tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post8126315230982203520..comments2023-09-29T06:00:09.242-05:00Comments on Julie Pippert: Using My Words: Dear Kids...I'm so sorry I yelledJulie Pipperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03169574697104642479noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-2057261296006863742007-04-05T23:24:00.000-05:002007-04-05T23:24:00.000-05:00Kate, yes, thanks. And, I think I've noted or or t...Kate, yes, thanks. And, I think I've noted or or two similar characteristics between Dotter and Patience. So I fully believe you.<BR/><BR/>***************************************<BR/><BR/>M-L, LOL, no organization. Oy. I watch decluttering shows for fun. No worries about the rest. Hang on, let me erase the line through your name in the book...<BR/><BR/>Just kidding. :)<BR/><BR/>Thanks for understanding. I live in hope that it all evens out. Or they decide I'm crazy. Who knows. LOL<BR/><BR/>***********************************<BR/><BR/>Roz, you are terrific. Thanks for all those wonderful points and insights, reassurance and understanding.<BR/><BR/>****************************************<BR/><BR/>Mrs. Chicky, AMEN.<BR/><BR/>***************************************<BR/><BR/>Atypical, OMG yes that's it: two arms, but attached to same body! And I promise my kids are NEVER both within arms reach.<BR/><BR/>**********************************<BR/><BR/>Chani, from your lips to my kids' ears.<BR/><BR/>*************************************<BR/><BR/>Boogiemum, thanks, and I'm so glad. <BR/><BR/>**************************************<BR/><BR/>Mama sarita, thanks! I try to reassure myself that since I worry so much, it must mean I am actually a good mom. Right? LOL<BR/><BR/>******************************************<BR/><BR/>Jen, I think so, I hope so. And thanks, thanks for the kind words.<BR/><BR/>******************************************<BR/><BR/>Alice, thanks!<BR/><BR/>****************************************<BR/><BR/>Mad, that's it exactly. Pithily put.<BR/><BR/>**************************************<BR/><BR/>The Atavist, I think so? I hope so! I'll let you know if 15, 20, 25, 30 years. LOL<BR/><BR/>Oh you mean from my POV? Of course!<BR/><BR/>****************************************<BR/><BR/>Gwen, yes, probably good enough if you average it all out, LOL. But in some moments? Just give me a cat o nine and a hair shirt. And yes, hopefully they recall it evenly, for their own benefit.<BR/><BR/>*****************************************<BR/><BR/>Bones, OMG LOL. Like lemmings in baby gap.<BR/><BR/>Except...I admit it. My husband is a hottie. Really. It's pretty widely agreed he's very handsome. How easy for me to be so blithe while married to a good looking one LOL. So my children are scary smart and scary beautiful. <BR/><BR/>But even scarier, they are wicked creative.<BR/><BR/>I fear for the future. What am I saying? I fear for the present!<BR/><BR/>I'm always very happy for them. Every thing that challenges me if awesome for them as independent people.<BR/><BR/>Luckily I already knew it is entirely possible to be very happy for someone else while very sorry for yourself. LOL<BR/><BR/>********************************************<BR/><BR/>Kyla, for me it is if my condition is flaring up and I'm in a lot of pain or overtired. I have no coffee fix. But I can totally get it. My husband needs his java all morning. Do not mess with the coffee ritual.<BR/><BR/>*******************************************<BR/><BR/>Thanks all!Julie Pipperthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03169574697104642479noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-71143092105496212942007-04-05T19:07:00.000-05:002007-04-05T19:07:00.000-05:00I think we all feel this way at times. I know I do...I think we all feel this way at times. I know I do. And multply it by 200 if I haven't had time for my morning coffee. Everything goes wrong on a no-coffee morning.Kylahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03311014761113076785noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-51641517766950461712007-04-05T13:34:00.000-05:002007-04-05T13:34:00.000-05:00Now see! If you had picked your mate based entirel...Now see! If you had picked your mate based entirely on looks, rather than on intelligence, your kids would not be so freaking smart and creative, and they'd jsut go with the program you laid out for them. Like Lemmings, only with baby-gap clothes.<BR/><BR/>Be happy for every single twist and turn they throw in front of you, because its a sure sign of their creativity, intelligence, and demand to know more about their worlds.Boneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16504810076352510226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-81701868208247727412007-04-05T13:33:00.000-05:002007-04-05T13:33:00.000-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.Boneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16504810076352510226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-19054119615113396092007-04-05T13:29:00.000-05:002007-04-05T13:29:00.000-05:00Well, honestly, hopefully your children remember a...Well, honestly, hopefully your children remember all of who you are as a mother, even the less than perfect parts, so that when or if they are mothers themselves, they will remember that perfection isn't the goal: being good enough is.