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		<title>By: Beth</title>
		<link>http://www.plotmonkeys.com/754/lessons-learned/#comment-64798</link>
		<dc:creator>Beth</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 13 Mar 2008 07:54:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My kids constantly surprise me. Sometimes it's good and sometimes it's not so good. Their surprises have revealed a lot about how they are growing and changing as people. They're constant joys. :grin1:</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My kids constantly surprise me. Sometimes it&#8217;s good and sometimes it&#8217;s not so good. Their surprises have revealed a lot about how they are growing and changing as people. They&#8217;re constant joys. <img src="http://www.plotmonkeys.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/happy-grin1.gif" class="wp-smiley" /></p>
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		<title>By: Julie Leto</title>
		<link>http://www.plotmonkeys.com/754/lessons-learned/#comment-64783</link>
		<dc:creator>Julie Leto</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 13 Mar 2008 02:06:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thanks, Donna.  I will try to take it slow, but it's so hard when there is so much to do!  Your children and grandchildren sound fabulous.  I remember the time I spent with my grandmother so well...we were very, very close.  It's something I wish my daughter could experience, but it's hard because my mother-in-law lives in another city and my mother refuses to retire.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks, Donna.  I will try to take it slow, but it&#8217;s so hard when there is so much to do!  Your children and grandchildren sound fabulous.  I remember the time I spent with my grandmother so well&#8230;we were very, very close.  It&#8217;s something I wish my daughter could experience, but it&#8217;s hard because my mother-in-law lives in another city and my mother refuses to retire.</p>
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		<title>By: Donna M</title>
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		<dc:creator>Donna M</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 13 Mar 2008 01:17:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Julie, Welcome back.  I'm glad that you are feeling better.  Please don't try to do to much to soon this is such a nasty bug that is going around.  Your daughter was so sweet to take care of you.  Sometimes I don't think we give kids enough credit.
My daughters are grown with their own families but throughout the years they have surprised me numerous times, some good and a few bad!  But that is just the way it is.  I'm very proud of them.  My youngest daughter is a single mom &#38; has done a great job with her son.  That boy (!) will be 19 next week &#38; he is such a joy.  We had lunch together a couple of weeks ago, it was so fun.  He always gives me hugs &#38; opens doors and says thank you.  I appreciate that she raised this young man and that he is such a good guy.  My older daughter has also given me two lovely grandchildren that are my other joys!  They are 9 and 12.
Remember to take care Julie and keep getting better.  :pray:</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Julie, Welcome back.  I&#8217;m glad that you are feeling better.  Please don&#8217;t try to do to much to soon this is such a nasty bug that is going around.  Your daughter was so sweet to take care of you.  Sometimes I don&#8217;t think we give kids enough credit.<br />
My daughters are grown with their own families but throughout the years they have surprised me numerous times, some good and a few bad!  But that is just the way it is.  I&#8217;m very proud of them.  My youngest daughter is a single mom &amp; has done a great job with her son.  That boy (!) will be 19 next week &amp; he is such a joy.  We had lunch together a couple of weeks ago, it was so fun.  He always gives me hugs &amp; opens doors and says thank you.  I appreciate that she raised this young man and that he is such a good guy.  My older daughter has also given me two lovely grandchildren that are my other joys!  They are 9 and 12.<br />
Remember to take care Julie and keep getting better.  <img src="http://www.plotmonkeys.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/yahoo-pray.gif" class="wp-smiley" /></p>
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		<title>By: Julie Leto</title>
		<link>http://www.plotmonkeys.com/754/lessons-learned/#comment-64771</link>
		<dc:creator>Julie Leto</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Mar 2008 21:40:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>jenn, that is very special.  You should be very proud.  Clearly, you and your husband are doing something very right to be raising a child who is so sensitive to the feelings of others.  I hope he finds something new very soon.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>jenn, that is very special.  You should be very proud.  Clearly, you and your husband are doing something very right to be raising a child who is so sensitive to the feelings of others.  I hope he finds something new very soon.</p>
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		<title>By: jenn c</title>
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		<dc:creator>jenn c</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Mar 2008 21:09:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My oldest daughter really surprised me recently.  My husband lost his job recently and I have been blown away by how my daughter seems to understand what is going on and how her daddy feels.  She is almost 7 and very smart with her head off in her own world most of the time.  The other day though she gave my husband a card that she made at school telling him how much she loved him and how proud she was of him and that he would find a new job very soon.  It was so special it made me cry.  It just really amazes me how much she understands about her daddy losing his job and what it means and how sweet she can be to her daddy about it all.  All three of my children are very special to me and surprise me all the time but this was just something really special that I know my husband will remember for a very long time.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My oldest daughter really surprised me recently.  My husband lost his job recently and I have been blown away by how my daughter seems to understand what is going on and how her daddy feels.  She is almost 7 and very smart with her head off in her own world most of the time.  The other day though she gave my husband a card that she made at school telling him how much she loved him and how proud she was of him and that he would find a new job very soon.  It was so special it made me cry.  It just really amazes me how much she understands about her daddy losing his job and what it means and how sweet she can be to her daddy about it all.  All three of my children are very special to me and surprise me all the time but this was just something really special that I know my husband will remember for a very long time.</p>
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		<title>By: Julie Leto</title>
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		<dc:creator>Julie Leto</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Mar 2008 21:04:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Paula, you're a fabulous daughter!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Paula, you&#8217;re a fabulous daughter!</p>
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		<title>By: Julie Leto</title>
		<link>http://www.plotmonkeys.com/754/lessons-learned/#comment-64767</link>
		<dc:creator>Julie Leto</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Mar 2008 20:55:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Rhonda, on behalf of the mother of a daughter, I bow to you!  I know you're raising your son right...daughter, too, of course!  You're so involved in their lives and that makes all the difference.

