tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2861518104298318602.post2200674020574736446..comments2023-09-17T10:16:04.077-04:00Comments on Land of Bean: LostCaraBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2861518104298318602.post-76748577562857415192010-02-25T18:15:48.216-05:002010-02-25T18:15:48.216-05:00I think it truly takes becoming a parent to unders...I think it truly takes becoming a parent to understand what our parents went through and better understand them.Michellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05424336265089036857noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2861518104298318602.post-90768212668113498722010-02-24T15:59:58.365-05:002010-02-24T15:59:58.365-05:00AH yes. There is nothing like parenthood to kick ...AH yes. There is nothing like parenthood to kick me in the ass and finally GET my parents a bit more. It's unnerving the life lessons we learn as parents. I sometimes am scared at my daredevil child as well and yell. But it's because I am so scared for my child and I just want to protect her! <br /><br />Beautiful post...Babe in Babelandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17492994127366993720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2861518104298318602.post-77524851348362337662010-02-23T19:21:49.278-05:002010-02-23T19:21:49.278-05:00Wow.
I did this EXACT same thing when I was about ...Wow.<br />I did this EXACT same thing when I was about 7 years old. I was so engrossed in chit-chat with a new friend that I got on her bus and took it all the way to the END. That's when I sat there looking pretty foolish because I did not recognize the neighborhood, and the bus driver called my school to tell my mother where I was. She laughed about it, though. I was not lost for very long, and she had a chance to calm down before retrieving me.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2861518104298318602.post-8660937402951315742010-02-23T18:38:52.523-05:002010-02-23T18:38:52.523-05:00Many childhood moments become clear as we become t...Many childhood moments become clear as we become the mom. <br /><br />I counted 22 moves* prior to college (and ?? since). No wonder I have issues. <br /><br />*This is in no way to one-up you, just so you know Iiii KNOW.Kristihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11380438322647982553noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2861518104298318602.post-46644274383817522712010-02-23T14:39:09.489-05:002010-02-23T14:39:09.489-05:00Yup, that visceral response surfaces at least 2-3 ...Yup, that visceral response surfaces at least 2-3 times a day. <br /><br />Then my head wants to explode. <br /><br />12 moves? Yikes! I cannot even imagine how rough that was.Momisodeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06752015177628948631noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2861518104298318602.post-38148093453753898992010-02-23T12:24:00.722-05:002010-02-23T12:24:00.722-05:00This post gave me chills because in the circle of ...This post gave me chills because in the circle of life, I find myself saying or doing things that I swore I never would. I guess the truth is you don't know until you're there in the situation what you would do.Craving Savingshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14520843660079307139noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2861518104298318602.post-85566533998938180022010-02-22T20:05:27.097-05:002010-02-22T20:05:27.097-05:00I am of the belief that kids don't really beli...I am of the belief that kids don't really believe us when we say bad things can happen to them (pain, injury, death). They are, after all, invincible, dontchaknow? But they DO know that they should fear the wrath of Mommy and if that makes them get off at the right bus stop/look both ways/not run with sticks in their mouths? Then by all means; fear me. At least you'll still be alive.tracey.becker1@gmail.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09606831315390042198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2861518104298318602.post-12582954388947285912010-02-22T19:33:49.245-05:002010-02-22T19:33:49.245-05:00Great post. Being a parent definitely makes it all...Great post. Being a parent definitely makes it all come full circle.katienryanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17409718901629149232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2861518104298318602.post-39130336933651707592010-02-22T15:37:54.148-05:002010-02-22T15:37:54.148-05:00I love the way you capture this story. I remember...I love the way you capture this story. I remember shopping with my mom when I was little, and just hoping on an elevator...getting off who knows where. Wandering around. And then breaking a manequin. Yeah. Karma is getting the better of me!Keys to the Magic Travelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15634829064005032831noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2861518104298318602.post-33793579852176309122010-02-22T13:59:55.554-05:002010-02-22T13:59:55.554-05:00I know exactly what you mean. There were so many ...I know exactly what you mean. There were so many times that I didn't understand why my parents acted the way they did, but now that I'm a parent of 3, there have been a number of times when I haven't been able to find one of them and the panic that sets in is horrible. I have yelled more as a release of the adrenaline that's pumping through my veins.