tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33752164.post5349413262425749878..comments2023-07-12T06:26:17.735-02:00Comments on Motherhood Deleted: Counting the Blossoms On My TreeRobinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07580241881953821182noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33752164.post-74115828308407964732011-01-02T23:45:59.406-02:002011-01-02T23:45:59.406-02:00Thank you, Lori. How kind and sweet of you to post...Thank you, Lori. How kind and sweet of you to post that.Robinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07580241881953821182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33752164.post-46731031288097864652011-01-02T23:42:30.468-02:002011-01-02T23:42:30.468-02:00Robin, you are a wonderfully interesting person. M...Robin, you are a wonderfully interesting person. May you live to be comfortably old...may your words live on beyond you and me!Lorihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05815710859859029536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33752164.post-21222559897439959512011-01-02T20:22:57.090-02:002011-01-02T20:22:57.090-02:00Deciding not to justify anything, a great gift to ...Deciding not to justify anything, a great gift to ourselves.Happy New Year.Vonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17421069895155350144noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33752164.post-2681728233242670752011-01-02T16:27:21.674-02:002011-01-02T16:27:21.674-02:00By all means, use it, Sandy. Anything we can do, s...By all means, use it, Sandy. Anything we can do, symbolic or otherwise, has merit.Robinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07580241881953821182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33752164.post-35899846099030215932011-01-02T16:22:12.040-02:002011-01-02T16:22:12.040-02:00Oh, Gale, that is a beautiful idea! I really like...Oh, Gale, that is a beautiful idea! I really like that. Maybe that is something we can do in SMAAC, as a project! Very cool idea! Robin, could we use your poem? <br /><br />I love this. I love the beginning of the new year! It is a blank slate, a chance to start all over again. The calendar is full of empty space for me to fill in with good and loving things, or mean and nasty, my choice. Endless possibilities...Every year we get the chance to begin again. I love that.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17088288948654864117noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33752164.post-64504163496356842122011-01-02T14:16:08.931-02:002011-01-02T14:16:08.931-02:00"I don't know where we will be with our s..."I don't know where we will be with our search for acknowledgement and justice this time next year or if it will even advance very much. But one of the blossoms on my tree is the deep and abiding knowledge of the righteousness of our cause. I no longer have to justify it to anyone."<br /><br />Your statement above is so right on Robin. I would like to add one thing.<br /><br />That those that are closest to us our grown adult "children"<br />And our surviving parents, siblings, acknowledge our cause along with the grave injustice done to us as mothers and our babies we loved and love.<br /><br />Beautiful poem I am going to plant a tree this spring that flowers as a tribute to we mothers.<br /><br />GaleAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com