tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617426134849640048.post2818684195331186137..comments2023-11-03T07:36:08.643-04:00Comments on The View From Here: Mother, May I?Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617426134849640048.post-9319212211737803952008-11-14T17:39:00.000-05:002008-11-14T17:39:00.000-05:00I wish my Mama would've told me about her first fi...I wish my Mama would've told me about her first fiance BEFORE my Daddy. Sounds like he was a winner, but unfortunately I just had to piece together info from her college yearbook autographs talking about the "ice" on her finger....interesting? Yes, interesting indeed.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617426134849640048.post-26109828099575093452008-11-14T11:17:00.000-05:002008-11-14T11:17:00.000-05:00all i say u will never know until u have kids, the...all i say u will never know until u have kids, the worse thing for me is folk who domnt have kids telling me as a parent how i should raise them, like white folks telling me i know what it is like to be black - so we should catch ourselves - u may get advice from fools (folks wo kids)All-Mi-T [Thought Crime] Rawdawgbuffalohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08843040863123899426noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617426134849640048.post-13483039440396283532008-11-14T10:20:00.000-05:002008-11-14T10:20:00.000-05:00I grew up thinking my mother was a saint ... that ...I grew up thinking my mother was a saint ... that she could do no wrong ... was never tempted or placed in harms ways ... and as a child this created a fear in me... I often chose lying over truth because I didnt want her thinking this is no child of mine ...<BR/><BR/>As I have grown older I realize how fragile and strong she is all in one ... I hear stories now... that relatives allow to slip to me because Im older... and I remember some of them as a child... but was to naive to realize that was going on ... not all are nice... and some infuriate me ... <BR/><BR/>and I realize that my parents mother chose to shield me because those were issues and things that a young child should not necessarily need to carry on their shoulders ... in my teenage years I wish she had been more open about EVERYTHING... as opposed to the standard pray about it and read your bible ... while the Lord works in mysterious ways ... instant gratification was the stuff of my teen years ... <BR/><BR/>but then I think perhaps that was her legacy to me ...not perfection ...but grace... that oh so impenetrable grace under fire ... <BR/><BR/>as the years progress both she and my father open up more and more ... and I think I am fine with the rate at which it progresses ... because I am not sure I could handle it all in one chunk ... <BR/><BR/>what will I do with my children... my hope is to be as open as open can be... but looking foward and wondering can always be deceiving ... who knows how Ill react in the moment ... when I then have someone else life to guard, protect, and nourish ...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com