Comments on: Some days, parenting just seems like a matter of survival… http://www.tinygrass.com/2008/01/some-days-parenting-just-seems-like-a-matter-of-survival/ Simple living, natural learning & exploring the world Thu, 05 Aug 2010 02:34:17 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.1 By: Arp http://www.tinygrass.com/2008/01/some-days-parenting-just-seems-like-a-matter-of-survival/comment-page-1/#comment-6893 Arp Wed, 02 Jan 2008 17:54:41 +0000 http://www.tinygrass.com/2008/01/some-days-parenting-just-seems-like-a-matter-of-survival/#comment-6893 I'm not familiar with that poem - I'll have to look it up. I went through some old pictures a couple of weeks ago and I was reminded how M was as a baby - totally cute & fun. He's becoming so interesting now. He's a kid who needs to be engaged, and I think his outlet, until he starts reading, may be art. His drawing skill is miles ahead of me at 5. I think I should have that poem that Arun posted tattooed on my arm. It would probably do me better in the long run than having the title of a Pogues tune tattooed on my arm... I’m not familiar with that poem – I’ll have to look it up. I went through some old pictures a couple of weeks ago and I was reminded how M was as a baby – totally cute & fun. He’s becoming so interesting now. He’s a kid who needs to be engaged, and I think his outlet, until he starts reading, may be art. His drawing skill is miles ahead of me at 5.

I think I should have that poem that Arun posted tattooed on my arm. It would probably do me better in the long run than having the title of a Pogues tune tattooed on my arm…

]]> By: Summer http://www.tinygrass.com/2008/01/some-days-parenting-just-seems-like-a-matter-of-survival/comment-page-1/#comment-6892 Summer Wed, 02 Jan 2008 17:39:08 +0000 http://www.tinygrass.com/2008/01/some-days-parenting-just-seems-like-a-matter-of-survival/#comment-6892 Oh, those days kill me. My patience is very limited, so it takes a lot of deep breathing and walking away. I keep on my wall in a frame a copy of the handprint poem (You get so frustrated because my hands are very small...) with paint prints of each of the boys handprints under it. Sometimes just staring at that will give me a second wind to get through the day. Oh, those days kill me. My patience is very limited, so it takes a lot of deep breathing and walking away. I keep on my wall in a frame a copy of the handprint poem (You get so frustrated because my hands are very small…) with paint prints of each of the boys handprints under it. Sometimes just staring at that will give me a second wind to get through the day.

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