tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11830870.post115498184595527676..comments2023-12-05T10:04:14.177-05:00Comments on Ittybits & Pieces: On a clear day I can see foreverUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11830870.post-1157083680300322322006-09-01T00:08:00.000-04:002006-09-01T00:08:00.000-04:00You have made me cry. I have done the same thing.....You have made me cry. I have done the same thing...lost it and been redeemed by my child.<BR/>They humble us.crazymummahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04663148723513574331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11830870.post-1155991352321192492006-08-19T08:42:00.000-04:002006-08-19T08:42:00.000-04:00this post is just amazing. it brings tears to my e...this post is just amazing. it brings tears to my eyes ... I've been in that exact spot recently. <BR/><BR/>thanks for writing this.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11830870.post-1155314409333316922006-08-11T12:40:00.000-04:002006-08-11T12:40:00.000-04:00Nothing more need be said.Nothing more need be said.Firestarter5https://www.blogger.com/profile/01985878244666085318noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11830870.post-1155241248003283062006-08-10T16:20:00.000-04:002006-08-10T16:20:00.000-04:00ditto to the previous commentsPatience is somethin...ditto to the previous comments<BR/><BR/>Patience is something I've had to learn, and it hasn't been easy. I've been a mom for seven years now to three children ages 7, 4.5, and 13 months.<BR/><BR/>The first time I raised my voice to my oldest daughter and made her cry, she was only 6 months old. Granted, she was about to stick her hand into a hot fireplace, but her look of absolute shock at the tone of my voice is something I will never be able to erase from my mind.<BR/><BR/>Just know that you are not alone. <BR/><BR/>By the way, your words and pictures are just beautiful . . .Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07570437173288571934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11830870.post-1155148581456990822006-08-09T14:36:00.000-04:002006-08-09T14:36:00.000-04:00That's really the first time you yelled like that?...That's really the first time you yelled like that? As the mother of a kid more than a year younger than your ittybit, I already can't say the same thing. But the redeeming fact is that I can be taught (sort of) and that my daughter is actually showing me how to be more patient. It's not an easy lesson to learn. But that's motherhood for you.Binkyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17161541480469324280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11830870.post-1155088951477911802006-08-08T22:02:00.000-04:002006-08-08T22:02:00.000-04:00*heavy sigh*Oh it's hard being a good momma isn't ...*heavy sigh*<BR/><BR/>Oh it's hard being a good momma isn't it? <BR/><BR/>My mom always said "this hurts me more than it hurts you" when she would yell at us for whatever the reason. <BR/><BR/>She was right.kimmykhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15527009466610518600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11830870.post-1155086583873151972006-08-08T21:23:00.000-04:002006-08-08T21:23:00.000-04:00Oh you poor thing! I've been there and it made me ...Oh you poor thing! I've been there and it made me cry reading about your tough day.<BR/><BR/>Being a mom is the hardest thing I've ever done. Being kind 24/7 to a 2 year old is shockingly hard at times, despite the fact that I love him with every fiber of my being.<BR/><BR/>One day, I barked at Jude on a particularly trying day. The look on his face shamed me to my core. That image will be burned into my memory forever. I still get sick when I think about it.<BR/><BR/>It sucks that the desire to be a good mommy can carry such guilt and shame with it. It would be soooo much easier to be an asshole.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11830870.post-1155051858304939802006-08-08T11:44:00.000-04:002006-08-08T11:44:00.000-04:00I could not have written those feelings any better...I could not have written those feelings any better, though they've passed my heart and soul. I have lost it like that, and I hate how I felt afterwards. I hate that I shocked my little boy with the force of my voice, my impatience, my loss of control. But like you, I hollered myself out of a pattern of wishing time away so I could get a break from the overwhelmingness of parenthood.<BR/><BR/>And his little hand on my hand was what got me through. He didn't know it, but he learned how to comfort that day, how to reassure me it would all be okay instead of me reassuring him. He grew up a little in those few moments, and I wish it hadn't been because I'm the one who lost it. But I'm learning this as I go along. And his patience with me is growing, too.<BR/><BR/>I'm sorry your frustrations with overwhelming thoughts took over for a second, but it happens to everyone. Sometimes the strangest things wake us up to time's inevitable march. We learn from our outbursts as much as our inner thoughts. Hang in there.Andreahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10612468442701491963noreply@blogger.com