<BR/><BR/>And you are you know, good enough. Yes you are.Gwenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12526629366170486737noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-18222477022263278622007-04-05T13:14:00.000-05:002007-04-05T13:14:00.000-05:00Boy! Did this bring back a memory or two! It doe...Boy! Did this bring back a memory or two! It does pay off in the end, though, doesn't it?The Atavisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12529157597486952484noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-48085644085210652842007-04-05T11:58:00.000-05:002007-04-05T11:58:00.000-05:00If there were no schedules, no roads, and no fence...If there were no schedules, no roads, and no fences I would be the perfect mother. The world was made for adults. Small children must get shoe-horned in somehow.Madhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13416585771017767796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-68359498178085278072007-04-05T10:50:00.000-05:002007-04-05T10:50:00.000-05:00You have captured the quandary of all mothers perf...You have captured the quandary of all mothers perfectly!Alicehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17178856498578993133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-12923407965600524432007-04-04T20:55:00.000-05:002007-04-04T20:55:00.000-05:00oh friend. first, i have no idea how anyone manag...oh friend. first, i have no idea how anyone manages more than one kid. hat's off.<BR/><BR/>second..you are such a wonderful mom. it comes through in all of your writing, your intent, your love, your sense of humor. <BR/><BR/>i keep reminding myself that the perfect woman didn't come and take over when i had M. I just became me, with a kid. And every day i do the best i can. Some days are really good. Some days are not.<BR/><BR/>It's the sum, friend.Girlplustwohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07056576921114387218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-6739374005605840042007-04-04T20:16:00.000-05:002007-04-04T20:16:00.000-05:00wow....what a beautiful blog. You have put into w...wow....what a beautiful blog. You have put into words the conflict I live with on, at least a weekly basis. What if they don't remember tender mommy but remember freaking out mommy? I think about that too much probably. <BR/><BR/>I am really enjoying your blog!Mama Saritahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17585263802271835586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-72009725104657091032007-04-04T18:34:00.000-05:002007-04-04T18:34:00.000-05:00This was an excellent post. It really touched me,...This was an excellent post. It really touched me, as it describes my struggles and thoughts perfectly. I am always rushing here and there yanking my little ones along who would rather enjoy the birds they see. It really tears me up when I realize I get in those modes. Thank you for sharing this today, it really was what I needed to read!boogiemumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04889224835088283415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-34985278348444177672007-04-04T17:58:00.000-05:002007-04-04T17:58:00.000-05:00I suspect children come to us with a special grace...I suspect children come to us with a special grace and easy forgiveness so they can grow up with their often very human parents. :)<BR/><BR/><BR/>Peace,<BR/><BR/>~Chanithailandchanihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10171731740204067889noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-66343329139977207582007-04-04T13:19:00.000-05:002007-04-04T13:19:00.000-05:00Oh do I understand all of the various emotions in ...Oh do I understand all of the various emotions in this post! I suppose another aspect of the whole scenario that makes it hard to juggle is the fact that, as a mommy, although you have two arms, they are attached to the same body. Having the little ones dallying about in opposite directions is always worse when then body isn't wide enough to catch both of them at once. :)<BR/><BR/>I have discovered through the years that my inner beast is the most likely to surface when I feel like I have not allowed enough time to accomidate all of the possible distractions along the way. I always feel like I am denying my nature when I kick into "move it!" mode, yet somehow never factor in enough time for it. I have no doubt that some of this is due to the fact that all children feel compelled to rebel in small ways. ;)<BR/><BR/>side note: Mary - glad to see that you are alive and well!