tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390236678783638686.post1579659805677016966..comments2023-11-22T11:30:17.400-06:00Comments on Seeking Sanity: LessonsKathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14339665205284492242noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390236678783638686.post-80999195325500460252013-03-18T12:20:18.061-05:002013-03-18T12:20:18.061-05:00The girls have never had a sleep over at a friends...The girls have never had a sleep over at a friends but they do go to grandmas house and stay for two weeks. its hard on me. Reading this makes me miss them terribly today. I miss hearing them fight over stuff and then come to me to complain. Or voice mails saying someone did something when i am at work. nbrsspot.blogspot.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04965501277659260648noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390236678783638686.post-58416168497800286822013-03-13T21:26:30.006-05:002013-03-13T21:26:30.006-05:00Oh, I don't think I will ever let them do a sl...Oh, I don't think I will ever let them do a sleepover...I want to be that house that everybody comes over to..think that's possible?Krystyn @ Really, Are You Serious?https://www.blogger.com/profile/02910477558968993067noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390236678783638686.post-77468198248245269152013-03-13T09:27:47.397-05:002013-03-13T09:27:47.397-05:00Oh my goodness I can just imagine how you felt. My...Oh my goodness I can just imagine how you felt. My kids haven't spent the night out with anyone but family. No friend's sleepovers yet. I am sure I will have a heart attack when they do. I always worry even when they are with family.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04040682547740638935noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390236678783638686.post-85940353693358307012013-03-12T19:39:42.812-05:002013-03-12T19:39:42.812-05:00Your posting reminds me of my anxious, lonely and ...Your posting reminds me of my anxious, lonely and a bit proud feeling when my daughter left for the United States to study, which must have been the exact same feeling of my late mom when I left for the US to study about 40 years ago. Time always passes at the same pace whatever we experience and any mother all over the world feel the same way as you experienced when their children spread their wings...middle-angelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09091795078915550991noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390236678783638686.post-83137590239356447272013-03-11T23:01:38.591-05:002013-03-11T23:01:38.591-05:00It is such an exciting and simultaneously heartbre...It is such an exciting and simultaneously heartbreaking time of firsts. Losing teeth, sleepovers, school accomplishments, etc. So wonderful to see, but so hard to let go. Sam spends a week with his grandparents in summer, and as much as it makes life a bit easier on this end, I HATE to see him go and really struggle with not having him here. It's hard to put the love and connection we have with our kids into words, isn't it? But you have a special ability to put your thoughts into words that we can relate to so well. Wisconsin Girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02126902969299740691noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390236678783638686.post-76964186511760664932013-03-11T18:26:14.086-05:002013-03-11T18:26:14.086-05:00I'm sure I will feel the SAME way when it'...I'm sure I will feel the SAME way when it' time for our first sleepover!<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390236678783638686.post-83080306099938419942013-03-11T16:57:13.702-05:002013-03-11T16:57:13.702-05:00Those are SUCH big moments for kids! (and moms)Those are SUCH big moments for kids! (and moms)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390236678783638686.post-80170207771139717862013-03-11T14:33:08.349-05:002013-03-11T14:33:08.349-05:00Oh yes, that's a big milestone! I'm happy...Oh yes, that's a big milestone! I'm happy that it went well. You write so beautifully. dawn klingehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10068232686648964979noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390236678783638686.post-40636371659642716742013-03-11T10:51:07.431-05:002013-03-11T10:51:07.431-05:00Thanks for making me cry!
;)Thanks for making me cry!<br /><br />;)Bijouxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05788630004051883635noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390236678783638686.post-35167771491198754712013-03-11T03:26:21.446-05:002013-03-11T03:26:21.446-05:00Hey from SA :) the bitter - sweet of motherhood......Hey from SA :) the bitter - sweet of motherhood... lovely post Kat Charmainehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05286839042477523553noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390236678783638686.post-28345714724959667632013-03-10T21:37:58.397-05:002013-03-10T21:37:58.397-05:00I love this post.
I am still adjusting to the fact...I love this post.<br />I am still adjusting to the fact that my middle child (oldest daughter) has friends who drive, rides around with them, and will herself be driving soon. It just doesn't seem possible.Cyndy Bushhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12617354883122757511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390236678783638686.post-63091880049862132642013-03-10T20:10:58.770-05:002013-03-10T20:10:58.770-05:00Beautiful Kat. He's a lucky boy to have such ...Beautiful Kat. He's a lucky boy to have such a loving family.Mom24https://www.blogger.com/profile/00061152728345287775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390236678783638686.post-61077443688037630092013-03-10T17:32:07.571-05:002013-03-10T17:32:07.571-05:00let me tell you from experience it is a very weird...let me tell you from experience it is a very weird feeling when they do leave the nest either for college or for moving out. but when they choose to return for a visit it's a very sweet sensation.limehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17259558876349307173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7390236678783638686.post-45493039458388705712013-03-10T15:00:45.346-05:002013-03-10T15:00:45.346-05:00They grow up too quick sometimes :) Glad he had a ...They grow up too quick sometimes :) Glad he had a good time - and you all survived his absence. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com