tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655637601989815492.post1363909803361798373..comments2023-09-07T02:52:35.687-05:00Comments on Dovi's Life: Defining Moment/Not Me MondayDESJ and Companyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15223042037654364289noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655637601989815492.post-24746643389874164602008-11-03T21:42:00.000-06:002008-11-03T21:42:00.000-06:00I can't even think of my favorite part of this pos...I can't even think of my favorite part of this post; there was one after another. We could be sisters. Except you, the one who says it better!conniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08675708151247378703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655637601989815492.post-83168886464738106532008-10-27T22:43:00.000-05:002008-10-27T22:43:00.000-05:00i am in constant awe of your ability to be so darn...i am in constant awe of your ability to be so darn organized and everything with all that you have on your plate. i know its how you stay sane, but still, its totally impressive. this was an awesome post, if everyone shared like this, if everyone wrote about their real struggles, and didnt show their happy face all the time, i think we'd all be a little nicer to each other and the world would be a better place, u know?Shoshhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13085648573425127432noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655637601989815492.post-85012549461823779612008-10-27T21:07:00.000-05:002008-10-27T21:07:00.000-05:00Man makes plans G-d laughs.Man makes plans G-d laughs.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655637601989815492.post-37873094764757559982008-10-27T13:59:00.000-05:002008-10-27T13:59:00.000-05:00So poignantSo poignantOrahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18341466896352215750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655637601989815492.post-86083884459489435632008-10-27T13:10:00.000-05:002008-10-27T13:10:00.000-05:00I sure do know what you mean. And I had my FD chil...I sure do know what you mean. And I had my FD child when I was in my 40s, so I already had my career and was okay with scaling it way back. The moment my life changed was when he was two weeks old and the pediatrician said, go straight to the hospital and do not even think about going home first, and here are the directions to the hospital. Yup, lots of great people in my life, but what's in it for him? Suffering, but he's a joyful child anyway. Illness, but as soon as he's better it's as if he were never ill. Disability, but he just creatively figures out ways to be totally himself regardless. Shunned by other children, so he lives in a rich world of his own imagination. I could go on and on. Thanks for the deep thoughts today.<BR/><BR/>MichelleAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655637601989815492.post-79681196060740658042008-10-27T11:18:00.000-05:002008-10-27T11:18:00.000-05:00oh writergrrl...wishing you lived here, not there....oh writergrrl...wishing you lived here, not there.<BR/>I think we'd be friends.<BR/>:)DESJ and Companyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15223042037654364289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1655637601989815492.post-72048229297558780102008-10-27T11:13:00.000-05:002008-10-27T11:13:00.000-05:00I have thought about this so much lately, that bli...I have thought about this so much lately, that blissful ignorance of Life Before D. Back when I just had the girls and everything was so. damn. easy. And how the only life Baby J. has known is life with a SN sib. And how being a SN mom completely defines me. <BR/><BR/>Oh, I so hear you, Sara. I don't know if that makes any difference at all, but I so hear you.WriterGrrlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17642092199015480152noreply@blogger.com