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Blog Blast - Tell Us Your Truth About Motherhood
http://blog.parentbloggers.com/ 2008/ 03/ 28/ blog-blast-tell-us-your-truth-about-mo...
We don't know a single mother out there who hasn't been knocked for a loop at one time or another by motherhood. No matter how many books you've read, or how knowledgeable and forthright your doctor may be, or what a good example your own mother set for you, motherhood is full of surprises. Some make us laugh, others make us cry, and some drive us to the brink of insanity. While the daily grind of motherhood may often make us feel as if we're losing our minds, it's our girlfriends who keep us sane. We live by the advice of our doctors, but we survive with the advice of our friends.
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PBN Blog Blast: The Truth About Motherhood - and it is the one you probably won't want to hear, either.
http://www.thisfullhouse.com/this_full_house/2008/03/i-haven...The Parent Bloggers Network is collaborating with Discovery Health to introduce their new docu-drama "Deliver Me" which follows three women - best friends, working mothers and physicians - as they balance delivering babies together in their OB/GYN
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http://www.temporarilyme.com/2008/03/28/669/
Very early on in our relationship, talk of children ensued. I just turned 19 when we began dating, I was in college and children were the last thing on my mind. In fact, I think all I was worried about at that time was which bar we would be going to
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The truth
http://motherwoman.blogspot.com/2008/03/truth.htmlIf you were a woman before you were a mother then you know quite a lot about doing the job already. Be liberated, accept/expect the challenges, the buck stops with you. Remember you know your child best. This is a response to this and this
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http://badladies.blogspot.com/2008/03/truth-in-twelve-words-...
The truth about motherhood: The sum of all universes, shat upon, but ever-wiped and diapered. (Spare and obscure, I admit - and meaningful, perhaps, only to me - but I was simply incapable of even beginning to ponder the question, what is the truth about motherhood according to me?, without either writing a six-volume epic, or a koan. I went with the koan. If you're reading this Sunday, you've still got time to answer the question, put forward by PBN. You might try to do it as a koan, in one shortish sentence. Be sure to link PBN and Discovery Health if you do it before midnight tonight. Let me know, though, via linkage and/or comments, if you go the koan route - which is, really, just a concise sentence, usually one that articulates contradictions, but it can sound however you like. Your truth about motherhood, twelve words - or so - or less. I'd love to compile them. ) (Look! SusieJ did it! So did Ali-RN! You can too!) My universes, summarized. (Soon to be universes, squared.)
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Princess much?
http://mayberrymom.blogspot.com/2008/03/princess-much.htmlYesterday evening, Opie had a high fever and so was unusually content to lounge on the couch watching Noggin. (He's fine now.) Jo, disdaining the "baby shows," decamped to the backup TV in the basement. She proceeded to holler up the steps every few minutes with some desperate need or another. Finally, Jeff taught her how to use the intercom feature on the telephone so she could call him if she needed something. Naturally, five minutes later she did. I heard his end (snicker) of the conversation: "You called me on the phone because you need me to wipe your butt?" True story. And that is something nobody told us before we had kids.
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PBN Blog Blast: The Truth About Motherhood - and it is the one you probably won't want to hear, either.
http://www.thisfullhouse.com/this_full_house/2008/03/i-haven...The Parent Bloggers Network is collaborating with Discovery Health to introduce their new docu-drama "Deliver Me" which follows three women - best friends, working mothers and physicians - as they balance delivering babies together in their OB/GYN practice with their lives outside the delivery room. Perhaps you're like me - having given birth to what will probably be her last baby, 6 years ago - and asking yourself, what's this have to do with me? Well, they're looking for bloggers to tell them the truth about motherhood and I happen to have a one that just might hurt, a little. Don't be surprised if your kids grow up NOT speaking to you...or, each other! I haven't spoken to my brother in a while. We seem to be missing each other, the last few Sundays, at my parents' house. My sister-in-law was sick on Good Friday and they couldn't make it to Easter dinner, either. Their anniversary gift is still sitting on a chair in the kitchen and I really don't know when I'll see them, next. I haven't spoken to my brother in a while and - although my children and I miss him, terribly - I'm not sure that I really want to. Call him, I mean. A lot has changed since my brother got married 4 years ago and - although, I know that our love for each other is the same - my brother and I both lead very busy lives which, unfortunately, means that we don't get to see each other, as often. But, when we do, it's like when we were kids...all...over...again. [same dorky grin] "Hey...whuuuuzzzzup!" I stand on my tip-toes, kiss him, tell him what's been bothering me and then remind him to call our folks, sometime soon. [sounding like Fozzy Bear] "Ahhhh...no problem." You see, it's been like this...well...forever. Even as babies, my parents said I was always the restless one - jumping the hell out of my crib while my brother sat in one corner, contently staring at his socks - and it's sometimes hard to believe that my brother and I are twins. He's like my mother - calm, quiet and forgiving - where as I am my father's daughter and we are, well, forever battling with unseen demons and ready to pounce on whatever (or, whoever) is gnawing on our last nerve at the moment, it seems. "Did your brother call?" UGH, I swear, the man wasn't even through the front door. "Because, he didn't call your mother." As I grow older (shuddup!) I'm beginning to care less and less about how other people are feeling. I can't help it. It sounds childish, I know. Then again, I'm someone's mom. It would hurt me too, sort of. Still. The dynamics of my immediate family hasn't changed much. My mother gets upset. My father gets pissed. He tells me. I tell my brother. [sounding like Fozzy Bear] "Ahhhh...no problem." Except, this time, I'm not going for it. "Sorry, Pop, but I can't make him do anything that he doesn't want to." He's not my kid. "Well, I think it's time that he and I have a nice...long...talk." Good. "Since, he's obviously forgotten he has a sister." Crap. "I'm sure he hasn't forgotten." Sort of. "Let's eat!" Morale of this story: The hardest thing about being a mother, is having to be a sister and a daughter, too! Don't even get me started on making bets with your husband and the only thing you can offer as collateral, at the moment, is performing a sexual favor, or two! If anyone needs me, I'll be upstairs changing the sheets and looking for any spare change that may be hiding under the bed. © 2008 This Full House - All Rights Reserved. [Please, clean off a chair and stay a while - subscribe to email updates or the RSS feed or - if you really, really like me - then Digg This, I'll love you forever!]
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