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The Perfect Post: Paradox of Parental Love


A month ago, Gwen at Woman on the Verge wrote a post for the Hump Day Hmm topic "Things we need to learn over and over."

Her description of the parental paradox of love was brilliant, moving and bittersweet. It described perfectly what I think all of us feel at some point.

There is the overwhelming love we have for our children, and then there is how we feel in any given moment.

You can (and may I suggest you should) read it here.

You can check out the rest of the Perfect Posts at Lindsay's or Kimberly's.

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S said…
I am off to read it.
January 3, 2008 at 10:05 AM
flutter said…
beautiful suggestion, Julie.
January 3, 2008 at 10:10 AM
Michele said…
Wow, that really was beautiful. I was just thinking yesterday about how my 18 month daughter has gotten so big I can barely lift her over the crib anymore. And it seemed to happen overnight. The story is a good reminder to cherish the little stuff. Thanks for letting us know about it.
January 3, 2008 at 10:11 AM
Mad said…
Oh, I am so glad you nominated Gwen. I wanted to nominate her holiday letter but then noticed it was posted November 30th.
January 3, 2008 at 11:27 AM
Unknown said…
Bummer I am not in the area to meet up with fellow bloggers, but with all the other writing you do, are you planing to head to NYC for the AWP Conference at the end of the month?
January 3, 2008 at 2:27 PM
Gwen said…
Aww, thanks, Julie, really.

(and Mad, I could do you a solid and change that post date to ummmm .... Jan. 2nd 2008. How's that for being obliging? :) )
January 3, 2008 at 9:15 PM
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