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		<title>55. She Was Right All Along!</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[ESTABLISHING YOURSELF (a few details that help somemothers know what they have in common with you) I am 24 years old. I am married. I have 2 children, boys ages 2.5 years and 7.5 months. I stay home (for now, in the fall I go back to being a full-time student). I am not sure what class I qualify as. My parents are very educated, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=somemother.com&#038;blog=23378412&#038;post=722&#038;subd=somemotherdotcom&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong>ESTABLISHING YOURSELF (a few details that help <span style="color:#99cc00;">somemothers</span> know what they have in common with you)</strong></p>
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I am <span style="color:#008080;">24 years old.</span></strong></p>
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I am <span style="color:#008080;">married.</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong></strong><strong><br />
I have<span style="color:#008080;"> 2 children, boys ages 2.5 years and 7.5 months.</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong></strong><strong><br />
I <span style="color:#008080;">stay home (for now, in the fall I go back to being a full-time student).</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong></strong><strong><br />
I <span style="color:#008080;">am not sure what class I qualify as. My parents are very educated, but my husband and I don&#8217;t make a lot right now. I&#8217;ll go with middle.</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong></strong><strong><br />
I live <span style="color:#008080;">rural.</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong></strong><strong><br />
I<span style="color:#008080;"> own.</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong></strong><strong><br />
I completed <span style="color:#008080;">undergrad, and am now studying to become a registered nurse.</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong></strong><strong><br />
I am <span style="color:#008080;">straight.</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong></strong><strong><br />
Of note about my ethnicity and/or cultural background: <span style="color:#008080;">My dad&#8217;s side of the family is English and came over on the Mayflower. My mom&#8217;s side is mostly Irish immigrants!</span></strong></p>
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<p>NOW, TWENTY QUESTIONS ABOUT YOU</p>
<ol>
<li><strong>The most significant aspect of my upbringing. </strong><span style="color:#008080;">I&#8217;m the oldest of six children and was homeschooled until 7th grade. Although I complained then, I&#8217;ve decided I want to do the same for my children and have our lives based on family.<br />
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<li><strong>My best advice to mothers about to enter the stage of child rearing that I just went through. </strong><span style="color:#008080;">Two under two! It&#8217;s been wild, but I love watching my boys play together. My advice is just to roll with the punches &#8211; don&#8217;t make plans or flower arrangements, and for God&#8217;s sake, no glass coffee tables.<br />
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<li><strong>Something that concerns me about my children. </strong><span style="color:#008080;">The state of our world. Young men, especially, are falling by the wayside as there are more temptations and less leaders to show them the way to grow.<br />
</span></li>
<li><strong>My absolute worst mothering moment (so far). </strong><span style="color:#008080;">My baby fell out of the bed while co-sleeping. I spanked my two-year old.<br />
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<li><strong>What annoys me most about other mothers. </strong><span style="color:#008080;">Making broad, meaningless, sweeping &#8220;advice&#8221; comments to other mothers. All it is, is angling for more attention for themselves.<br />
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<li><strong>I am happiest when </strong><span style="color:#008080;">I sit with my husband, the love of my life, and see God, the original love of my life, in the smiles of my children, the two newest loves of my life.<br />
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<li><strong>I am saddest when </strong><span style="color:#008080;">I see children suffer.<br />
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<li><strong>My biggest fear </strong><span style="color:#008080;">is that my children may suffer, too.<br />
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<li><strong>I am ashamed </strong><span style="color:#008080;">of my weight.<br />
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<li><strong>Something I need to forgive.  </strong><span style="color:#008080;">My father for emotionally and psychologically damaging my mother and siblings.<br />
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<li><strong>Something I wish I could say to someone.  </strong><span style="color:#008080;">Shut. up.<br />
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<li><strong>Something I have never told anyone.  </strong><span style="color:#008080;">I weigh 180 lbs.<br />
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<li><strong>Something I am trying to change about myself.  </strong><span style="color:#008080;">The way I react in anger far too quickly &#8211; I strive to be Christ&#8217;s love in my actions every day.<br />
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<li><strong>My biggest accomplishment.  </strong><span style="color:#008080;">My natural birth!<br />
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<li><strong>I wish </strong><span style="color:#008080;">that people would open their eyes.<br />
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<li><strong>Something my relationship with my mother has taught me about parenting.  </strong><span style="color:#008080;">She was right all along!<br />
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<li><strong>Something my relationship with my father has taught me about parenting.  </strong><span style="color:#008080;">Let your children be children.<br />
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<li><strong>How I would describe my faith life.  </strong><span style="color:#008080;">I respect God, I love His personification in Jesus, and I pray that the Holy Spirit would show in my life. I struggle with remembering this every day.<br />
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<li><strong>Something I hope will be different for me by this time next year.  </strong><span style="color:#008080;">I will be 30 lbs lighter!<br />
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<li><strong>Something important about my story that hasn’t been captured by the questions above.  </strong><span style="color:#008080;">I think. A lot.</span></li>
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		<title>54. Once a Mother, Always a Mother ((Happy Mother&#8217;s Day!))</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[ESTABLISHING YOURSELF (a few details that help somemothers know what they have in common with you).   I am 68 years old.   I am divorced.   I have 4 children. Here are their ages/genders: 4 girls: 46, 41, 37, 37.  PMS was fun at my house.   I am retired.   I am lower.   I live [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=somemother.com&#038;blog=23378412&#038;post=700&#038;subd=somemotherdotcom&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;">ESTABLISHING YOURSELF (a few details that help <span style="color:#99cc00;">somemothers</span> know what they have in common with you).</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong> </strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:60px;"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;">I am <span style="color:#ff0000;">68 years old.</span></span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:60px;"><strong> </strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:60px;"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;">I am <span style="color:#ff0000;">divorced.</span></span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:60px;"><strong> </strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:60px;"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;">I have <span style="color:#ff0000;">4 children</span>. Here are their ages/genders: <span style="color:#ff0000;">4 girls: 46, 41, 37, 37.  PMS was fun at my house.</span></span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:60px;"><strong> </strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:60px;"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;">I am <span style="color:#ff0000;">retired.