Comments on: "On Being Mom" by Anna Quindlen

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By: Drunken Samurai

Drunken Samurai — Sat, 22 Apr 2006 20:00:00 +0000

Thanks for this Jim, great stuff. Having recently gone through some tought times with my oldest it really hit home. I have a second chance to live in the moment a little more!

By: cw

cw — Fri, 28 Jan 2005 17:30:00 +0000

dammit… i hate it when blogs make my eyes well up while at work…wonderful story. plan on passing it on to several family members who i’m sure will have the same reaction…

By: Tammy

Tammy — Thu, 27 Jan 2005 18:35:00 +0000

This actually brought tears to my eyes. I hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to include it in my own blog. This is something that we all need to remember…to slow down and enjoy our kids while we still can.

By: Anonymous

Anonymous — Fri, 14 Jan 2005 15:48:00 +0000

It’s funny, I suppose, when I think of all the occasions, events, holidays, and festivities that we as a family have insisted on capturing over the course of our children’s’ lives. “Get the camera, Claire’s trying to walk!” …or,“Look at Joey trying on mommy’s shoes; this will make a great movie.”The movies especially turn out wonderful – I’m certainly not complaining. As life moves forward, they will provide the clearest glimpse back, a buttress to memories that grow blurry with the passing of time.Here’s the thing – I want more. I want to remember…The smell of ‘just washed’ hair, as they snuggle up to me while I’m reading a ‘night-night’ book. The feeling of walking in the house to a rousing cheer of ‘Daddy’s home!’ followed by an avalanche of little bodies clambering up into my arms. The warmth of their bodies as I carry them up to bed, having fallen asleep in my arms from a hard days’ play. The simple pleasures of watching them learn something new.There have been times when I lay in bed at night, and I tell myself “This is a day I want to remember, I want to recall all the nuances, all the emotions, all the colors and smells and sounds.” I try to burn images into memory – to actually will myself to capture each vivid detail.It never works though. Oh you can recall the feeling, in a distantly fond kind of way. It’s a good feeling, in that it captures the essence of the memory. You can never go back and relive it though. Not with images, not with movies, certainly not with memories. I cherish each of those things for providing a glimpse back, but I won’t rely on them.I’ll enjoy my memories while they’re happening, and that will be fine.Thanks Jim for the wonderful post.Mike

By: Anonymous

Anonymous — Thu, 13 Jan 2005 20:59:00 +0000

That’s a great essay. Thanks for sharing.Heatherhttp://www.spiritblog.net