spend in front of a computer. Thank you for that. :-)kikihttp://goodideagirl.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462728671028708590.post-18623352729598419432009-09-16T11:46:30.177-05:002009-09-16T11:46:30.177-05:00Isn't it amazing how they can drive us crazy w...Isn't it amazing how they can drive us crazy when they are around but the minute they are gone it is ever worse. <br /><br />He looked like he was really excited about school.Ninahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06426465346446099471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462728671028708590.post-51258107750096940512009-09-16T11:00:46.502-05:002009-09-16T11:00:46.502-05:00You know, I really hope heaven has an auto-freeze ...You know, I really hope heaven has an auto-freeze function, so I can replay my life and relive the sweet days for AS LONG AS I WANT, without anything changing. <br /><br />One one hand, I love who they are today. But man oh man, do I miss who they were.Kelly @ Love Wellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18037513409301217473noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462728671028708590.post-51217155633271864852009-09-16T10:06:40.844-05:002009-09-16T10:06:40.844-05:00I love your line under 'leave a comment'. ...I love your line under 'leave a comment'. Awesome. :)<br /><br />Anyway, I see your comments all over the blogosphere, so I have recently come on by to check out your blog and I just love it. I have three little boys myself, and I can relate to a lot of what you've been writing about (mothering, depression, a closet full of old notebooks...). Anyway, just wanted to let you know you have a new reader and I'm enjoying digging through your blog(s).Elizabeth @claritychaoshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05378413620649405525noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462728671028708590.post-37471509597928099112009-09-16T10:03:56.083-05:002009-09-16T10:03:56.083-05:00I know the quiet of which you speak. I'm sitt...I know the quiet of which you speak. I'm sitting here, reading this, while all 3 of my 'babies' are in school. It is REALLY quiet. <br /><br />I think you described the Mother's Quandry so well. We crave this quiet when it's busy then miss the busy when it's quiet.Cynthiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15300459671364768442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462728671028708590.post-20159966729320589692009-09-16T08:51:05.903-05:002009-09-16T08:51:05.903-05:00What a cutie pie you have! I love the question is...What a cutie pie you have! I love the question is it still the same day it was. I love how their minds think.<br /><br />Putting my last baby on the kindergarten bus this year was heartbreaking. For me. He had a blast and can't wait to go back each day.Radioactive Torihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01588217525296865718noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462728671028708590.post-16371267722537209182009-09-16T08:07:38.016-05:002009-09-16T08:07:38.016-05:00"Are we still having the same day we were hav..."Are we still having the same day we were having when I went to school?"<br /><br />Usually when I ask that question, it is with negative overtones.<br /><br />hmmmm....Davehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02084704453299107385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462728671028708590.post-54182312154465374382009-09-16T07:31:21.459-05:002009-09-16T07:31:21.459-05:00and we're homeschooling... so that is just del...and we're homeschooling... so that is just delaying the inevitable, isn't it? Sigh. <br /><br />I remember the first time I had to go to an appointment with a client and leave Sugar with her Auntie - it felt so wrong to not have her with me that for a few minutes I forgot all about the misery of being pregnant and wished that she was back inside me, just so that no one could ever take her away.Blessedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00029860506890356566noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462728671028708590.post-10803764282147678112009-09-16T07:02:48.253-05:002009-09-16T07:02:48.253-05:00I think this is one of the reasons that school is ...I think this is one of the reasons that school is so hard for mommies. It is just the first time of many that we have to begin to let go.Jenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10399156539354549499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462728671028708590.post-39645703190594752692009-09-16T06:54:48.928-05:002009-09-16T06:54:48.928-05:00I know... I dropped Jay off at his first day of pr...I know... I dropped Jay off at his first day of preschool yesterday and wow was I swallowing back tears. Me and Noe left the building - just the two of us and it felt so strange!<br /><br />This is such a crazy ride.Wendi@EveryDayMiracleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02726898493426028276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462728671028708590.post-18209504401561041382009-09-16T04:26:51.397-05:002009-09-16T04:26:51.397-05:00I love the teenager face...hilarious! And I love ...I love the teenager face...hilarious! And I love that you let him dress himself. That, my friend, takes guts. Although I have to say, he DOES look smashing!Kristen@nosmallthinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11179729832299127748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462728671028708590.post-22201708805750771372009-09-16T01:37:14.673-05:002009-09-16T01:37:14.673-05:00You said it so well, that strange longing and empt...You said it so well, that strange longing and empty feeling when they're out of reach. It's like when they were born, they took a part of me with them and I'll always keenly feel the need to be reunited.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462728671028708590.post-20933637045999522532009-09-15T23:22:51.642-05:002009-09-15T23:22:51.642-05:00Oh my goodness, are you and Jo (from Mylestones) w...Oh my goodness, are you and Jo (from Mylestones) working together to turn me into a big blubbering ball of mommy crisis? Because if so, it's working.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com