tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742202280973813643.post2927932723396738412..comments2024-03-26T05:19:29.340-04:00Comments on Vodkamom: Give until it hurts. And dammit, it does. Vodka Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04734323418017847775noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742202280973813643.post-55713646201313320402014-01-20T02:18:41.763-05:002014-01-20T02:18:41.763-05:00Twenty-three, Mom. That's when your boys come ...Twenty-three, Mom. That's when your boys come back to you. You will be very special then. Bide your time well and make certain he knows you are there. But 23, something happens and all of a sudden, you are welcome in their lives once again. <br />Midlife Roadtripperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06700277803842883251noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742202280973813643.post-57519527624080603812014-01-17T16:35:44.254-05:002014-01-17T16:35:44.254-05:00OK, now. I am getting worried about you. I check i...OK, now. I am getting worried about you. I check in on you just about every day, but seldom make comments. Now I just want you to say something so I'll know you are OK. OK?<br /><br />Lynn GuinnLynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09826731771375350000noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742202280973813643.post-7971678817479435492014-01-13T23:13:35.231-05:002014-01-13T23:13:35.231-05:00right now, he might not see that...and it may be y...right now, he might not see that...and it may be years from how before he realizes it...i agree with IG...just keep loving him...know its going to hurt a bit...but that love will be what he remembers....Brian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742202280973813643.post-19248362600299528172014-01-13T22:28:46.604-05:002014-01-13T22:28:46.604-05:00Sorry about that. Here's what I meant to say:
...Sorry about that. Here's what I meant to say:<br /><br />Keep loving him, come what may, and he will know the gift someday. Peace to you, Madam.Irish Gumbohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07386134334156997186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742202280973813643.post-48244772876569921672014-01-13T22:27:14.360-05:002014-01-13T22:27:14.360-05:00ccIrish Gumbohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07386134334156997186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742202280973813643.post-70998081108685037202014-01-12T23:46:04.980-05:002014-01-12T23:46:04.980-05:00I hope, and suspect, that when Golden Boy has his ...I hope, and suspect, that when Golden Boy has his own kids he will have an epiphany. I hope it doesn't take that long but it might. Boys are kinda slow...<br />In an effort to make you laugh, I present this: http://www.buzzfeed.com/aj8/19-jokes-only-grammar-nerds-will-understand-cfe3<br />It's not President Boy with his corn dogs but it's pretty good.Mocadeauxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16151014508656606795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742202280973813643.post-72381882713655956732014-01-12T20:29:50.287-05:002014-01-12T20:29:50.287-05:00Sending you love and light.
Take care of yourself~...Sending you love and light.<br />Take care of yourself~<br /><br />XOXOSheilahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07060104462984070700noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742202280973813643.post-63850860982918697742014-01-12T19:01:26.904-05:002014-01-12T19:01:26.904-05:00You know Vodka, I do not think our children any di...You know Vodka, I do not think our children any different than we were. Can't you remember probably doing something like this to your mom or dad? I can sorta understand (not really because I am not living it) how these little things are much harder , because you do not have him everyday. I don't think we ever appreciate our parents until we have our own children, .Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09151572091179634640noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742202280973813643.post-33013623955665379742014-01-12T18:13:55.599-05:002014-01-12T18:13:55.599-05:00Oh sweetie - sending you hugs. I think when he...Oh sweetie - sending you hugs. I think when he's older he will appreciate the gift you've given.Gigihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05467164195744234746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742202280973813643.post-78672884887649126392014-01-12T16:48:49.324-05:002014-01-12T16:48:49.324-05:00Big sigh. If it's any consolation-- I have s...Big sigh. If it's any consolation-- I have several friends with teenage boys who barely speak more than a grunt to their parents. I'm hoping beyond hope that as Golden Boy matures he'll see very clearly the gigantic gift you gave him and he'll start giving back too.<br />Time, VM, time.<br />xoxoxoxo jjJoanna Jenkinshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10836376588710862173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742202280973813643.post-7657004813509832912014-01-12T15:41:30.592-05:002014-01-12T15:41:30.592-05:00I have been in a similar but different situation. ...I have been in a similar but different situation. I really feel your pain. Part of me wants to be happy for those moments you have with your boy and part of me wants to slap him and tell him to be more respectful of his mother. You are much deserving of some time with him where you are not providing him with a service. I've raised teenagers and know how selfish, awkward and un caring they can be. I also think you get treated the way you allow yourself to. I mean that with no dis-respect to you. This boy who breaks your heart has a heart of his own and he is not too young to be able to look into his heart and treat you better. That said, I am sure there is/are 1 million aspects to this I in no way understand and I am sure he is doing the best he can. I guess I am just mad at him for you.Razmatazhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02757164543598076420noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742202280973813643.post-13464346540231554462014-01-12T15:34:52.954-05:002014-01-12T15:34:52.954-05:00Holding you up, D.Holding you up, D.Shttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05602868040771218507noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742202280973813643.post-88507403422971902722014-01-12T12:27:04.232-05:002014-01-12T12:27:04.232-05:00Every time I see you, you have a smile and a hug f...Every time I see you, you have a smile and a hug for me. You have such spirit and such a warm and loving heart that is must be apparent to a teenage boy, who for whatever reasons has chosen to live with his dad. I pray for your light of love for others to continue to shine, and that one day, he might TELL you he knows it's there. (He is, after all, a teenage boy, who on average use about 10 words a week with their parents--says the mom of three boys....)Linda M.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4742202280973813643.post-51657706764155957322014-01-12T12:20:53.034-05:002014-01-12T12:20:53.034-05:00As someone who walked in the same shoes you are I ...As someone who walked in the same shoes you are I can promise that it does change. I too felt those same feelings, wondered how I could really call myself a Mom when I wasn't there for every moment. I finally quit beating myself up after several counseling sessions and kept repeating "I did the best I could at the time" and focused on the brief moments.<br /><br />He was 14 when his Father and I split and now at 24 although he is out living his life he calls me regularly to talk. Just yesterday as he called me to discuss a problem he said "i can always talk to you and you never judge (like Dad) and you listen and give solid advice - you have always been that way for me Mom" - and that is what heals my heart. To know yes, you can parent even if they don't spend every day with them and their little moments.<br /><br />Sending hugs<br />@OhItsThatLauraLaurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08380927301157644271noreply@blogger.com