tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075858460867483977.post7202530475370404109..comments2023-10-19T13:55:22.556+01:00Comments on my fascinating life: Hard ThanksClaudiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09352341442556433375noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075858460867483977.post-10111869842298804532013-12-02T01:34:35.521+00:002013-12-02T01:34:35.521+00:00Oh, so scary, Claudia! In the midst of my fretting...Oh, so scary, Claudia! In the midst of my fretting about school, this story is a reminder that I have so MUCH to be thankful for and so much I take for granted. I'll be praying for you, Jay, Pink, and Blue as you begin to think about all those possible upcoming school meetings you mentioned. Hillaryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05986655550436264234noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075858460867483977.post-68409820872694691272013-11-17T22:13:07.699+00:002013-11-17T22:13:07.699+00:00Better that you make an impression on them than a ...Better that you make an impression on them than a car. This is why yelling as the main parenting technique is a very bad idea. Okay, there are other reasons, but let me tell you, when you YELL, it needs to be a huge shock. It needs to make an indelible impression. A big whew that everyone (and the pony ball) is okay. kareydkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16411246173777986984noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075858460867483977.post-54265461039346803762013-11-13T16:57:26.217+00:002013-11-13T16:57:26.217+00:00about that first bit that you're not ready to ...about that first bit that you're not ready to write about...I understand. No judgement here. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075858460867483977.post-71982586732628924482013-11-13T02:52:04.863+00:002013-11-13T02:52:04.863+00:00How awful, awful, awful. My kids have also run, si...How awful, awful, awful. My kids have also run, simultaneously, into the road. I was not gentle in catching them.Khttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01649845469609235886noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075858460867483977.post-72276069145932696482013-11-12T04:22:57.418+00:002013-11-12T04:22:57.418+00:00My daughter had a "phase" (about 3years)...My daughter had a "phase" (about 3years) where she would run towards moving cars in the street or parking lot and I would FREAK OUT. A few times I didn't notice she had run off (groceries, etc) and she never once got near a car. It was only if I was watching that she would get close. That's not your situation, but I understand that pure, total panic!The Accidental Mommyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00409271721074309249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075858460867483977.post-31457006142254240252013-11-12T03:53:27.365+00:002013-11-12T03:53:27.365+00:00Your story made my blood run cold--I've had a ...Your story made my blood run cold--I've had a similar experience and spent many a night lying in bed freaking out about how it could all have gone so much more wrong. I'm so glad all three of you are ok.Cory and Mollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11630337123915433469noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075858460867483977.post-64269354233788180112013-11-12T02:48:59.016+00:002013-11-12T02:48:59.016+00:00We've had to accept that same truth with our o...We've had to accept that same truth with our oldest and it's awful and terrifying and overwhelming and exhausting all rolled into one. I feel for you.Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07781777966873779828noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075858460867483977.post-85297968673826689462013-11-11T21:52:34.850+00:002013-11-11T21:52:34.850+00:00I cried reading this, because I know. About what y...I cried reading this, because I know. About what you wrote before the aerial shot of the scene of your terror and after it. And both are so hard. I would never say that it will all be okay, because what does that even mean anymore? What version of okay would I even be talking about? So instead I'll say that when things are hard, cheese fries make it better. I know this for a fact. For truly serious cases, I recommend chili cheese fries, accompanied by a chocolate shake.Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09098391747911095350noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075858460867483977.post-45011879593040397552013-11-11T21:33:07.351+00:002013-11-11T21:33:07.351+00:00My kids are awful, too. I think I mean "awe-...My kids are awful, too. I think I mean "awe-ful." It's awe where they take you with your heart in tow. Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18024229630052292112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075858460867483977.post-15020373870120885702013-11-11T21:26:49.445+00:002013-11-11T21:26:49.445+00:00God my heart stopped reading that story. Wicked fl...God my heart stopped reading that story. Wicked flashbacks.<br /><br />the thing you started to say at the beginning? Reminds me of things I read in Far From The Tree by Andrew Soloman. If you haven't read it, now might be a good time.<br /><br />hugs.Casa Bicicletahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01877164617383384452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075858460867483977.post-59292487186869922192013-11-11T18:53:51.979+00:002013-11-11T18:53:51.979+00:00Yup - I have been in the same place - probably eve...Yup - I have been in the same place - probably every parent has had this moment. They are the ones that wake you in the middle of the night thinking about what could have happened. Got to say that it was after my child ran into the road that I hit my child for the first and only time. Not proud of it but just absolutely wanted her to remember this event as a huge thing. And when I say hit - it was a smack on the bottom not anything more. But still not a happy experience for either of us. I know that you say that you think that Blue would do it again but I am hoping that they will both remember the time you ran into the road and everyone was crying - so that they won't do it again. My kids remember every time that I have cried in front of them - it is not a normal event so whatever triggers it becomes huge in their minds. Hoping that yours have the same reaction to your crying.maggie khttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15913135277975855352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075858460867483977.post-47126329815741329522013-11-11T18:32:00.752+00:002013-11-11T18:32:00.752+00:00Yes. Yell. Yell a lot and bare your fangs like a...Yes. Yell. Yell a lot and bare your fangs like a mama bear. Absolutely appropriate. <br /><br />Did I ever tell you about the time the 2 year-old in the building across from me somehow slid out of his apartment unnoticed and, crying for his dad who had just left for work, started toddling down the parking lot toward the street - a street that is one short block from the onramp to a 6-lane highway? And no one noticed and he toddled some more and finally I was like, %$#@!!!!" and sprinting downstairs and trying to stop this terrified child without terrifying him even more and wondering how I could pick him up and carry him to the management office without scarring him for life or getting myself arrested when - miracle! - his father pulled back into the parking lot and swooped him up. I saw that look on his father's face - probably the one you were wearing. <br /><br />Very glad he is okay, and you are okay. And the pony ball, too, for that matter.<br /><br />xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo<br />AimStyleSpyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09032983147859861793noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075858460867483977.post-25080917535320233422013-11-11T17:55:07.462+00:002013-11-11T17:55:07.462+00:00I'm so glad you got to him in time - mother ad...I'm so glad you got to him in time - mother adrenaline and God!!!<br /><br />that day when Connor ran into the street I swear my heart stopped. I CRIED AND CRIED afterwards.<br /><br />ready to talk more when you're ready to write about the other hard thing that shall remain nameless for now.<br /><br />XXXMarcia (123 blog)https://www.blogger.com/profile/15581613927187600748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075858460867483977.post-20438809282827434732013-11-11T17:26:21.365+00:002013-11-11T17:26:21.365+00:00Thank god you got there. And I think yelling s fin...Thank god you got there. And I think yelling s fine. Love ya. Sianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07628983389051018307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075858460867483977.post-52897642541429298732013-11-11T17:26:11.082+00:002013-11-11T17:26:11.082+00:00This comment has been removed by the author.Sianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07628983389051018307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2075858460867483977.post-90427654035908221702013-11-11T16:30:17.694+00:002013-11-11T16:30:17.694+00:00Oh man...this brought tears to my eyes and a heavi...Oh man...this brought tears to my eyes and a heaving almost-sob to my chest just to read about! It's just... terrifying, to think about how quickly things could change. So glad that you were able to stop Blue in time. I would have yelled my head off in that situation too!!Joshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13423295019681051881noreply@blogger.com