tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065523489084216043.post971807937748854176..comments2023-10-30T08:38:53.364-07:00Comments on Give a Girl a Fig: change.Michelle @ Give a Girl a Fighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020971191511530538noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065523489084216043.post-81181130581893982392010-06-13T11:35:07.373-07:002010-06-13T11:35:07.373-07:00you are so right, it goes by in the blink of an ey...you are so right, it goes by in the blink of an eye. seems just a few years ago my youngest would come and see me every lunch recess (i work at her school) and be so glad to see me, now she is in 7th grade and well, you know middle school, its just not cool to go see your mom. i cried the other day when she got rid of a lot of her 'little girl' things from her room, in fact i sat on her bed and bawled. but, you are right, it is lif and the way it should be.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065523489084216043.post-68630942057014130002010-06-12T12:49:08.181-07:002010-06-12T12:49:08.181-07:00Aw!Aw!Kelly Cookhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07859487060142048869noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065523489084216043.post-87857841798664855872010-06-12T09:40:59.806-07:002010-06-12T09:40:59.806-07:00Michelle, please don't make me cry. I made it ...Michelle, please don't make me cry. I made it through Clay's 8th grade dance without a tear, last night. Although it was a little touch and go when I helped him with his tie. But a couple of weeks ago, just catching a glance of him outside in the backyard, I lost my breath seeing how much he has changed. Happy, Relieved tears ran.Tiahttp://www.theboyzmomma.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065523489084216043.post-23793051460322816152010-06-11T16:56:56.711-07:002010-06-11T16:56:56.711-07:00I have sixth grade graduation next week. I think ...I have sixth grade graduation next week. I think the hardest thing for me is going to be when my girls start their periods. I sure indicator that they are growing up.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065523489084216043.post-83620797638661033742010-06-11T11:26:08.483-07:002010-06-11T11:26:08.483-07:00And it happens to grandkids, too! My grandson is ...And it happens to grandkids, too! My grandson is 15 years old...his voice has changed. He looks more male. Soon he will be an adult and there will be no more "little grandson" hugs. Waaagh! There should be a law........WhiteStonehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00345496310218224780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065523489084216043.post-51872206538696566172010-06-11T10:46:52.900-07:002010-06-11T10:46:52.900-07:00Okay, so now I'm a little weepy too just readi...Okay, so now I'm a little weepy too just reading this.<br /><br />I hug my little guy every day because I know how fast it goes. I try to remember that God is teaching us lessons too, about nurturing and setting them free to be individuals who will take care of themselves AND still love us.<br /><br />(I think I'm going to be one of those annoying mothers who call their sons every week. I might as well warn him now. hee, hee.)<br /><br />Have a peaceful weekend Michelle, and enjoy every moment. ~ ConnyConnyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07742442227395727646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065523489084216043.post-89867360063953119462010-06-11T10:03:27.129-07:002010-06-11T10:03:27.129-07:00awwww, i know how you feel..i went through that ov...awwww, i know how you feel..i went through that overwhelm-edness when Arabella started preschool. It's exciting but I mourned for the days gone by. My friend just had a baby and boy was my uterus talking to me. LOL.Elysehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02270064477032387240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065523489084216043.post-36134210252022461712010-06-11T09:15:35.629-07:002010-06-11T09:15:35.629-07:00I know exactly where you are. I went through thos...I know exactly where you are. I went through those same emotions each time one of mine graduated. And especially when the last one left...my son. Wow. I cried when he got married. Ha. I'll have to be honest and say I was at a loss as a mom after they all left home and had families of their own. I felt I was not needed anymore. But once those grandbabies came...Oh my! Watch out world. <br />You will get through it. It's okay to cry and "grieve" as you would say. It doesn't mean we aren't happy for them, excited for them growing up. In fact, it rather surprises me that they say things like they still need me for certain things now. They don't want me to move away...things like that. (You would never know it..ha) <br />It's a life process, and one that as we grow older it will bring us many fond memories, tears of joy, some sad, but mostly a warm fuzzy feeling of contentment knowing we were blessed to have raised a family. <br />It's all good. <br />Love you girl! Go eat some chocolate. Ha. <br />And yes...I love the dipping bread too at Macaroni Grills. You are too funny! <br />xoxoxoxoMarihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02297424745531114629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065523489084216043.post-1487578915307012492010-06-11T09:09:37.157-07:002010-06-11T09:09:37.157-07:00If it makes you feel better, I cried at high schoo...If it makes you feel better, I cried at high school graduation this year just thinking about my oldest being a graduate next year. We need to be sure and savor every moment...Nancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10282795765966618930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065523489084216043.post-42115738666766621902010-06-11T09:09:24.881-07:002010-06-11T09:09:24.881-07:00Often, when I'm feeling particularly overwhelm...Often, when I'm feeling particularly overwhelmed with <i>life</i>, something that should have been a twinge of bittersweet sadness will send me into a crying fit. I just need the release, I guess. My Bug is going into middle school this year too (it starts in 6th grade here), and I can't believe she has grown into a young lady before my eyes. I miss her sweet baby smell and precocious exploration of the world. Goodness, I want another child (or five)! Anyway, my heart is with you, dear friend.Thttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18006432359994665554noreply@blogger.com