</span></span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:60px;"><strong> </strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:60px;"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;">I am <span style="color:#ff0000;">lower.</span></span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:60px;"><strong> </strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:60px;"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;">I live <span style="color:#ff0000;">urban.</span></span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:60px;"><strong> </strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:60px;"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;">I <span style="color:#ff0000;">rent.</span></span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:60px;"><strong> </strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:60px;"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;">I completed <span style="color:#ff0000;">Grade 11. To cool for school.</span></span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:60px;"><strong> </strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:60px;"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;">I am <span style="color:#ff0000;">straight.</span></span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:60px;"><strong> </strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:60px;"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;">Of note about my ethnicity and/or cultural background: <span style="color:#ff0000;">Christian.<br />
</span></span></strong></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong>NOW, TWENTY QUESTIONS ABOUT YOU</strong></p>
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<ol style="padding-left:30px;">
<li style="padding-left:30px;"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;">The most significant aspect of my upbringing.</span></strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;color:#ff0000;"> My parents were always around. My mom was a stay-at-home-mom. Most important we had a christian home.<br />
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<li style="padding-left:30px;"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;">My best advice to mothers about to enter the stage of child rearing</span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"> that I just went through. </span></strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;color:#ff0000;">It has been a long time since I had children at home that I was responsible for. I did some things right and a lot wrong &#8211; but &#8211; not one died, got pregnant, or in trouble with the law (that I know of). Some of the things I learnt: Don&#8217;t sweat the small  stuff. Don&#8217;t expect perfection. Learn as you go. Work together with your mate &#8211; you are both learning how to do this job (without training). Don&#8217;t criticize your mate in front of your children. Show respect for each other and your children will learn respect. That is a lot of don&#8217;ts. Most of all love your children, be patient. Remember you are capable of so much more than you think you are!  Taking on responsibilities doesn&#8217;t mean giving up joy. Sometimes it is a great way to find it.<br />
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<li style="padding-left:30px;"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;">Something that concerns me about my children. </span></strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">As mothers themselves they need to count their blessings and be HAPPY and CONTENT with where they are at, at that moment. Cut themselves and others some slack. And ENJOY!<br />
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<li style="padding-left:30px;"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;">My absolute worst mothering moment (so far). </span></strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">There are so many I couldn&#8217;t even list them. As for my children they tell me they don&#8217;t remember me yelling at them ever!!! So&#8230;<br />
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<li style="padding-left:30px;"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;">What annoys me most about other mothers. </span></strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">When they compare their kids to other kids, expect them to do &#8220;as good&#8221; or better in everything. All kids are different(even in the same family). God made them that way. For a reason I might add!<br />
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<li style="padding-left:30px;"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;">I am happiest when </span></strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;color:#ff0000;">my family is happy, at peace with each other, and enjoying life together.<br />
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<li style="padding-left:30px;"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;">I am saddest when </span></strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">my children are in discord. They say it doesn&#8217;t concern me &#8211; but that is not true. It is always my concern. If it hurts your child, it hurts you more. Doesn&#8217;t matter how old they are.  Once a Mother always a Mother!<br />
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<li style="padding-left:30px;"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;">My biggest fear. </span></strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;color:#ff0000;">Something will happen to one of my children or grandkids.<br />
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<li style="padding-left:30px;"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;">I am ashamed of. </span></strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">After working almost all my life, I will most likely need financial help from my kids in the near future.<br />
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<li style="padding-left:30px;"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;">Something I need to forgive. </span></strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;color:#ff0000;">Disrespect.<br />
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<li style="padding-left:30px;"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;">Something I wish I could say to someone.  </span></strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Let yourself be happy and content. Life goes by too quickly to be otherwise. Tell the ones you love&#8211;that you do love them often, for no reason, and show it by your actions.<br />
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<li style="padding-left:30px;"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;">Something I have never told anyone.</span></strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"> I am afraid a lot of the time that I am not a good enough person, that I don&#8217;t deserve to be happy &#8212; Then I shake my head and remember &#8211;I am God&#8217;s child.<br />
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<li style="padding-left:30px;"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;">Something I am trying to change about myself. </span></strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">To be more confident, not to be afraid, to believe in myself. Above all to LET GOD!<br />
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<li style="padding-left:30px;"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;">My biggest accomplishment. </span></strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">My kids! Second: surviving my divorce.<br />
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<li style="padding-left:30px;"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;">I wish </span></strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;color:#ff0000;">I could be the mother my children envision&#8230;  I am not , so they will have to accept what God gave them.<br />
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<li style="padding-left:30px;"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;">Something my relationship with my mother has taught me about</span> <span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;">parenting. </span></strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">My Mother made our house a HOME! No matter how much we had or didn&#8217;t have. We always felt safe and loved.<br />
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<li style="padding-left:30px;"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;">Something my relationship with my father has taught me about</span> <span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;">parenting.</span></strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;color:#ff0000;"> My Father was a patient, kind man. He had a great sense of humour. He loved all his children unconditionally. I strive to be like him!<br />