<BR/><BR/>-tatypicalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09332618564238120593noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-41870588334195544352007-04-04T12:39:00.000-05:002007-04-04T12:39:00.000-05:00My worst days are the ones where we have to be som...My worst days are the ones where we have to be somewhere at a certain time. Those are the mornings that my child just seems to know we need to rush and then does everything in her power to stop me from getting her out of the house on time. I've been ashamed of my words and behavior in these situations on more than one occasion.Chicky Chicky Babyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18056206889322232109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-64991869347566142282007-04-04T10:52:00.000-05:002007-04-04T10:52:00.000-05:00This, Julie, made me cry. I'm sitting here, in my...This, Julie, made me cry. I'm sitting here, in my office, crying. Also listening to Paul Simon's "Father and Daughter". <BR/><BR/>It has this line about following your intuition. And about "watching your star shine".<BR/><BR/>I think parenting, so much of the time, is intuition. What about a 2, 3 or 5 year old says organization at all? :) I, who am a perfectionist, let loose with my child. I think, largely, because I was a wild thing growing up. When I wasn't in school or at practice or doing chores I was running through the hills with my hair flying freely and with no regard to schedule.<BR/><BR/>We all have rough times. We all skid. We're, at my house, just coming out of a skid. One that involved much yelling on my end and much crocodile tears on my daughter's end. Here's what I figured out about myself: I expect my daughter to act with reason. A 3-year-old act with reason! When I realized this I snorted for a good thirty minutes. Half of my life I've acted outside reason ... how can I expect her ... who is three ... to be reasonable? <BR/><BR/>I step outside myself, when I can, with my daughter. Sundays tend to be no pants days in my house. No hairbrushing. Eating snacks on the couch (a no-no) or drinking lots of chocolate milk and dancing like crazy.<BR/><BR/>Every mother has the yelling moments. I don't think kids remember that. For the most part. What I remember from growing up was watching kung fu movies, storytime with mom, eating too many cookies. The only times I really remember being yelled at were when I was doing something stupid. Like attempting to jump off a shed to see if I could fly. (Don't ask.)<BR/><BR/>Here's the thing: You want answers, but there are none. We, as humans, are constantly learning, evolving. Striving to be better today than we were yesterday. Nothing is stagnate. It's all fluid. What fun would life be, really, if everything fit together neatly in some pretty jigsaw. There will always, and forever, be missing pieces. It's how we deal with the missing pieces that I think defines us as humans, as mothers.<BR/><BR/>You have two bright, bright children. Two children who are going to give you one long run for your money. I'm sure there will be more yelling. But they are going to remember you as you are. Eternally. Not as you are momentarily. They're going to rememember the mother who let them run wild when they could. Who let them wear PJs all day.<BR/><BR/>Parenting, a lot of the time, sucks. I have days I just want to escape. Days when, as I said, I expect reason. Those are the worst days, by far. But each day is a new day. A new beginning, middle and end.<BR/><BR/>Day to day, baby. That's how I try to do things.kalirozhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10413769558136831135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-90950915730599880542007-04-04T09:56:00.000-05:002007-04-04T09:56:00.000-05:00Except for my not having a need for organization (...Except for my not having a need for organization (I <I>am</I> an ENFP, after all), I relate to this post very much, Julie. So much. I was just wondering the other day if the kids will remember anything good about me or just the raving lunatic who surfaces about once a day.<BR/><BR/>P.S. I had an unexpected trip out of town and the internet connection in my hotel room didn't work. GASP! I now know for certain that I am completely addicted to the blogosphere. All this schedule update to say that I haven't had a chance to read your interview yet. I will do that later today.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10270726693980247861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13083972.post-79612364580756028572007-04-04T00:08:00.000-05:002007-04-04T00:08:00.000-05:00I am Dr. Jekyll and Mommy Hyde sometimes. The she...I am Dr. Jekyll and Mommy Hyde sometimes. The sheer frustration level can send me into shrill conniptions at the speed of lightning. I hate myself then, for being such a mean, nasty person.<BR/><BR/>Buuut...dammit, why the heck can't a 5-year-old actually SIT in the booster seat when asked, and pull her damned seat belt out, and buckle herself in??? Oy!<BR/><BR/>Anyway, mostly just nodding my head & rolling my eyes in agreement here.Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14451570982559110521noreply@blogger.com