tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19402707.post2103935134382753045..comments2023-11-03T02:57:13.789-05:00Comments on The Adventures of TriSaraTops: Course MapsTrisaratopshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03516116052466206839noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19402707.post-49171111308113369962012-02-16T21:45:41.120-05:002012-02-16T21:45:41.120-05:00you have a great perspective. this, for me, ranks...you have a great perspective. this, for me, ranks up there with your "letter to my pregnant self" post. that rocks that that other mom said everyone was talking and saying you were doing the right thing.Clarehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13062114889126850617noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19402707.post-77136865809549514942012-02-16T19:11:33.059-05:002012-02-16T19:11:33.059-05:00...and now I'M CRYING. Life is weird, isn'......and now I'M CRYING. Life is weird, isn't it? We're always trying to push ourselves, second-guess ourselves (especially as women and mothers). When really, in the end, we're all doing JUST FINE. Amen! You just keep being the great mom/woman you are.Michellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01292678542833662248noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19402707.post-80135376911005154132012-02-15T13:30:24.180-05:002012-02-15T13:30:24.180-05:00I took my young, shy, daughter to gymnastics, socc...I took my young, shy, daughter to gymnastics, soccer, swim lessons, day camp, etc. She wanted NOTHING of them No part of it. After exposing her to several activities, I just stood back and told her to pick one thing she think she might like to do, and that was the end of it. I didn't push anymore. She chose dance/ballet (I was a horrible "ballet mom" and made fun of those who were living vicariously through their kids) and is still loving and now teaching little ones how to enjoy movement and dance. I still have nightmares of dropping her off early at day care and picking her up late because I had a conference out of town to attend...feel so guilty! She assures me she doesn't remember and that she loves me now...and that's all that matters. <br />You ARE doing a great job!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19402707.post-34260618858023152462012-02-15T11:58:22.154-05:002012-02-15T11:58:22.154-05:00Great story..We ARE all on the same team!! My you...Great story..We ARE all on the same team!! My youngest son did the same thing at lessons but loves the water? If they came with a manual, parenting would be boring??? So good luck on all your endeavors and I applaud the woman who gave you your much needed hug. -Becky SBeckyShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12868200383683089099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19402707.post-24737899609050751852012-02-15T10:58:34.775-05:002012-02-15T10:58:34.775-05:00I don't have any kids, but reading the beginni...I don't have any kids, but reading the beginning of this, I wanted to hug you and say, you are doing the right thing. I'm glad someone else did. It's so hard.Katiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10004930640458109084noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19402707.post-79825860315956541542012-02-15T10:50:13.574-05:002012-02-15T10:50:13.574-05:00Such a great and honest post - we are all on the s...Such a great and honest post - we are all on the same team. :)Alilihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18197122641986359703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19402707.post-31717042620518074432012-02-14T18:05:18.251-05:002012-02-14T18:05:18.251-05:00Fabulous post- well said. I have 2 boys 7 and 2 a...Fabulous post- well said. I have 2 boys 7 and 2 and you've summed it all up quite nicely. Thanks for the reminder. It's phrases like:" I was glad I'm strong. Glad I've had both that Hill that Makes Me Cry and this love that is so strong it makes me cry. Knowing that no meltdown is permanent, that no hill goes forever. And at the top there will always be a team willing to cheer me up or hand me a kleenax and give me a hug, depending upon the situation." That will encourage me through thetimes I cannot control. Thanks Sara!Crazy Jhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03566993486236330304noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19402707.post-88055622187476949712012-02-14T09:12:43.194-05:002012-02-14T09:12:43.194-05:00I took both of my girls swimming last night. I...I took both of my girls swimming last night. I'm trying to teach the eldest how to swim and get more comfortable in the water, so I feel your pain. Trying to get her to complete movements for her own safety takes a lot of practice. Stick with it. they will understand one day. And when you know you're doing the right thing, don't let their own self-doubts cloud your judgement. You have to make them into the teenagers that you want and create the adults you want them to be. It's our only focus as parents.Carolina Johnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14834384961037080805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19402707.post-24274975003406594262012-02-13T18:42:28.515-05:002012-02-13T18:42:28.515-05:00Oh, you just made me cry and cry. The post-kid bra...Oh, you just made me cry and cry. The post-kid brain is indeed different... just like the post-triathlon brain (OK, so maybe in a different way. But still.) But we're all on the same team here! Hang in there!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11969431781356159701noreply@blogger.com