tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14484567.post3173312872740091559..comments2024-01-18T03:37:05.392-05:00Comments on • CLEW'S BLUES •: Strangers Among Usclewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11160166319971765227noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14484567.post-90860995305395386492008-01-05T09:20:00.000-05:002008-01-05T09:20:00.000-05:00Ah Clew, I can so relate. My parents came and sta...Ah Clew, I can so relate. My parents came and stayed with us this holiday - and there's been quite some tension over the fact that they moved out of state a few years back. I so long for the childhood of my memories for my own children - complete with grandparents and dinners and laughter. But yet....it seems that things change. <BR/><BR/>I so know how you feel sistah.Rebeccahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00747583945280534950noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14484567.post-55656704781404842552008-01-01T17:10:00.000-05:002008-01-01T17:10:00.000-05:00I sometimes wonder if my stepdaughters could write...I sometimes wonder if my stepdaughters could write this about their dad. I try to write to them often, hug them and ask them about their personal lives, etc. when we are together...but he is more detached. I see them longing for a closeness that he seems unable to give them, though I know he loves them very much. Though I'm very close to my mom, there have been times I feel I've disappointed her greatly, though she has always been very complimentary and loving... Maybe it is really disappointment I feel towards myself. I don't think men ever feel this. Perhaps we never outgrow wanting to feel wanted or accepted.Lorihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05334129707341089450noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14484567.post-89512628436653487052008-01-01T08:17:00.000-05:002008-01-01T08:17:00.000-05:00Hey, You can Pick your Friends and you can Pick...Hey,<BR/><BR/> You can Pick your Friends and you can Pick your nose, But your born into your Family. <BR/><BR/>Pick good freinds and big greenies and you'll be fine.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14484567.post-20761044102153794492007-12-31T19:45:00.000-05:002007-12-31T19:45:00.000-05:00((((Clew))))Not so long ago, I blurted out to my g...((((Clew))))<BR/><BR/>Not so long ago, I blurted out to my grandma while talking on the phone how I knew that I had not turned out the way she thought I should have. She responded by saying that she was very proud of me. I have often thought because I didn't marry and have 2.5 kids that I stood out as this oddity to my family. But when she responded quickly with sincerity, I knew that I had been harder on myself than perhaps they would ever be. So, I can only speak for myself, but what you typed made me think of that conversation as of recent.<BR/><BR/>Hugs and Happy New Year!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14484567.post-70394867973853789542007-12-31T11:02:00.000-05:002007-12-31T11:02:00.000-05:00I have been lucky and I think I sometimes take my ...I have been lucky and I think I sometimes take my family for granted. As you know, my parents live on my street, my sister just a couple blocks away and my husbands brother lives two subs over. We are VERY fortunate that everyone is so close and everyone gets along. <BR/><BR/>I'm not very good with words sometimes when it is something I am not familiar with, but I do know what you are saying and I do understand your feelings. <BR/><BR/>Hugs Clewy!Nellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06534420799222985914noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14484567.post-91848418930784381492007-12-31T07:11:00.000-05:002007-12-31T07:11:00.000-05:00You know what brought me comfort when I would dwel...You know what brought me comfort when I would dwell too long on the 'injustices' of my childhood...this poem by Russell Kelfer:<BR/><BR/>"You are who you are for a reason.<BR/>You're part of an intricate plan.<BR/>You're a precious and perfect unique design,<BR/>called God's special woman or man.<BR/>You look like you look for a reason.<BR/>Our God made no mistake.<BR/>he knit you together within the womb, you're just what he wanted to make.<BR/>The parents you had were the ones he chose,<BR/>and no matter how you may feel,<BR/>they were custom-designed with God's plan in mind,<BR/>and they bear the Master's seal.<BR/>No, that trauma you faced was not easy.<BR/>And God wept that it hurt you so;<BR/>but it was allowed to shape your heart<BR/>so that into his likeness you'd grow.<BR/>You are who you are for a reason,<BR/>You've been formed by the Master's rod.<BR/>You are who you are, beloved,<BR/>because there is a God."<BR/><BR/>When I think about parenting this is what I think: as a parent I know I love my child to the ends of the earth, I also know that I am doing the best that I know how, as a parent, at this specific point in time. I believe this is how our parents felt. They loved us in the only way that they knew how at that specific point in time. I also believe that the reluctance to hug and show affection is more generational than personal.<BR/><BR/>We can't ask or expect our parents to be something they were not meant to be. Just as we cannot ask our children to meet our expectations and be something other than what they were meant to be. <BR/><BR/>I understand the longing for an extended family that pokes their nose into your back door on a daily basis (grin)...but certain families carry a 'toxicity' with them that bleeds into your 'immediate' family. And for me, the most important family that I have is my husband and daughter. It is my job to protect myself and them from 'toxicity'.<BR/><BR/>As adult children, we will always love our parents...even when we think we hate them..it's because we love them. However, it doesn't mean we have to like them.<BR/><BR/>Sorry so long ;)What I meant to say is that I understand.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14484567.post-91078686829647588672007-12-31T06:34:00.000-05:002007-12-31T06:34:00.000-05:00I could almost write this post world for word. I ...I could almost write this post world for word. I feel the same way that you do. HUGS from me!!!Spellcasterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01470391216892189204noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14484567.post-71859697859601773402007-12-30T23:46:00.000-05:002007-12-30T23:46:00.000-05:00And you,my dear, are our family too. And we feel ...And you,my dear, are our family too. And we feel that closeness with you and hope you do with us. I can't replace your Mom, nor would I ever want to, but I do feel the closeness with you I feel toward Naive! I just don't get to see you or talk with you as often! Know that you are much loved from this end and sending many, many hugs to hold you over till we see each other again!Martiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18049225962948888764noreply@blogger.com