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<li style="padding-left:30px;"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;">How I would describe my faith life.</span></strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"> I know that God has my life in his hands. I do admit that I have to remind myself of that fact many times.  There are a lot of things to think about, but nothing to worry about!<br />
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<li style="padding-left:30px;"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;">Something I hope will be different for me by this time next year. </span></strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">My family will ALL be together happy and content!<br />
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<li style="padding-left:30px;"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;">Something important about my story that hasn’t been captured by the</span> <span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;">questions above.  </span></strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Motherhood is the greatest, unending, most rewarding job you will ever have. You need to know it will never end. Your heart and mind will always be with each one of your children for the rest of your life. SO ENJOY!  Once a Mother, always a Mother.  God Bless.<br />
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<li style="padding-left:30px;"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;">BONUS: A question you would like to see added to this list that</span> <span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:small;">readers can respond to in the comments.</span></strong></li>
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		<title>First Post at lossoftheliving.com: &#8220;Thrown Out of the Family&#8221;</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[You may have read about my new blog, Loss of the Living, to help cope with the lost or broken relationships by answering 10 Questions&#8230;  Like somemother, Loss of the Living poses these Ten Questions – just 10 — to help express and share the impact of the loss you are experiencing.  The hope is that by sharing, you [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=somemother.com&#038;blog=23378412&#038;post=695&#038;subd=somemotherdotcom&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You may have read about my new blog, <a href="http://lossoftheliving.com/why-loss-of-the-living/" target="_blank">Loss of the Living</a>, to help cope with the lost or broken relationships by answering <a href="http://lossoftheliving.com/10-questions/" target="_blank">10 Questions</a>&#8230;  Like somemother, <strong>Loss of the Living</strong> poses these <strong>Ten Questions</strong> – just 10 — to help express and share the impact of the loss you are experiencing.  <strong>The hope is that by sharing, you may be able to let it go, move on, and find some relief from the grief in your soul.</strong>  In the process of doing so, you just may help someone in their own lives by reading about your experience.</p>
<p>The inaugural contribution has just been posted!  <a href="http://lossoftheliving.com/2012/05/08/1-thrown-out-of-the-family/" target="_blank">Thrown Out of the Family</a> describes what happened when one woman tried to protect her nieces and nephews from the sexual abuse she herself experienced by her father, their grandfather&#8230;  Unfortunately, the outcome is not what <em>should</em> be expected&#8230;.</p>
<p>Please read! Comment! Share this post!  Someone out there needs to see this&#8230;  And please consider following the blog on Twitter, subscribing, and submitting your own contribution. As one contributor described it, writing this piece is a very cleansing experience&#8230;.</p>
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		<title>53.  Listen to Your Gut, It&#8217;s Usually Right</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 May 2012 05:47:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[ESTABLISHING YOURSELF (a few details that help somemothers know what they have in common with you). I am  39… years old. I am married. I have 2 children.  Ages 9 and 12. I work full-time. I am upper middle class. I live in rural. I own. I have a master&#8217;s degree. I am straight. Of note about my [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=somemother.com&#038;blog=23378412&#038;post=691&#038;subd=somemotherdotcom&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong>ESTABLISHING YOURSELF (a few details that help <span style="color:#99cc00;">somemothers</span> know what they have in common with you).</strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong>I am  <span style="color:#ff6600;">39… years old.</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong>I am <span style="color:#ff6600;">married.</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong>I have<span style="color:#ff6600;"> 2 children.  Ages 9 and 12.</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong>I work <span style="color:#ff6600;">full-time.</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong>I am<span style="color:#ff6600;"> upper middle class.</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong>I live <span style="color:#ff6600;">in rural.</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong>I <span style="color:#ff6600;">own.</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong>I have <span style="color:#ff6600;">a master&#8217;s degree.</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong>I am <span style="color:#ff6600;">straight.</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong>Of note about my ethnicity and/or cultural background: <span style="color:#ff6600;">Caucasian.</span></strong></p>
<p><strong><em> </em></strong></p>
<p><strong>NOW, TWENTY QUESTIONS ABOUT YOU</strong></p>
<ol>
<li><strong>The most significant aspect of my upbringing.  </strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">It was challenging.</span></li>
<li><strong>My best advice to mothers about to enter the stage of child rearing that I just went through.  </strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">Listen to your gut, it&#8217;s usually right.</span></li>
<li><strong>Something that concerns me about my child.  </strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">He has disabilities that make learning and life challenging.</span></li>
<li><strong>My absolute worst mothering moment (so far).  </strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">Losing my cool and making a hurtful comment I wish I could take back.</span></li>
<li><strong>What annoys me most about other mothers.  </strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">Not teaching their children to empathize and be accepting of others.</span></li>
<li><strong>I am happiest when </strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">I am running.</span></li>
<li><strong>I am saddest when </strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">my children are sad.</span></li>
<li><strong>My biggest fear </strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">is losing a child.</span></li>
<li><strong>I am ashamed </strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">about a bad decision as a young adult.</span></li>
<li><strong>Something I <span style="color:#ff6600;">have</span> forgiven </strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">is my parents for not being perfect.</span></li>
<li><strong>Something I wish I could say to someone.  </strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">I love you.</span></li>
<li><strong>Something I have never told anyone.  </strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">If I tell then I will have told YOU.</span></li>
<li><strong>Something I am trying to change about myself </strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">is to be more mindful in everything I do.</span></li>
<li><strong>My biggest accomplishment </strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">is overcoming adversity and getting my masters degree.</span></li>
<li><strong>I wish </strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">my children health and happiness.</span></li>
<li><strong>Something my relationship with my mother has taught me about parenting </strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">is to listen and validate your children&#8217;s thoughts and feelings.</span></li>
<li><strong>Something my relationship with my father has taught me about parenting </strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">is to never laugh at someone&#8217;s dreams.</span></li>
<li><strong>How I would describe my faith life.  </strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">I believe that life is a journey in which one strives for enlightenment.</span></li>
<li><strong>Something I hope will be different for me by this time next year</strong><span style="color:#ff6600;"> is that I can spend less time at work.</span></li>
