tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post3172472296279164509..comments2024-03-28T14:45:34.423-04:00Comments on 37 Paddington: Born Lucky37paddingtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-64241339044149866722012-03-19T09:20:23.772-04:002012-03-19T09:20:23.772-04:00Gradydoc, enjoy these years with your boys. As you...Gradydoc, enjoy these years with your boys. As you already know so well, they are a grand and beloved adventure!37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-43066940698222254292012-03-18T21:07:15.875-04:002012-03-18T21:07:15.875-04:00My goodness. Now that just sucked the wind straigh...My goodness. Now that just sucked the wind straight out of my chest.gradydoctorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10639816377218206777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-69243263571658897182012-03-18T17:20:04.177-04:002012-03-18T17:20:04.177-04:00deirdre, you know, one of the reasons I am right n...deirdre, you know, one of the reasons I am right now seeing doctors for the first time in a decade, getting all my checkups and trying to secure my health, is I want to be around the see my children's children. you, mary, dishwasher, my own mother, you all tell me that it is the ultimate thrill and joy. well, i'm not rushing things, not at all, but i do plan to see that day. love you, d. xo37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-78896536692478391222012-03-18T17:17:43.740-04:002012-03-18T17:17:43.740-04:00dear e, it makes me sad that your mom never convey...dear e, it makes me sad that your mom never conveyed how hard it was to let you go. Maybe knowing how much she cared about you can still make a difference. Because she did miss you. Oh, she did. Hugs, friend.37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-84659068054861511442012-03-18T15:29:37.853-04:002012-03-18T15:29:37.853-04:00They don't ever really 'leave' as Mary...They don't ever really 'leave' as Mary says but things change. And then they change again when they have their own children. One of the luckiest things you talk about is also a husband who whispers encouragement. And you deserve every second of it. Perfect picture. love ddeirdrehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05298478080497976934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-88763048964101863362012-03-17T19:56:33.998-04:002012-03-17T19:56:33.998-04:00Angella,
I don't have children but grew up wi...Angella,<br /><br />I don't have children but grew up with a mother who often acted as though she could not wait for the time when I would leave home...<br /><br />To cut a long story short, I began my forays into the adult world as a teen and have never looked back because I knew that there was no going home again for me. My uni was three thousand miles from the small country where I grew up. It wasn't until after she passed away that I learned my mother confessed to a friend that she stayed in what had been my room for hours after my flight departed, playing my music and crying...I'll never know what she was thinking because she is no longer around to ask, but I wish now that she had said at least once that she missed me. It might have made a difference.<br /><br />Your children are indeed lucky.ehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11376645220662546020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-86419639222424730072012-03-17T09:22:33.795-04:002012-03-17T09:22:33.795-04:00R. Mom, you understand, I can tell. When I talk ab...R. Mom, you understand, I can tell. When I talk about missing my children here, I just brace myself and assume it will sound like whining, and i do it anyway because its a kind of therapy to set it down. But your comment, "I thought I was going to die," tells me you really do know. Of course we wont die, it's not literal. But there is definitely something that comes unmoored, necessarily so, but still not easy. Thank you. Hugs.37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-70548228104748406942012-03-16T19:34:11.303-04:002012-03-16T19:34:11.303-04:00Sorry, I am just catching up and I see that your b...Sorry, I am just catching up and I see that your boy has already gone back. I completely understand this. I can't tell you how hard this year has been for me and I still have my youngest at home. Not that they are interchangeable! Just that I still have one to keep me busy here! <br /><br />When my oldest boy moved to NYC almost 2 years ago, it was really hard on all of us, but when my daughter left for NYU in September, I thought I was going to die. My baby girl. In Manhattan. It hasn't really gotten any easier, I miss her like crazy. <br /><br />Roots and Wings, right? <br />You've done a great job Mama!RottenMomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17518968855889232271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-75173751189026678892012-03-16T13:22:42.017-04:002012-03-16T13:22:42.017-04:00Great to meet up with you again. I've only jus...Great to meet up with you again. I've only just come back to you, so must have missed a lot. I am now not only a parent, but