tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015948361468810650.post5210660604767913567..comments2021-06-11T15:59:27.055-04:00Comments on Mommytown: All By MyselfUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015948361468810650.post-6210694144075432162007-11-23T11:16:00.000-05:002007-11-23T11:16:00.000-05:00Elizabeth, this is a classic! It rings true on so...Elizabeth, this is a classic! It rings true on so many levels--even for us grandmas. I remember just being thankful to go outside to take out the garbage somedays just to have time "all by myself". Now, I'm grateful to sometimes still be needed by one of my self-sufficient, independent children. But isn't that the goal? It seems that motherhood is one "career" where success means you no longer have a job. But on the other hand you gain some great new friends! I love you and miss you!<BR/>MomAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015948361468810650.post-12346795293753476002007-11-21T10:05:00.000-05:002007-11-21T10:05:00.000-05:00I'm crying, really. I'm home with all 4 of mine, ...I'm crying, really. I'm home with all 4 of mine, each coming in at different times to have breakfast and a morning chat as I prepare the brocolli and rice for Thanksgiving tomorrow. I don't have to buckle anyone in and only one wants to sit in my lap anymore. But each of them needs me and lets me know it one way or another. I think we'll never be "normal" again. We're ruined -- and we'll always be anxious to be reunited, even when we're grandmas. Right, Mom?<BR/><BR/>Love,<BR/>JenniferAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015948361468810650.post-50782115549117538572007-11-20T12:42:00.000-05:002007-11-20T12:42:00.000-05:00TEARS welling up in my eyes...Clara is at preschoo...TEARS welling up in my eyes...Clara is at preschool this morning and Ian is asleep. I am (sort of) by myself, and even though I work hard to make these minutes happen...sometimes I find I don't want them after all! We are lucky we have 18 years to get used to letting our needy babies go. These years are precious. Thanks for the reminder.<BR/><BR/>Your friend (miss you TOO much),<BR/>RobinAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com