Comments on: and the stars look very different today

By: mo-wo

mo-wo — Sat, 27 Dec 2008 19:56:37 +0000

This is so awesome. My mother passed on the gem last year that mothering is an antidote to confidence. It’s just not a part of the business. Keep meaning to blog about that…

Hope you all had a very Merry Christmas and reasonable amounts of power…

Love from the ‘wo’s

By: lisa b

lisa b — Thu, 18 Dec 2008 04:39:31 +0000

I love this bon.

By: Misty

Misty — Wed, 17 Dec 2008 13:03:49 +0000

I really really love this.

Really really.

By: Lori

Lori — Tue, 16 Dec 2008 16:49:35 +0000

And what is one of the last things I ask each of my boys before they leave in the morning? “Did you brush your teeth?” And considering their bizarre willingness to frequently forego oral hygiene, I can hear myself asking that same question for years to come.

This was lovely and a fitting tribute to all mothers, then and now, doing the best they can.

By: flutter

flutter — Tue, 16 Dec 2008 07:44:31 +0000

You, Bon, breathtaking

By: Oh, The Joys

Oh, The Joys — Tue, 16 Dec 2008 03:01:48 +0000

this is what I’ve been trying to find a way to say. so nicely done, my friend.

By: woman in a window

woman in a window — Tue, 16 Dec 2008 02:46:34 +0000

Sweet! With a hint of spearmint.

I get this. I totally do – now. Only recently with my daughter as I look at her and wonder why it is I don’t understand and don’t always appreciate enough. But then when I give myself that moment to say, she is of you but only that first step and with little meetings along the way. I so get this.

By: Lindsey

Lindsey — Tue, 16 Dec 2008 01:22:27 +0000

You are such a wonderful writer.

By: Mary-LUE

Mary-LUE — Tue, 16 Dec 2008 01:07:39 +0000

Oh my… Thanks for writing this. I’m going to print it out and save it for my son to read in a few years!

My own relationship with my mother is bittersweet… emphasis on the bitter. Still, I can look back and understand more and more her perspective as she raised us.

By: Robin

Robin — Mon, 15 Dec 2008 22:04:25 +0000

I was just reading The Runaway Bunny the other day and I choked up when the mama bunny says, “if you become a bird and fly away, I’ll become the tree you fly home to.”

*sigh*

It just gets harder and more beautiful. Love this post, the ache of your realization.