<br />Thanks for sharing your story.Melissahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03600383182524144171noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2861518104298318602.post-6715443457691364982010-02-22T13:46:51.394-05:002010-02-22T13:46:51.394-05:00Great post! It's a roller coaster ride of emo...Great post! It's a roller coaster ride of emotion, being a momma! <br />(p.s. There was an extra ticket to Bloggy Boot Camp....will be there!)LoveFeast Tablehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16401276625395223703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2861518104298318602.post-79212302690488514492010-02-22T10:47:36.217-05:002010-02-22T10:47:36.217-05:00Last year, my then 4 year old pulled his hand out ...Last year, my then 4 year old pulled his hand out of mine and ran out into the street, directly into the path of a woman driving while talking on her phone and not really paying attention. I screamed at the top of my lungs, yanked him back onto the sidewalk so hard I was worried I hurt his arm, and then screamed in his face. And then burst into hysterical tears.<br /><br />It happens to all of us. I felt terrible afterwards, and apologized to him and explained why it happened (IE, he scared the shit out of me.). Your post gives me hope that one day he'll get it.Kayrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15397302130308197831noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2861518104298318602.post-20455572286691408722010-02-22T09:39:30.930-05:002010-02-22T09:39:30.930-05:00Yes, it's funny how memories change after you ...Yes, it's funny how memories change after you become a mom, lol. I yell out of being scared too. Mine are all a bit older than Sophie, but I still yell out of scared-ness. <br /><br />And, as I tell my kids...they'll understand only when they themselves become a parent. <br /><br />A vicious cycle, lol.<br /><br />p.s. my parents divorced when I was about 5 also, how weird.sheilahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07183605567090197137noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2861518104298318602.post-40412370576479520212010-02-22T08:38:36.536-05:002010-02-22T08:38:36.536-05:00Isn't it strange to get this different perspec...Isn't it strange to get this different perspective on that painful memory?<br /><br />I think we have all had that same experience now that we are moms. Sure makes you look at your own momma in a different light, doesn't it?<br /><br />So, did you call her?Heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10916853180728593287noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2861518104298318602.post-78539788693155224372010-02-22T08:32:58.274-05:002010-02-22T08:32:58.274-05:00Being a parent, brings a whole new light to why ou...Being a parent, brings a whole new light to why our parents did the things that they did. It is an eye opening experience.Jenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10399156539354549499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2861518104298318602.post-73646681705974051522010-02-22T00:41:11.140-05:002010-02-22T00:41:11.140-05:00My mom lost me on an elevator once, when the doors...My mom lost me on an elevator once, when the doors shut too quickly. Only now, as a mother myself, do I understand the frightening mix of adrenaline and fear she felt that day. You picked the exact right word for it: visceral. We love and worry and scold and reach for our children viscerally, with every ounce of ourselves.Staciahttp://myfluffybunnies.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2861518104298318602.post-9562594194063075952010-02-21T23:04:56.057-05:002010-02-21T23:04:56.057-05:00Ahhh...you are learning little one :)
Yup...don&#...Ahhh...you are learning little one :)<br /><br />Yup...don't you love when life circles round and smacks you in the face. <br /><br />Life lessons.<br /><br />Parenting brings them a plenty.<br /><br />{{beautifully written}}Beckyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15013318136893279833noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2861518104298318602.post-79488918407204695542010-02-21T22:31:13.112-05:002010-02-21T22:31:13.112-05:00That story is so familiar. And isn't it amazi...That story is so familiar. And isn't it amazing how much better we understand our mothers now that we are mothers ourselves?Shelleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12752658464447522549noreply@blogger.com