tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3939004715070642189.post978658796811840079..comments2023-03-27T02:14:54.343-07:00Comments on Becoming Parents: He see's the lightKarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00120730876922498309noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3939004715070642189.post-17890896087531950752008-04-20T14:46:00.001-07:002008-04-20T14:46:00.001-07:00OH and that story about your mother is so so so sa...OH and that story about your mother is so so so sad. Boy, can I relate!cotedetexashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06421509668956556785noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3939004715070642189.post-37969326373167143542008-04-20T14:46:00.000-07:002008-04-20T14:46:00.000-07:00Hi -thanks for your suggestions! I look at those ...Hi -thanks for your suggestions! I look at those places.<BR/><BR/>Fill me up to date - have you adopted yet? Treatments didn't work? email me at mrballbox329@aol.com<BR/><BR/>I have a 17 yo, ivf baby. awwwww baby is soooo grown up now. <BR/><BR/>Infertility is no fun, but the end result is. The waiting is horrible, but you'll have that baby and all this will be a long forgotten memory. Where are you adopting from - the US or where?<BR/><BR/>JOnicotedetexashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06421509668956556785noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3939004715070642189.post-83142192441834864542008-04-17T12:48:00.000-07:002008-04-17T12:48:00.000-07:00This is an incredible post. What a lovely tribute...This is an incredible post. What a lovely tribute to your parents!katdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04687817796634095367noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3939004715070642189.post-18394032535779085702008-04-16T20:28:00.000-07:002008-04-16T20:28:00.000-07:00Your parents sound wonderful. Isn't amazing how mu...Your parents sound wonderful. Isn't amazing how much we are like them than we think? <BR/><BR/>Today, it was pointed out to me that I'm much like my Dad when it comes to deliberating things. I take my time and way the pros and cons. When I was growing up, that part of my Dad <I>drove me insane</I>. Now, I treasure it as something I've learned from my Dad ... even though he still drives me insane most of the time.Emily (Apron Strings)https://www.blogger.com/profile/09437280207985561846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3939004715070642189.post-26622070756827504812008-04-16T18:23:00.000-07:002008-04-16T18:23:00.000-07:00Wow. What a fascinating family and what a beautifu...Wow. What a fascinating family and what a beautiful love between you and your parents.<BR/><BR/>You're right. We have a lot in common idea-wise. ;-) YOU'RE too cool for school. :p<BR/><BR/>xoBarbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16067045642285877560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3939004715070642189.post-75455406636427924322008-04-16T10:03:00.000-07:002008-04-16T10:03:00.000-07:00:) Hurray!:) Hurray!Juleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18053447236990817869noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3939004715070642189.post-4384834065284796472008-04-16T08:19:00.000-07:002008-04-16T08:19:00.000-07:00Ah, parents. They know just how to push our butto...Ah, parents. They know just how to push our buttons because THEY are the ones that installed them...<BR/><BR/>When I was considering being a music teacher, my dad (who is a teacher) told me over and over again that I didn't want to be a teacher. It took me a long time to realize that he was right (actually, it took a really bad music pedagogy class wherein I realized that the bitch teaching the class was teaching all of us to be <I>just like her</I> and I didn't want to be associated with her ideology, and because I couldn't graduate without that class, taught by that person, I changed my major. Stupid.)<BR/><BR/>Anyhow, for most of middle and high school, my mother worked at Austin State School, which is the state run home for mentally retarded people. Most students there live there their entire lives, and sadly, most were 35 or older, because that was back in the time when you simply institutionalized a child who was mentally retarded. In part, I kind of grew up there, and lots of the student/patients were my friends, and I volunteered there so often that they should have paid me (ha, ha...). Thus, I have some very specific (and sometimes controversial) ideas about the standard of care for mentally retarded individuals, and while my mom gets it (because she lived it, too, even more intensely than I did), none of the rest of my family does. <BR/><BR/>Anyway, I guess what I'm trying to say is that the desire to help those who need it runs deep in me, and obviously in you too, and I'm glad your dad can finally see that. It's good. My dad sort of sees it, but (unfortunately) he was still SO RIGHT about me not having the temperament to be a teacher... oh, well. I'll just find some other way!katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08056463808792013011noreply@blogger.com