Witness to domestic violence...what a load of bullsh*t!That would make it so much easier for them, eh, Mary? To just put the blame on homelife instead of looking at what is going on at school with Kota. You are doing the right thing...you are a wonderful mother, you know what to look for and your instincts are bang on. I believe that wholeheartedly. You will see Kota through this and he will be a stronger little boy because of your efforts.
I WANT THOSE!Love them! Now I think I have to post a picture of my new skull sneakers.
Skulls and rainbows?! My kinda gal!
I love it when you're in a good mood, Mary. You pick us all up, too.And I'm excited about the new outfit!
I did have a glorious Friday, Mary.Thanks.
Oh, Mary. I related to every word of this post.It's hard to watch our children re-live tough times in our lives...the most that we can do is teach them to handle it in a better way. I think that you're doing an amazing job with Kota. He is very lucky to have you for his Mom.
Yay! Mary!
Um, Mel? That's not fair!Can't wait to hear how it all turned out.
I don't think it sounds selfish at all...especially since I'm so much like J.But I do like grocery shopping.
At least there's one good side to me catching up on you while I eat breakfast....I don't have to wait!
Oh! Penny candy! I forgot about penny candy! I used to tell my Dad that I needed a quarter for something at school (I don't remember him asking me what I needed...ha) so that I could stop at Metcalfe's and get a mixed bag of candy. Good stuff.And now I am hungry for fries from a chip truck loaded with vinegar. Perhaps you should make a secret trip to Ontario...we can time with a visit from Don and then gather other blogster/ mybloggers cyber friends and we'll have a penny candy and chip truck party!Okay, now I'm rambling...I just meant to say, "great answers!"
Oh, Mel. I am sobbing!But only in the most amazingly wonderful of ways.This is probably going to be the nerdiest of comments on a blog post ever...but I'll take the risk and tell you that I remember the few times I met your Grandpa. And I remember, quite clearly, this sense of calm and comfort about him.And I remember how much you loved him.
Check your inbox, Miss Gwen. Know that we all love you, are all rooting for you, even when you're not rooting for yourself. And no, my dear, we don't see you the way that you see yourself.