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Holmes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02782930801954007429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m63ZQ7vKWWg/TuvdHqTTvsI/AAAAAAAACR0/NffXwpy1BA0/s220/bh2.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>131</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/tpJKyR" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/tpjkyr" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry 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Jaycee Dugard impressed us all with her amazing strength of spirit and her positive outlook, a true survivor.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yet, I have to commend someone else, Jaycee’s mother, Terry Probyn. Not for those years of anguish when she never stopped looking for her daughter, that goes without saying….but the fact she must have been one hell of a mother for those first 11 years she was with her daughter. &lt;br /&gt;
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Jaycee’s mother regrets not kissing her daughter on the morning Jaycee was kidnapped, but to Terry I say…you left her with something else, a solid foundation that gave Jaycee strength when she needed it most. &lt;br /&gt;
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As parents, we do our best and then hope the lessons and examples we’ve given our children help them make the right decisions, in spite of the influences of friends and the world. Of course, we expect to have more than 11 years to do our job.&lt;br /&gt;
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When watching Jaycee in that interview, it was obvious her rock was her mother. Terry provided her daughter with a solid and loving foundation that obviously sustained the young girl, enabling her to survive hell. &lt;br /&gt;
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There are many mothers out there who resent their children, and some in Jaycee’s situation might not have been as loving and accepting of their own children. Yet, love is a cycle. I believe our ability to love as a mother isn’t always instinctive; sometimes it is inherent, passed from one generation to another.&lt;br /&gt;
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Terry, I know you are proud of your daughter, you should be, but be proud of yourself too. As parents our primary job is not to protect our children. Sadly, that is something none of us can do, no matter how hard we try. Our primary job is to prepare our children for whatever life throws at them. To give them the tools and self-confidence to persevere, and the knowledge that no matter what, we will love them.  You obviously did that, and your daughter, she is pretty amazing.  Like her mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310163273864877935-476951189596274001?l=motherhoodpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Are those my husband’s eyes,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;looking up at me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Could it be my nose,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;that I now see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A touch of him, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;a hint of me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;blended by God…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;…expertly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310163273864877935-3540010085018807368?l=motherhoodpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I am grateful they are safe, but my heart breaks for those caught by the storm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310163273864877935-7378597337825372158?l=motherhoodpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Maybe I was onto something. &lt;br /&gt;
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On today’s Sunday Morning Show, they had a segment on psychiatrist Jim Tucker of Virginia University, and his book &lt;i&gt;Life Before Life: A Scientific Investigation of Children's Memories of Previous Lives&lt;/i&gt;, which explores a 40 year study of reincarnation.&lt;br /&gt;
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The focus of the study is young children - old enough to communicate, and young enough to still recall past life experiences. Around three years they can recall a past life experience, yet by six those memories (or fantasies) fade away.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now imagine you wake up in the body of a toddler, unable to communicate (about 2 years old) and these people, some of which may be your own children or grandchildren, are telling you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hmmmm…..&lt;br /&gt;
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I need to get that book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310163273864877935-3124460833316954316?l=motherhoodpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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That is the things about mothers; they are always interested in what their children are doing. At least I am, and so is my mom. &lt;br /&gt;
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Mom is 83 and lives with us, and sometimes we really annoy each other. Sorta like today, when she and I were working together to get our living room ready for new carpet. It is not always easy, two grown women sharing a home.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yet, I know someday, when Mom is gone, I will really miss her. Because, who will I call to share those moments I need to share, or those thoughts…thoughts and moments that most people don’t give a hoot about….except…except for your mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310163273864877935-5303235402524825709?l=motherhoodpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Our two kids live in other states – yet I was able to spend last week with our daughter’s family. Elizabeth is celebrating her second Mother’s Day. I imagine our son will be pretty busy, as he has an Outback in Oregon, and from my own years in the restaurant business, I know how Mother’s Day is a big day for eating out.&lt;br /&gt;
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This morning I made my mom homemade chili rellenos for breakfast. Tonight we are having filet and scallops….yummy. &lt;br /&gt;
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To all the moms out there, have a wonderful Mother’s day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310163273864877935-5639652464911394645?l=motherhoodpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Hubby and I will be spending Mother's Day with my mom and mother-in-law. What will you be doing this Mother's Day??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310163273864877935-6661419468021780333?l=motherhoodpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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They move to Alaska for three years, leaving in June. I don't think I will be able to join Addison on her next birthday. Of course, if lots of you buy a copy of &lt;i&gt;Motherhood&lt;/i&gt;, perhaps I can afford that trip to Alaska! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310163273864877935-107511033937797779?l=motherhoodpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It got me to thinking how this isn’t true for all new mothers. Some new mothers suffer from extreme bouts of postpartum depression. It isn’t that those other mothers didn’t want their babies as much as my daughter wanted hers, but after childbirth, the hormonal changes make it difficult for some mothers to cope.&lt;br /&gt;
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My heart goes out to suffering young mothers, who are unable to feel the same joy as our daughter is experiencing. It is not their fault, and they need the support and understanding of family and friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310163273864877935-8054179376708521680?l=motherhoodpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It reminded me that our granddaughter has left the innocent age of infancy, where there is only love and affection, and discipline is not yet a factor. Yet now, it is time to introduce her to the notion of right and wrong. Time for some discipline.&lt;br /&gt;
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Of course one parent’s notion of acceptable discipline is often different from another person’s, as is the appropriate time to begin disciplining. &lt;br /&gt;
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For example, some churches advocate spanking infants. &lt;br /&gt;
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I have only one word for anyone who thinks spanking an infant is ever right …..insane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310163273864877935-4661624640444981171?l=motherhoodpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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