<li><strong>Something important about my story that hasn’t been captured by the questions above.  </strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">My greatest strength is my determination.</span></li>
<li><strong>BONUS: A question you would like to see added to this list that readers can respond to in the comments.   <span style="color:#ff6600;">W</span><span style="color:#ff6600;">hat do you do to manage stress?</span></strong></li>
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		<title>New Blog for Anyone Experiencing Relationship Loss</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Apr 2012 15:16:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Back in January, I mentioned that I had something percolating&#8230;. well, last night before I could talk myself out of it again, I hit &#8220;publish&#8221; and Loss of the Living was born. This brand new blog is unique&#8230; I have searched, and have not find any sites on coping with the loss of a person who [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=somemother.com&#038;blog=23378412&#038;post=687&#038;subd=somemotherdotcom&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Back in January, I mentioned that I had something percolating&#8230;. well, last night before I could talk myself out of it <em>again</em>, I hit &#8220;publish&#8221; and <span style="color:#666699;"><a href="http://lossoftheliving.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color:#666699;">Loss of the Living</span></a> </span>was born.</p>
<p>This brand new blog is unique&#8230; I have searched, and have not find any sites on coping with the loss of a person who is <em>still alive</em>, but just <strong>gone from you</strong>.</p>
<p>The first post <span style="color:#666699;">&#8220;<a href="http://lossoftheliving.com/2012/04/19/why-loss-of-the-living/" target="_blank"><span style="color:#666699;">Why Loss of the Living?&#8221;</span></a> </span>explains <em>everything</em>&#8230; please check it out! I also tell you a little more (gulp) <span style="color:#666699;"><a href="http://lossoftheliving.com/about/" target="_blank"><span style="color:#666699;">about me</span></a></span>.</p>
<p>Please subscribe.  Please <span style="color:#666699;"><a href="https://twitter.com/?lang=en&amp;logged_out=1#!/lossoftheliving" target="_blank"><span style="color:#666699;">follow @lossofheliving on Twitter</span></a></span>.  There is the potential for something very&#8230; special to develop.  I would love for you to be a part of it&#8230;</p>
<p>Like <span style="color:#99cc00;">somemother</span>, <a href="http://lossoftheliving.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color:#666699;"><strong>Loss of the Living</strong></span></a> invites contributors to submit their answers to <span style="color:#666699;"><a href="http://lossoftheliving.com/10-questions/" target="_blank"><span style="color:#666699;">10 Questions</span></a></span> (I know, only 10! versus 20 here&#8230; But they are biggies!).  I would be surprised if there is anyone who has NOT experienced this type of loss, and I am betting that many, like me, need a place to <em>anonymously</em> share so they can heal, let go, and go on.</p>
<p>Speaking of going on, this new venture is part of my journey that I hope will get me back to posting your awesome contributions with regularity.  There are many waiting so.very.patiently in the queue, and as if to urge me forward, TODAY &#8211; for the first time in a while &#8211; I received a NEW, truly original <a href="http://somemother.com/story/" target="_blank"><span style="color:#99cc00;">somemother</span> contribution</a> that I CAN&#8217;T WAIT to post.</p>
<p>My promise is that, as long as these blogs bear fruit, I will post!  I believe there is a forum to read your contributions, and recovery in the writing of them.  I would love to hear your thoughts&#8230;  What do you think of the concept behind Loss of the Living?</p>
<p>With admiration and gratitude,</p>
<p>s.m.</p>
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		<title>52. I Can and Will Do Better By My Boys</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 30 Mar 2012 15:24:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[ESTABLISHING YOURSELF (a few details that help somemothers know what they have in common with you). I am 35 years old. I am married. I have 2 children. Boys ages 2 &#38; 4. I stay home. I am middle. I live urban. I rent. I have an incomplete degree.  Due to lack of financial support, I was unable [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=somemother.com&#038;blog=23378412&#038;post=682&#038;subd=somemotherdotcom&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong>ESTABLISHING YOURSELF (a few details that help <span style="color:#99cc00;">somemothers</span> know what they have in common with you).</strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong>I am <span style="color:#808000;">35 years old.</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong>I am <span style="color:#808000;">married.</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong>I have <span style="color:#808000;">2 children. Boys ages 2 &amp; 4.</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong>I<span style="color:#808000;"> stay home.</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong>I am <span style="color:#808000;">middle.</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong>I live <span style="color:#808000;">urban.</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong>I <span style="color:#808000;">rent.</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong>I have <span style="color:#808000;">an incomplete degree.  Due to lack of financial support, I was unable to complete my degree in Journalism.  Hope to go back once my boys are in school full-time.</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong>I am <span style="color:#808000;">straight.</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong>Of note about my ethnicity and/or cultural background: <span style="color:#808000;">Caucasian Southern Girl</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><em> </em></p>
<p><strong>NOW, TWENTY QUESTIONS ABOUT YOU</strong></p>
<ol>
<li><strong>The most significant aspect of my upbringing.  </strong><span style="color:#808000;">Tumultuous.  Passed back &amp; forth between divorced parents.  One parent was no better than the other.  I never had a sense of security growing up &amp; felt insignificant.</span></li>
<li><strong>My best advice to mothers about to enter the stage of child rearing that I just went through.  </strong><span style="color:#808000;">Prepare for sleepless nights, spit up, sterilizing everything, but most importantly falling in love in a way that you never have before.</span></li>
<li><strong>Something that concerns me about my children.  </strong><span style="color:#808000;">I have a son with congenital heart defects (2 surgeries down, likely more to follow).  My other son has Autism.  But, they are perfect just the way they are, and I&#8217;ll advocate for them until the day I die.</span></li>
<li><strong>My absolute worst mothering moment (so far).  </strong><span style="color:#808000;">Sleep deprived &amp; crying at 3 am when my son woke up for a feeding at 8 weeks.</span></li>
<li><strong>What annoys me most about other mothers.  </strong><span style="color:#808000;">The ones that look at you as though you&#8217;re doing it all wrong, when they really don&#8217;t know your situation.  Also the mommy &#8220;cliques&#8221;.  It&#8217;s like high school with a baby on one hip &amp; a toddler attached to your leg.</span></li>
<li><strong>I am happiest when </strong><span style="color:#808000;">we are together on the beach as a family, teaching my son to surf, watching my younger son help build a sandcastle, and both boys playing in the water with us (&amp; sporting their super cute Spiderman life vests).</span></li>
<li><strong>I am saddest when </strong><span style="color:#808000;">I watch my son struggle with Autism.  When my baby is in the hospital for surgeries on his heart.</span></li>
<li><strong>My biggest fear.  </strong><span style="color:#808000;">Not doing enough for my children.</span></li>
<li><strong>I am ashamed of. </strong><span style="color:#808000;"> I don&#8217;t have a career outside of the home.</span></li>
<li><strong>Something I need to forgive.  </strong><span style="color:#808000;">The trauma that my mother put me through as a child, which continued through my adulthood.</span></li>
<li><strong>Something I wish I could say to someone.  </strong><span style="color:#808000;">To my grandfather, who passed away almost a year ago:  You are my hero, and I love you &amp; miss you beyond words.  To my grandmother who passed when I was 16, I love you &amp; miss you every day.</span></li>
<li><strong>Something I have never told anyone.  </strong><span style="color:#808000;">My mother use to send me into our local convenience store to buy her cigarettes.</span></li>
