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What a great post. I had a similar "moment of truth" with Son #1 when he was 15. I don't think he ever saw me that way before (nor after) but his Dad was gone and I had to deal with him. We both ended up rolling on the floor laughing and hugging, and forever after had much more respect for each other. That is a beautiful picture of you on WileyJohn's post.
posted by
TAPS.
on August 9, 2014 at 3:41 PM
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Some regrets haunt us more than others...You did the best you could. Remember that. I'm so glad you have your wiley coyote.
posted by
lovelyladymonk
on August 9, 2014 at 3:09 PM
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Well we all seem to have had a rough passage at times. Believe me Kabu it could have been a lot worse. I think most of our fellow bloggers deserve more happiness than they once believed was possible. When very young we travel with high expectations of what the future holds, little disappointments can be alleviated by true love, but that is an emotion only discovered by a few. I think if when we were young we all walked around looking exactly the same a better choice would be made. Cluck cluck. 
posted by
C_C_T
on August 9, 2014 at 10:59 AM
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Kabu
Beautiful post I know the stories all too well. I raised mine alone but I made a lot of mistakes and I wish I had been and done better; however, we did the best we could at the time.
You are a loving and good mother, grand and wife. You are blessed and a blessing.
posted by
Justi
on August 9, 2014 at 10:56 AM
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Life looks so easy when we're young...
Our plans are to never make mistakes, to make choices with integrity, and true to our hearts... But life continually throws choices at us and rarely are they simple and clear, never are they without subsequent choices to be made, and life becomes complicated as we try so hard to juggle all our own needs with those of others like our family, our boss... Finally, we do what we believe we must to get our needs met, along with all those others.
It rarely runs the idyllic course we thought we could arrange. Regret, embarrassment, shame taint the life that has made many, as they turned out, regretable choices.
If only... what was I thinking...? I shoulda/coulda/woulda... all corrosive tangles of thought and feeling. What matters most is who one is today, and the choices still open: to be, finally and again where we can grasp our integrity, and be guided by it.
posted by
Ciel
on August 9, 2014 at 7:03 AM
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Kabu
ñMake sure the coating of paint’s good on your door that opens love. BC-A, Bill’s R☁☁st
posted by
BC-A
on August 9, 2014 at 6:38 AM
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have to log on my phone to telemarket. no time to read. just to say hello and send hugs your way to you Wiley and Mr. Greysome. Hope things are getting back to dry normal at your place in Canada. CAROLYN
posted by
Carolyn_Moe
on August 9, 2014 at 5:55 AM
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I've spent a too much time rowing my little "If Only" boat around in
circles, getting nowhere. I find that forgiveness is a soothing balm - forgive them all, forgive yourself, understand you'd have done it better if you'd known how. And some kids need a literal kick in the britches to make them realize Moms are people too. I am thankful you are on Blogit and exactly who you are... ♥
posted by
Pat_B
on August 9, 2014 at 4:16 AM
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hi Lady..
just dropped by here to say thanx for your more than generous comments you've left me. If I know you like it, I know others will. Keep those toes tappin'.
posted by
Raysongs
on August 8, 2014 at 10:53 PM
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All is well that ends well and your little paradise is abuzz with positive energy.🌹
posted by
shamasehar
on August 8, 2014 at 8:52 PM
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Kabu
You've reached port...
posted by
Nautikos
on August 8, 2014 at 8:24 PM
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Thus far, I have found that to be the case as well with things that look back at the time, leading to developments that made the initial negative emotions turn into a bittersweet memory. It will be interesting to look back decades and remember those times.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on August 8, 2014 at 4:44 PM
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