tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-545465610500649673.post8268410436351565953..comments2023-10-18T08:13:44.850-07:00Comments on Rooster Calls: Mom EyesUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-545465610500649673.post-21096039899292486872008-08-21T19:38:00.000-07:002008-08-21T19:38:00.000-07:00Excellent post. It's all about finding the common...Excellent post. It's all about finding the common threads we share as humans.Niksmomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14715465327343655483noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-545465610500649673.post-78081783875026854702008-08-21T06:29:00.000-07:002008-08-21T06:29:00.000-07:00Yes, what can be stranger is watching other people...Yes, what can be stranger is watching other people get them. I was the first of my friends to have kids, and I think they thought the way my perspective changed was really... odd. <BR/><BR/>Then they started having babies. <BR/><BR/>I actually had one call and apologize for giving me child-rearing lectures for years. <BR/><BR/>And with my Mom eyes, I now also have Special Needs Eyes. Screaming children take on a whole new dimension. The "wild child" on the playground is so clearly ADHD, or SPD, or even autistic... and you really can't say much to the poor mom, who thinks the struggles she is having are "normal" or her own fault, except, "wow, that looks familiar. Can I help?" or other invitations to let them talk...Joeymomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08254601805621175842noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-545465610500649673.post-14872790927275410322008-08-20T08:23:00.000-07:002008-08-20T08:23:00.000-07:00Excellent post (and so glad you're "back")I had a ...Excellent post (and so glad you're "back")<BR/><BR/>I had a similar experience with an old high school beau when I was not yet a mom. This dear friend had a brain tumor shortly after we had graduated from college. I couldn't wrap my mind around it.<BR/><BR/>Fast forward 14 years, one month after my own son has a massive brain tumor removed and his future is uncertain, and I get an email out of the blue from the very same beau. I hadn't heard from him in at least 10 years, and the universe/God sent him back to me to be a source of comfort and experience in a time of dire need. <BR/><BR/>Even when I had learned of his health struggles years ago, I thought of his dear, sweet, quiet mom, and how she must have felt. Now I know.pixiemamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15343744406666443879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-545465610500649673.post-56090148813682548602008-08-20T06:01:00.000-07:002008-08-20T06:01:00.000-07:00Mmmmmm. Really good post- this might be one of yo...Mmmmmm. Really good post- this might be one of your best. Thanks.<BR/><BR/>I've been noticing the "mom eyes" effect as I watch the Olympics- specifically Michael Phelps- his mom and sisters and... no dad. Ouch. He climbs up there to hug his family and I think about all the hours they've put in to his training and how much harder it probably was without another grownup to help, and how hard it is for a boy to grow up without a dad... <BR/><BR/>Definitely a different perspective than I would have had Before Kids.gretchenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16104742026667801816noreply@blogger.com