<li><strong>Something I am trying to change about myself.  </strong><span style="color:#808000;">Letting go of the past, breaking the chain of emotional trauma, so that my children don&#8217;t grow up with a depressed mom.</span></li>
<li><strong>My biggest accomplishment.  </strong><span style="color:#808000;">Marrying a great man.  My beautiful, blue-eyed 4-year-old surfer boy.  My adorable, chubby 2-year-old, who loves to entertain us all.</span></li>
<li><strong>I wish.  </strong><span style="color:#808000;">A cure for Autism.  Meaningful, lifesaving research for congenital heart defects.</span></li>
<li><strong>Something my relationship with my mother has taught me about parenting.  </strong><span style="color:#808000;">That I can &amp; will do better by my boys.  I will always put them first.</span></li>
<li><strong>Something my relationship with my father has taught me about parenting.  </strong><span style="color:#808000;">My biological father hasn&#8217;t spoken to me since I was 21.  But my mom&#8217;s ex-husband, who helped raise me from the ages 4 to 14, has taught me that I have to savor every moment with my boys. He&#8217;s taught me how to be optimistic, encouraging, and he has taught me the true meaning of unconditional love.</span></li>
<li><strong>How I would describe my faith life.  </strong><span style="color:#808000;">I&#8217;m Catholic, my husband is Jewish.  We are an interfaith family.  I really enjoy the fact that I can celebrate God in any house of worship&#8230; including out in nature to see God&#8217;s beauty, and even in my own back yard as I watch cardinals, mockingbirds, hummingbirds, owls &amp; bluejays visit me there.</span></li>
<li><strong>Something I hope will be different for me by this time next year.  </strong><span style="color:#808000;">That I will be healthy (battled illness for months now), that I will feel well enough to care for my boys with out a lot of help.</span></li>
<li><strong>Something important about my story that hasn’t been captured by the questions above. </strong><span style="color:#808000;"> I haven&#8217;t had an easy life, but I feel blessed because I have a good husband &amp; father as our family leader.  For every dark cloud, there is a silver lining.</span></li>
<li><strong>BONUS: A question you would like to see added to this list that readers can respond to in the comments.  <span style="color:#808000;">I believe that we should be raising children to not just accept their differences among their peer, rather to embrace others for who they are, regardless of race, religion or ethnicity.  It&#8217;s a tradition that every parent should pass on, in hopes that someday we will live in a more peaceful &amp; secure world.</span></strong></li>
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		<title>51. Anger is a Genetic Disease</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Mar 2012 04:32:12 +0000</pubDate>
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<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;">I am <span style="color:purple;">32 </span>years old.</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;">I am <span style="color:purple;">married</span>.</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;">I have<span style="color:#800080;"> 2 children</span>. Here are their ages/genders: <span style="color:purple;">34 months-girl and 6 months-girl.</span></span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;">I <span style="color:purple;">stay home</span>.</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;">I have <span style="color:purple;">caviar taste on a Wal-Mart budget</span>.</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;">I live <span style="color:purple;">suburban</span>.</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;">I <span style="color:purple;">just bought our first home.</span></span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;">I completed <span style="color:purple;">high school then took 10 years to “find myself” and complete a college degree that put me so far into debt that I’ll never be able to repay in my lifetime and am now armed with skills in an industry that is not needed in a depression… excuse me “recession”.</span></span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;">I am <span style="color:purple;">straight</span>.</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;">Of note about my ethnicity and/or cultural background: <span style="color:purple;">I’m as mutty as they come, but consider my cultural background to be “West Coast”.</span></span></strong></p>
<p><em><em><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"> </span></em></em></p>
<p><strong><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;">NOW, TWENTY QUESTIONS ABOUT YOU</span></strong></p>
<ol start="1">
<li><strong><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;">The most significant aspect of my upbringing.</span></strong></li>
</ol>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong><span style="color:purple;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;">I’m the eldest and only girl with 4 younger half brothers.  Spent my time moving back and forth 3,000 miles between parents.  It’s not my fault I’ve lived in the most beautiful places in America, so I try very hard every day to lower my expectations of… everything and everyone. </span></strong></p>
<ol start="2">
<li><strong><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;">My best advice to mothers about to enter the stage of child rearing that I just went through.</span></strong></li>
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<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong><span style="color:purple;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;">Do not take for granted your babies.  Sure, they can’t wipe their ass, but they are the fuel for your soul.</span></strong></p>
<ol start="3">
<li><strong><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;">Something that concerns me about my child(ren).</span></strong></li>
</ol>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong><span style="color:purple;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;">I worry intensely about raising girls as I have not conquered my demons as of yet.  I feel like I should have done that before I had children, but I’m not even sure I know how.  I worry about passing on my food issues, my anxiety, and my people pleasing, my persistent negative self-talk. </span></strong></p>
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<li><strong><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;">My absolute worst mothering moment (so far).</span></strong></li>
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<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong><span style="color:purple;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;">I am still mortified at how I yelled at my daughter and spanked her one time when she would quit getting out of bed at night.  I didn’t seem to have a lick of common sense in my head that day.  It haunts me now and I hope she never remembers it. </span></strong></p>
<ol start="5">
<li><strong><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;">What annoys me most about other mothers.</span></strong></li>
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<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong><span style="color:purple;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;">Moms who are constantly competitive—oh your child can do this?  Mine was doing that <em>weeks</em> ago!!!  Moms who don’t discipline their children in public (I don’t mean spanking, I mean consistent parenting no matter where you are). </span></strong></p>
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<li><strong><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;">I am happiest when.</span></strong></li>
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<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong><span style="color:purple;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;">My daughter comes up to me and tells me she loves me and snuggles me tightly.  There is no where else in the universe I’d rather be.</span></strong></p>
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<li><strong><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;">I am saddest when.</span></strong></li>
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<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong><span style="color:purple;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;">I feel out of control, like a bad mom, bad wife, bad friend, etc., etc.,  I can get myself down pretty easily.</span></strong></p>
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<li><strong><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;">My biggest fear.</span></strong></li>