also a grandparent... life is wonderful. Good to be back; I've joined the fold!Cro Magnonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06840670227576695352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-40271392740580716202012-03-16T12:36:22.123-04:002012-03-16T12:36:22.123-04:00Hi Cro, welcome! Don't mind me. I know, I soun...Hi Cro, welcome! Don't mind me. I know, I sound like a wimp. I'm not really. Even though I process my very noisy brain here, i do let them go. If you've been reading here, you will know that both my kids have travelled on their own quite widely at this point, despite my very active imagination about the world, and yes, they do come back richer and more open and confident. yes, it's always hard for me to wave them on, but i manage to do it. No choice really. Fly, they must. Thanks for commenting!37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-88138267860508533372012-03-16T12:31:36.740-04:002012-03-16T12:31:36.740-04:00Mark, haha, you would notice that! that is so comm...Mark, haha, you would notice that! that is so common in New York I don't even think about it. And did you notice the horse is chained to the door so no one will walk off with it? I let my kids wander in New York and then worry about them in other places. Go figure. But please pray I get it right, because I am quietly frantic as all get out right now. why does it never get easier? It's me. Not reality. I know this. Love.37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-43557336239872121482012-03-16T11:39:40.126-04:002012-03-16T11:39:40.126-04:00Angella, a week on a Mexican beach sounds much saf...Angella, a week on a Mexican beach sounds much safer to me than perusing shop windows in NY. All three of my children travelled the world between school and university. They took at least a year off each, and returned wiser and more rounded. Cutting the apron strings happens to all of us; it's hard, but we have to let them go. Best wishes from France, Cro.Cro Magnonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06840670227576695352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-73890253430834357362012-03-16T08:28:51.127-04:002012-03-16T08:28:51.127-04:00Elizabeth, thanks for being here in this place, in...Elizabeth, thanks for being here in this place, in my life.37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-91919201185180902932012-03-16T08:28:10.184-04:002012-03-16T08:28:10.184-04:00Kathleen, on the other hand, I suppose it's ea...Kathleen, on the other hand, I suppose it's easier to tend a sore heart if one is also cognizant of being blessed. Hugs, friend.37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-6770911708383408442012-03-16T08:26:10.402-04:002012-03-16T08:26:10.402-04:00Ms. Moon, I trust you implicitly. I'm hanging ...Ms. Moon, I trust you implicitly. I'm hanging on those words.37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-71207947573574876412012-03-16T08:25:18.452-04:002012-03-16T08:25:18.452-04:00Thank you, Steph. Love to you, too.Thank you, Steph. Love to you, too.37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-61462354452265656542012-03-16T08:03:35.619-04:002012-03-16T08:03:35.619-04:00I just love that second photo too. Riding horse a...I just love that second photo too. Riding horse and gumball machine outside a store that sells liquor. Something for everyone!<br />I think I might die the first time my kids asked to go away like that. I'm looking to you for answers. Hopefully you get it right.<br />Take care.<br />m.Markhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01049586061176648341noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-83214472436462284132012-03-16T02:19:39.848-04:002012-03-16T02:19:39.848-04:00I know. I just know. THat photo is so perfect, it ...I know. I just know. THat photo is so perfect, it made me cry.Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-28259009641314588362012-03-15T22:55:01.696-04:002012-03-15T22:55:01.696-04:00Oh my heart. This year's spring break my sopho...Oh my heart. This year's spring break my sophomore man-child decided to spend the week out of town with his girlfriend's family. The first time he's never hung out with us. I know we're so lucky too, but it doesn't always soothe that tender and sore heart. Sigh.Kathleenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16055235050276862927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-46768556197084698822012-03-15T20:21:30.883-04:002012-03-15T20:21:30.883-04:00Stephanie is completely right.
But let me tell yo...Stephanie is completely right. <br />But let me tell you- they never really leave. They need you always. I swear. My life is proof of that. And they will be, if not exactly in eyeshot forever, within arm's reach. <br />True. <br />That photo is perfect, by the way.Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-86897325567210371792012-03-15T15:11:33.501-04:002012-03-15T15:11:33.501-04:00You are lucky. And it is still hard. Sending lov...You are lucky. And it is still hard. Sending love.Steph(anie)https://www.blogger.com/profile/01345590378662641435noreply@blogger.com