tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630747486544792440.post4460065288700480017..comments2023-11-02T08:05:13.577-07:00Comments on by the hair of my chinny chin chin: remember: i love you 9-11 and 3436in time outhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05182919583083167454noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630747486544792440.post-82629755020683620972009-09-13T19:16:20.790-07:002009-09-13T19:16:20.790-07:00Being a parent is SO HARD sometimes. We know we a...Being a parent is SO HARD sometimes. We know we are doing the best we can, but we can always do better (I am certainly included in this). Good luck to you!Erinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16913479841360204974noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630747486544792440.post-3811392788446793582009-09-12T05:26:30.217-07:002009-09-12T05:26:30.217-07:00We all have days and moments like this, I think. ...We all have days and moments like this, I think. At least I do, for sure. I recognize that feeling well of the frustration/adrenalin making me immune to sympathy. I'm always grateful for perspective like the story you shared to help me soften up again. I think they are gifts because I feel incapable of doing it myself.Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11050630762421604324noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630747486544792440.post-7780328306542527302009-09-11T23:03:53.106-07:002009-09-11T23:03:53.106-07:00There must have been something in the air today be...There must have been something in the air today because I was at the end of my patience rope today too. Then, when my sons give me big hugs and cry as I'm getting ready to leave for work, I can't help but feel that I've been the bad guy. When I come home, hugs again and happy faces to see me. Somehow, even thought it is hard to have patience, I manage and just have to overlook those times when they are most annoying. Kids are hard at times and they are definitely teaching me tons of patience. It is a daily struggle to keep my temper in check. What can I say, I'm a work in progress, and every day is a new day to start over and do better.wisthrophttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05486374482123089776noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630747486544792440.post-72761204636453814242009-09-11T09:26:10.501-07:002009-09-11T09:26:10.501-07:00thanks for honesty and directionthanks for honesty and directionLeShelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08020057622809559862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630747486544792440.post-19468345804998034232009-09-11T09:16:31.026-07:002009-09-11T09:16:31.026-07:00What a beautiful post. And since actions do speak...What a beautiful post. And since actions do speak louder than words, what if this were the last day we had to give and serve and love our families. Would we do it differently? It's really hard to live each day like it could be our last. But the closer we get to living this way the happier we will be despite all the struggles.Heatherlynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09355263068372248035noreply@blogger.com