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<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong><span style="color:purple;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;">My biggest fear is losing my family.  I am constantly thinking about “what if…” because I feel so lucky and I always worry that it can be taken away at any moment.</span></strong></p>
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<li><strong><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;">I am ashamed of.</span></strong></li>
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<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong><span style="color:purple;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;">There is nothing I am ashamed of but myself.  My body probably.  It disgusts me.</span></strong></p>
<ol start="10">
<li><strong><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;">Something I need to forgive.</span></strong></li>
</ol>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong><span style="color:purple;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;">Hahahahaha.  One thing?  Well, my therapist and I have started by trying to forgive my parents.  Work in progress. </span></strong></p>
<ol start="11">
<li><strong><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;">Something I wish I could say to someone.</span></strong></li>
</ol>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong><span style="color:purple;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;">Are you a moron or what?</span></strong></p>
<ol start="12">
<li><strong><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;">Something I have never told anyone.</span></strong></li>
</ol>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong><span style="color:purple;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;">I’m pretty open, pretty extroverted, and make friends easily so I’m not sure there is anything I haven’t told anyone. </span></strong></p>
<ol start="13">
<li><strong><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;">Something I am trying to change about myself.</span></strong></li>
</ol>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong><span style="color:purple;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;">I am trying to change my lifestyle, my eating, my thoughts about my body.</span></strong></p>
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<li><strong><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;">My biggest accomplishment.</span></strong></li>
</ol>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong><span style="color:purple;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;">I guess successfully raising a little human being this far has been my biggest accomplishment.  The icing on the cake:  she’s sweet, smart, kind, and hilarious.  I have to give that up to her, but I’ll take credit for nudging her along that path.</span></strong></p>
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<li><strong><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;">I wish.</span></strong></li>
</ol>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong><span style="color:purple;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;">I wish I was perfect and never made bad decisions.</span></strong></p>
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<li><strong><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;">Something my relationship with my mother has taught me about parenting.</span></strong></li>
</ol>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong><span style="color:purple;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;">Anger is a genetic disease.</span></strong></p>
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<li><strong><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;">Something my relationship with my father has taught me about parenting.</span></strong></li>
</ol>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong><span style="color:purple;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;">Physical affection is more important than things.</span></strong></p>
<ol start="18">
<li><strong><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;">How I would describe my faith life.</span></strong></li>
</ol>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong><span style="color:purple;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;">Spirituality can be found, cultivated, and celebrated from within.</span></strong></p>
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<li><strong><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;">Something I hope will be different for me by this time next year.</span></strong></li>
</ol>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong><span style="color:purple;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;">I’d like to be working for the first time in 3 years.</span></strong></p>
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<li><strong><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;">Something important about my story that hasn’t been captured by the questions above.</span></strong></li>
</ol>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong><span style="color:purple;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;">You haven’t figured out that I’m extremely hard on myself and others yet?  Idiot…</span></strong></p>
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<li><strong><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;">BONUS: A question you would like to see added to this list that readers can respond to in the comments.</span></strong></li>
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		<title>50.  Wonderful, and Treacherous</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Mar 2012 05:12:45 +0000</pubDate>
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<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong>I am <span style="color:#008080;">34 years old.</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong>I am<span style="color:#008080;"> married.</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong>I have <span style="color:#008080;">1 child. He is 5.</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong>I work <span style="color:#008080;">full-time outside the home, and full-time in the home too.</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong>I am <span style="color:#008080;">lower-middle, or maybe just lower (who defines these?), but I used to be upper-middle, before the recession.</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong>I live <span style="color:#008080;">urban.</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong>I <span style="color:#008080;">rent, but I used to own. I can&#8217;t imagine going through the stress and terror that buying another house would be, even if we could get a mortgage (and I&#8217;m sure we couldn&#8217;t). That makes me really sad. </span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong>I completed <span style="color:#008080;">graduate. But I should have stopped at bachelors. </span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong>I am <span style="color:#008080;">straight but am also a friend. </span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong>Of note about my ethnicity and/or cultural background: <span style="color:#008080;">white American; British/German ancestry.</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><em> </em></p>
<p><strong>NOW, TWENTY QUESTIONS ABOUT YOU</strong></p>
<ol>
<li><strong>The most significant aspect of my upbringing. </strong><span style="color:#008080;">My parents, who believed I could do anything. That kind of support and enthusiasm has been both wonderful, and treacherous, because it has made failing inevitably worse (emotionally anyway) than it might otherwise have been.</span></li>
<li><strong>My best advice to mothers about to enter the stage of child rearing that I just went through. </strong><span style="color:#008080;">Soak it in, the preschool years are so awesome. Sleep will come later. Everyone learns how to use a toilet eventually. </span></li>
<li><strong>Something that concerns me about my child. </strong><span style="color:#008080;">That he won&#8217;t have good (or good enough) friends during the school years. (My own childhood!)</span></li>
<li><strong>My absolute worst mothering moment (so far). </strong><span style="color:#008080;">Every time I yell at him for some stupid small thing, when the real reason is my own tiredness.</span></li>
<li><strong>What annoys me most about other mothers. </strong><span style="color:#008080;">When they treat kids like they&#8217;re unintelligent or hip-mothering like a status symbol. </span></li>
<li><strong>I am happiest when </strong><span style="color:#008080;">playing with my kid &#8211; far away from the house, where I can relax better. Like camping or day trips somewhere.</span></li>
