tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387313653417602858.post7724109921607325661..comments2023-05-02T02:25:02.344-06:00Comments on Nifty Nancy: The end of a swimming seasonNancy Campbell Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14913848272555361205noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387313653417602858.post-2267741458260983412009-01-30T19:58:00.000-07:002009-01-30T19:58:00.000-07:00I laughed I cried and I related totally to the par...I laughed I cried and I related totally to the part where it's hard to watch them grow up. Thanks that was what I needed today. You are such a good Mom! She will always remember you were there. No matter what it took to get there it was worth it.TRIBE'Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15397013024731998499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387313653417602858.post-33245971888537127272009-01-30T20:08:00.000-07:002009-01-30T20:08:00.000-07:00Hmmm Been there, done that. But you know what? ...Hmmm Been there, done that. But you know what? Being a mom is the most exciting, fulfilling adventure on earth. Maybe the most frustrating too. But oh the rewards!Jenniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15623353613539928215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387313653417602858.post-81350989891624695562009-01-30T22:17:00.000-07:002009-01-30T22:17:00.000-07:00Nancy, that was great. I loved the inner dialogue....Nancy, that was great. I loved the inner dialogue. I laughed because I can so relate.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07309796964051751033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387313653417602858.post-27497511711594191782009-01-30T22:50:00.000-07:002009-01-30T22:50:00.000-07:00Thanks, you guys. I'm waiting for the day where my...Thanks, you guys. I'm waiting for the day where my kids tell me they're so sorry for everything obnoxious they ever did and thank me for my wisdom.<br><br>That day does come, right? :-)Nancy Campbell Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14913848272555361205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387313653417602858.post-91378272368319819082009-02-01T10:51:00.001-07:002009-02-01T10:51:00.001-07:00Drat that inner voice. Right now mine's telling me...Drat that inner voice. Right now mine's telling me how evil I am for not going to church. The fact that I was up all night with crampy legs and terrible nightmares and then woke with the need to stay very close to a bathroom is not a good enough reason to miss church. Grrr. <br><br>And yes, that day does eventually come. I apologized to my mother when I was about 40.Karlenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02771306878095218330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387313653417602858.post-76064082917471392982009-02-01T10:51:00.000-07:002009-02-01T10:51:00.000-07:00(My children were all teenagers then.)(My children were all teenagers then.)Karlenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02771306878095218330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3387313653417602858.post-4613196548846595092009-02-01T13:05:00.000-07:002009-02-01T13:05:00.000-07:00Oooh, Karlene, I hope you're feeling better soon. ...Oooh, Karlene, I hope you're feeling better soon. It's funny- nothing short of death appeases the inner voice when it comes to church stuff. ;-)Nancy Campbell Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14913848272555361205noreply@blogger.com