tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33752164.post4762619721869724683..comments2023-07-12T06:26:17.735-02:00Comments on Motherhood Deleted: Memories Untwisted and RevealedRobinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07580241881953821182noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33752164.post-7837500481610048872010-09-17T17:24:29.549-02:002010-09-17T17:24:29.549-02:00Another heartbreaking but beautiful and eloquent p...Another heartbreaking but beautiful and eloquent post.J. Marie Jamesonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13332149448125750269noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33752164.post-84353677427192025342010-09-16T13:37:03.049-02:002010-09-16T13:37:03.049-02:00I could say "ditto" too, and you brought...I could say "ditto" too, and you brought tears to my eyes for all of us that were young and alone and abandoned by those who we thought loved us and who we loved. So many of these feelings and thoughts are so inside my head, over and over again, still hidden from the world, that it seems odd to me to see someone else express them. How did you know what I was thinking? I was so alone. Today will be a day of reflection of that sad pain and loss. And yet now with a realization that there are kindred spirits out there that know my innermost feelings.Kathynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33752164.post-77946021124330770152010-09-16T13:31:46.197-02:002010-09-16T13:31:46.197-02:00I am sitting at my desk at work crying, after read...I am sitting at my desk at work crying, after reading this. Oh my gosh...<br /><br />The last two lines really got me..."She needs all the love I can give her. She's had a rough time of it."<br /><br />She sure does...Stephanienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33752164.post-63761893952240384132010-09-16T13:22:52.540-02:002010-09-16T13:22:52.540-02:00Your post, as often happens, rang a bell that had ...Your post, as often happens, rang a bell that had been tinkling in my mind a lot recently, too. How our minds protect us from the sad, tragic truth! <br /><br />I know that there is a picture out in my storage of me at 4 months pregnant, with swollen breasts and sad eye, knowing the child in my womb, a secret to my family yet, was in danger of being taken from me. I can't go look for the picture. <br /><br />I can't go look for the set of pictures taken by my father weeks before my pregnancy occurred, when my son's father and I posed for him, smiling, happy, in love. They are too paiful, even now. I want to find them. I know they exist, but they will have to wait for a later day. The CONFIDENTIAL Senior Class picture did me in. Who knows what those will do. <br /><br />Later, when I am stronger, when I can again look that young woman in the eyes and tell her I am sorry. I wish....Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17088288948654864117noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33752164.post-83838255455846669612010-09-16T11:28:33.907-02:002010-09-16T11:28:33.907-02:00Wow, this was difficult to read, as you express th...Wow, this was difficult to read, as you express that pain all too well. But, you do so beautifully and powerfully, as always. I could "ditto" so many of the things you write in here, particularly how your mind and heart made you remember every moment of labor, etc., knowing it might be all you had. This was my experience, as well.<br /><br />I wish I could go back in time and make everything all right for that beautiful young lady with the sad, haunted eyes.Laura in Mobilenoreply@blogger.com