<li><strong>I am saddest when </strong><span style="color:#008080;">I think about how we still don&#8217;t have child #2 and it&#8217;s already been five years. Why isn&#8217;t my damn body pregnant yet??? Also when I think about how much regret I carry around, all the time. I feel like there&#8217;s a huge rain cloud following me around, even when I&#8217;m super happy. </span></li>
<li><strong>My biggest fear. </strong><span style="color:#008080;">I am terrified of him dying in some freak accident.</span></li>
<li><strong>I am ashamed of </strong><span style="color:#008080;">my past &#8211; trying to be successful in the traditional sense (lawyer, house) and failing (combo of laid off/quit career, foreclosure). My current &#8211; spending too much time gaming (after my son is in bed) and not enough time working on other interests.</span></li>
<li><strong>Something I need to forgive. </strong><span style="color:#008080;">My old bosses, the partners at the firm, for throwing me under the bus. I&#8217;m not sure I ever will forgive them, I pretty much hate their guts and want to throw up every time I think about them. </span></li>
<li><strong>Something I wish I could say to someone. </strong><span style="color:#008080;">DIAF, old bosses! </span></li>
<li><strong>Something I have never told anyone. </strong><span style="color:#008080;">How I thought about suicide a lot while I was still a lawyer. </span></li>
<li><strong>Something I am trying to change about myself. </strong><span style="color:#008080;">My weight. </span></li>
<li><strong>My biggest accomplishment. </strong><span style="color:#008080;">Being a pretty damn awesome mom, so far. </span></li>
<li><strong>I wish </strong><span style="color:#008080;">that I had been more clear about my deepest values and priorities when I was 20 instead of pursuing goals that were sexy and exciting at the time but which got me nowhere.</span></li>
<li><strong>Something my relationship with my mother has taught me about parenting. </strong><span style="color:#008080;">Life is all about learning, and forgiveness is important. </span></li>
<li><strong>Something my relationship with my father has taught me about parenting.</strong><span style="color:#008080;"> It&#8217;s really important to work hard (like my dad does) but it&#8217;s also really important to stop and relax (like my dad does not do).</span></li>
<li><strong>How I would describe my faith life.</strong><span style="color:#008080;"> Latecomer to spirituality, but it is a sweet and precious thing to be part of a faith community in which you truly feel at home.</span></li>
<li><strong>Something I hope will be different for me by this time next year. </strong><span style="color:#008080;">So many things &#8211; stable employment for husband; pregnant; better garden; more on top of things. Hopefully will have moved on literally and emotionally from all the career/finance drama of the past several years. </span></li>
<li><strong>Something important about my story that hasn’t been captured by the questions above. </strong><span style="color:#008080;">I recently read that stating your goals/dreams out loud makes it less likely you will accomplish them. But at the risk of that, I really want to share this: I have a big dream of following in my dad&#8217;s footsteps and being a full-time farmer. I really hope I can make it come true. It would be such a great accomplishment and legacy to pass on to my child(ren!).</span></li>
<li><strong>BONUS: A question you would like to see added to this list that readers can respond to in the comments. <span style="color:#008080;">What is your dream? What do you believe success is?</span></strong></li>
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		<title>49. I Am Grateful Almost Every Day For It All</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Feb 2012 06:19:22 +0000</pubDate>
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<p><strong>ESTABLISHING YOURSELF (a few details that help <span style="color:#99cc00;">somemothers</span> know what they have in common with you)</strong></p>
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<div style="padding-left:60px;"><strong>I am <span style="color:#008080;">29 years old</span>.</strong></div>
<div style="padding-left:60px;"><strong>I am <span style="color:#008080;">married</span>.</strong></div>
<div style="padding-left:60px;"><strong>I have<span style="color:#008080;"> 1 child</span>. Here are their ages/genders: <span style="color:#008080;">4/F</span></strong></div>
<div style="padding-left:60px;"><strong>I <span style="color:#008080;">work part-time</span>.</strong></div>
<div style="padding-left:60px;"><strong>I am <span style="color:#008080;">lower middle (in my area, but I guess some geographical regions might consider us upper middle)</span>.</strong></div>
<div style="padding-left:60px;"><strong>I live <span style="color:#008080;">suburban</span>.</strong></div>
<div style="padding-left:60px;"><strong>I <span style="color:#008080;">own</span>.</strong></div>
<div style="padding-left:60px;"><strong>I completed <span style="color:#008080;">undergrad</span>.</strong></div>
<div style="padding-left:60px;"><strong>I am <span style="color:#008080;">straight-ish</span>.</strong></div>
<div style="padding-left:60px;"><strong>Of note about my ethnicity and/or cultural background: <span style="color:#008080;">white</span>.</strong></div>
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<div style="padding-left:30px;"><strong>NOW, TWENTY QUESTIONS ABOUT YOU</strong></div>
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<li><strong>The most significant aspect of my upbringing.  </strong><span style="color:#008080;">Independence, DIY ethos.</span></li>
<li><strong>My best advice to mothers about to enter the stage of child rearing that I just went through.  </strong><span style="color:#008080;">Be patient, give YOURSELF a time out if you must but try to be understanding to your child instead of just insisting on a certain behavior.</span></li>
<li><strong>Something that concerns me about my child.  </strong><span style="color:#008080;">Cavities.</span></li>
<li><strong>My absolute worst mothering moment (so far).  </strong><span style="color:#008080;">Spanking and yelling.</span></li>
<li><strong>What annoys me most about other mothers.  </strong><span style="color:#008080;">Putting infants in daycare.</span></li>
<li><strong>I am happiest when </strong><span style="color:#008080;">I have a little work but can get it done and hang out peacefully with my kid and have had some time to work out, too.</span></li>
<li><strong>I am saddest when </strong><span style="color:#008080;">I have no office work, my kid is acting up and I am feeling the ennui.</span></li>
<li><strong>My biggest fear.  </strong><span style="color:#008080;">My emotional weirdness will affect my kid more than my love and positive attention.</span></li>
<li><strong>I am ashamed of </strong><span style="color:#008080;">having hit my kid.</span></li>
<li><strong>Something I need to forgive.  </strong><span style="color:#008080;">I have already forgiven being hit by dad and ex-husband, neglected emotionally by parents at critical times and cheated on by husband (with other men, so it wasn&#8217;t that bad).</span></li>
<li><strong>Something I wish I could say to someone.  </strong><span style="color:#008080;">I am often so lonely and not as together as I seem (I do a really good job of keeping it together on the outside.)</span></li>
<li><strong>Something I have never told anyone.  </strong><span style="color:#008080;">Nothing, I have confessed or told one thing or another to someone.</span></li>
<li><strong>Something I am trying to change about myself.  </strong><span style="color:#008080;">Being calm and more stoic.</span></li>
<li><strong>My biggest accomplishment.  </strong><span style="color:#008080;">Marathons and giving birth with no drugs? Making it through college living on my own, paying my own way after marriage at 18, abuse and divorce? Doing my own legal work for my divorce at age 20?</span></li>
<li><strong>I wish </strong><span style="color:#008080;">I had more answers.</span></li>
<li><strong>Something my relationship with my mother has taught me about parenting.  </strong><span style="color:#008080;">It&#8217;s OK to be a nosy, butting in mom. Better than being hands off and having the kid be adrift. Stick up for your kid.</span></li>
<li><strong>Something my relationship with my father has taught me about parenting.  </strong><span style="color:#008080;">Don&#8217;t hit your kid.</span></li>
<li><strong>How I would describe my faith life.  </strong><span style="color:#008080;">Meh.</span></li>
<li><strong>Something I hope will be different for me by this time next year.  </strong><span style="color:#008080;">Kid&#8217;s cavities will be filled and she won&#8217;t have more, I&#8217;ll weigh 10 lbs less and have my emotions under control.</span></li>
<li><strong>Something important about my story that hasn’t been captured by the questions above.  </strong><span style="color:#008080;">I am grateful almost every day for it all.</span></li>
