tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434022034164222580.post4256827226886809375..comments2023-06-16T08:38:30.871-05:00Comments on Ordinary Miracles of Life: Mother's Day ~ Something to Think AboutWendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04473567562285885265noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434022034164222580.post-85176183387850388102013-05-14T15:33:52.271-05:002013-05-14T15:33:52.271-05:00Wow, I can't believe that for all these years ...Wow, I can't believe that for all these years I've used the blog platform to converse and debate and chat about one topic or another.<br /><br />So, my bad for offering my own opinion about how Mother's Day should be spent in my own home. Thanks for popping in to set me straight that contrary opinion is unwelcome.<br /><br />Have a great day :)Jennifer Juniperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07087072033452320694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434022034164222580.post-78920112398408749252013-05-14T11:52:25.151-05:002013-05-14T11:52:25.151-05:00I say we all just worry about ourselves and let ot...I say we all just worry about ourselves and let other moms find humor in what they want, laugh how they want, and love how they want...not how we think they should. Support each other. Enough with the critiquing others. One thing I learned the second I became a mom was not to judge others unless they are hitting or abusing their kids. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434022034164222580.post-34974870835280019532013-05-13T07:47:16.216-05:002013-05-13T07:47:16.216-05:00Oh, and a brunch with girlfriends is great...but n...Oh, and a brunch with girlfriends is great...but not on mother's day IMOJennifer Juniperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07087072033452320694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434022034164222580.post-39630223672758019662013-05-13T07:45:43.557-05:002013-05-13T07:45:43.557-05:00I have always liked to spend Mother's Day with...I have always liked to spend Mother's Day with my kids but I know so many moms who like it to have a break from their kids (I think you and I have talked about this). What is the point of being a mom if you can't take this special day to revel in it??<br /><br />I'm sure she was joking, but imagine how sad her kids will be someday when they read this. Jokes are only funny if they don't hurt someone else, especially your kids. I've never found jokes at the expense of your kids funny.<br /><br />This all being said, with my birthday and Mother's Day falling within 3 days this year The Big Guy and I got into a HUGE argument this weekend over not doing something special for me this week. I didn't want a gift just plunked down, I just wanted them to choose a nice card and do something to show they loved and appreciated me.<br /><br />I was fine with explaining what I wanted until he said "well I didn't know you wanted to go out to dinner" and then I lost it. I said "I don't need anything, just a little break! I want you guys to do for me what I do for you 364 days of the year! And not because I ask, but because you love me and WANT to do something nice like make me dinner and do the dishes!"<br /><br />Everyone's face went "ohhhhhh...." It's so hard to try to explain that you want/need something without sounding greedy or selfish. I felt bad and I never even got into the "f-ing jewelry" or any of that!Jennifer Juniperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07087072033452320694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434022034164222580.post-21743114075894131542013-05-11T08:50:13.784-05:002013-05-11T08:50:13.784-05:00I read her post. I read your post. I read the co...I read her post. I read your post. I read the comment above mine. I guess my ending thought is words are powerful. I get where the other mom is coming from, we have all had days like that BUT how would she feel if her kids read that? Isn't part of our job as parents to show a glimpse of our heavenly fathers unconditional love (albeit inadequate)? I am not judging her as your commenter thinks, I am simply saying someone needs to give her a good, tight hug and then talk to her in love. Isn't that what good friends do? Not just agree with everything, but hold each other to better standards? Anyways, good food for thought on how we all can be better mothers and friends - and maybe be there for each other a bit more? Happy Mothers day my dear!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15179163940287149830noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434022034164222580.post-867237096384239852013-05-10T19:21:05.998-05:002013-05-10T19:21:05.998-05:00This post is a little mean. Personally, I dealt w...This post is a little mean. Personally, I dealt with infertility for years before conceiving my miracle little girl through IVF. I cherish her and her toddler and newborn baby brothers more than I can possibly begin to express. I take immeasurable joy in being their mom and I wouldn’t change one thing about my blessed, blessed life. However. I am exhausted. Pretty much 100% of the time. I delight in my children, but it’s OK that I don’t delight in changing dirty diapers, constantly, all day long. It’s OK that my two-year-old’s demand for independence in every aspect of life can wear on me after a while, and that I get frustrated with my six-year-old for leaving her clothes all over the floor no matter how many times I ask her to pick them up. It’s OK that while I love, love, love to hold my newborn boy, he is heavy, and sometimes I just want to put him down and go to sleep. I am not a bad parent because of this, and I don’t appreciate it when people make me feel as though I am. I read the Mother’s Day blog post, and I chuckled. The writer uses the F-bomb a little more than I would, but I so understand her craving for a kids-free brunch with girlfriends every once in a while. Moments like that feed our souls and give us energy to handle the day-to-day of motherhood, which does, even you have to admit, include quite a bit of drudgery (piles and piles of laundry, anyone?). Congratulations on having survived the stage of young-child life, where you no longer have diapers to change and can comfortably send your kids outside for a few minutes by themselves. I am not there yet, and while I wouldn’t wish this time away for anything, it is hard. Please don’t make me or my mom friends feel bad for feeling this way. We should be building each other up, not tearing each other down. Your friend who posted this article to her Facebook page: give her a break. She just wanted to send a smile to other moms in honor of their special day. She loves her kids as much as you love yours—I’m sure of it.rachellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00835105521420370003noreply@blogger.com