<li><strong>BONUS: A question you would like to see added to this list that readers can respond to in the comments. <span style="color:#008080;">How on earth do people manage to have happy lives, with time for themselves and all there is to do, when they have more than one kid?</span></strong></li>
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		<description><![CDATA[ESTABLISHING YOURSELF (a few details that help somemothers know what they have in common with you) I am 35 years old. I am happily married to a great husband who wasn&#8217;t always a great husband but who I always loved. I have 2 children. Here are their ages/genders: son, 7; daughter, 9. I work sporadically. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=somemother.com&#038;blog=23378412&#038;post=579&#038;subd=somemotherdotcom&#038;ref=&#038;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong>ESTABLISHING YOURSELF (a few details that help<span style="color:#99cc00;"> somemothers</span> know what they have in common with you)</strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong>I am <span style="color:#800080;">35 years old.</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong>I am<span style="color:#800080;"> happily married to a great husband who wasn&#8217;t always a great husband but who I always loved.</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong>I have <span style="color:#800080;">2 children.</span> Here are their ages/genders: <span style="color:#800080;">son, 7; daughter, 9.</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong>I work <span style="color:#800080;">sporadically.  I&#8217;m currently in school alternating with co-op work.</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong>I am <span style="color:#800080;">probably lower middle.  We are struggling right now, but I know it always won&#8217;t be this way.</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong>I live <span style="color:#800080;">suburban.</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong>I <span style="color:#800080;">own.</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong>I completed <span style="color:#800080;">college.  Got a degree. Decided I didn&#8217;t like my career after 10 years and am now back in college for another degree.</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong>I am <span style="color:#800080;">straight.  Although, I&#8217;ve always said should something go amiss in this marriage (#2 for me) I&#8217;ll definitely switch teams.</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left:30px;"><strong>Of note about my ethnicity and/or cultural background:  <span style="color:#800080;">very average white.</span></strong></p>
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<div style="padding-left:30px;"><strong>NOW, TWENTY QUESTIONS ABOUT YOU</strong></div>
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<li><strong>The most significant aspect of my upbringing.  </strong><span style="color:#800080;">It was not always easy mostly through my own fault, but it has shaped the person I am today in mostly good ways.</span></li>
<li><strong>My best advice to mothers about to enter the stage of child rearing.  </strong><span style="color:#800080;">It&#8217;s the toughest job I&#8217;ve ever had.  Very rewarding when you step back from the daily struggles and look at the amazing people you have created and are doing your best to raise.</span></li>
<li><strong>Something that concerns me about my children.  </strong><span style="color:#800080;">Having suffered through being bipolar for most of my life, I worry about passing that on to my children either genetically or through memories of my low moments.</span></li>
<li><strong>My absolute worst mothering moment (so far).  </strong><span style="color:#800080;">Being the cause of the first set of stitches/staples needed by one of my children.  I was angry and decided to head out to the front porch for some air.  I thought my bulldog was trying to nose her way out the door to follow me and I reached back and slammed the door.  It was my daughter coming out to apologize.  The storm door hit her just right and she needed 4 staples to her scalp.</span></li>
<li><strong>What annoys me most about other mothers.  </strong><span style="color:#800080;">Motherhood is not a contest to show how smart your kid is or how many activities he/she is involved in or how overly involved you are in your kids lives.  Do your best, let your kids live and learn at their pace and give other mothers who are struggling a break.</span></li>
<li><strong>I am happiest when </strong><span style="color:#800080;">I&#8217;m in the kitchen.  I love experimenting with new recipes and seeing if it&#8217;s a hit with the family.</span></li>
<li><strong>I am saddest when</strong><span style="color:#800080;"> I have to explain the hard parts of life to my kids.  Their reactions are almost always sadness at realizing that some things don&#8217;t always work out the way you want.</span></li>
<li><strong>My biggest fear.  </strong><span style="color:#800080;">I’m afraid of everything.  It&#8217;s a product of anxiety driven by my bipolar.  I&#8217;m most scared that my son who has social/emotional issues on the autism spectrum will have a more difficult time in life.</span></li>
<li><strong>I am ashamed of </strong><span style="color:#800080;">yelling.  I&#8217;m a screamer and it scares my kids particularly my son.  I&#8217;ve managed to tone it down a lot in the last several years but it remains a lasting legacy from being raised by my mother (also a screamer).</span></li>
<li><strong>Something I need to forgive.  </strong><span style="color:#800080;">Myself.  I have struggled for years with the ups and downs of bipolar.  I have given up even on a few occasions and have done many things I am not proud of.  I need to forgive those past transgressions and concentrate on how far I have come as a mother, a daughter, a friend, and a wife.</span></li>
<li><strong>Something I wish I could say to someone.  </strong><span style="color:#800080;">I&#8217;m scared, I&#8217;m not strong, I need help&#8230;I struggle with appearing vulnerable to people and accepting help, even from those closest to me.</span></li>
<li><strong>Something I have never told anyone.  </strong><span style="color:#800080;"> I can&#8217;t think of not one thing I haven&#8217;t told at least one person.</span></li>
<li><strong>Something I am trying to change about myself.  </strong><span style="color:#800080;">My level of self-confidence, my weight, my level of patience with others.  I long to be calm and secure in myself.</span></li>
<li><strong>My biggest accomplishment.  </strong><span style="color:#800080;">Saving my marriage.  It was rough for a time and I&#8217;m extremely thankful I hung in there and it wasn&#8217;t too late for us to change.</span></li>
<li><strong>I wish</strong><span style="color:#800080;"> there was a way I could succeed at all the things I&#8217;m involved with (my education, homeschooling, my marriage, etc) without sacrificing not one little thing.</span></li>
<li><strong>Something my relationship with my mother has taught me about parenting.  </strong><span style="color:#800080;">Your best is all you can do in raising your children.  Try hard and in the end however things turn out they will realize you did your best with the tools you were given (financial, emotional, and otherwise).</span></li>
<li><strong>Something my relationship with my father has taught me about parenting.  </strong><span style="color:#800080;">My father was absent, in fact he didn&#8217;t even acknowledge my birth or claim to be my father.  It taught me that though a girl can grow to be a woman without a father that there is something to be said for a man who has a good relationship with his daughter.  There is no better person to teach a girl how women should be treated by men, that your worth is not wholly wrapped up in how men treat or perceive you,  and what to expect and how to deal with relationships.</span></li>
<li><strong>How I would describe my faith life.  </strong><span style="color:#800080;">Evolving. The same way I hope my children&#8217;s does.</span></li>
<li><strong>Something I hope will be different for me by this time next year.  </strong><span style="color:#800080;">Continuing to better my marriage and my relationship with my children.  Slimmer and healthier would also be a plus.  I&#8217;ll add financially more stable as well for good measure.</span></li>
<li><strong>Something important about my story that hasn’t been captured by the questions above.  </strong><span style="color:#800080;">I&#8217;m a wealth of mostly useless trivia.  I grew up in the city but long to live a life on a farm complete with cows and chickens.  I love butter and believe it is not as bad as most everyone else thinks it is. I love Halloween but dislike scary movies.</span></li>
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