Estella, that's amazing.  I'm so sorry you had to experience that life, but your children are the prize for your strength.  Hugs!

Kelly, I think I just melted!  God, 4 is the cutest age!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Rhonda, on behalf of the mother of a daughter, I bow to you!  I know you&#8217;re raising your son right&#8230;daughter, too, of course!  You&#8217;re so involved in their lives and that makes all the difference.</p>
<p>Estella, that&#8217;s amazing.  I&#8217;m so sorry you had to experience that life, but your children are the prize for your strength.  Hugs!</p>
<p>Kelly, I think I just melted!  God, 4 is the cutest age!</p>
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		<title>By: Paula R.</title>
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		<dc:creator>Paula R.</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Mar 2008 20:54:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Welcome back Jules...I am so glad that you are feeling better...missed seeing you in the jungle...

your daughter is awesome to do that for you...I don't have kids, but I can tell you what I did when my mom was sick...I was the "mom" when she was ill...I cooked and cleaned for her, brought her meds and everything...it felt really weird taking care of the woman who took care of me when me or my brothers got sick...gave me a taste of what it will be like when I have to take care of her as she gets older...that's my story...I am gonna read all the other posts now...

Peace and love,
Paula R.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Welcome back Jules&#8230;I am so glad that you are feeling better&#8230;missed seeing you in the jungle&#8230;</p>
<p>your daughter is awesome to do that for you&#8230;I don&#8217;t have kids, but I can tell you what I did when my mom was sick&#8230;I was the &#8220;mom&#8221; when she was ill&#8230;I cooked and cleaned for her, brought her meds and everything&#8230;it felt really weird taking care of the woman who took care of me when me or my brothers got sick&#8230;gave me a taste of what it will be like when I have to take care of her as she gets older&#8230;that&#8217;s my story&#8230;I am gonna read all the other posts now&#8230;</p>
<p>Peace and love,<br />
Paula R.</p>
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		<title>By: Kelly F.</title>
		<link>http://www.plotmonkeys.com/754/lessons-learned/#comment-64764</link>
		<dc:creator>Kelly F.</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Mar 2008 20:43:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My daughter who is turning 4 on Friday (God that is depressing for me) says and does the darndest things.  Last week I was dying with back pain and when I came home from work I got on the floor and she sat next to me all concerned.  Then she said "Momma, let me rub your back and make you feel better."  I smiled and let her rub my back but then she lifted up the back of my shirt and kissed my back and told me that she would just kiss it and make it all better.   She just makes me smile no matter how bad of a day I am having.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My daughter who is turning 4 on Friday (God that is depressing for me) says and does the darndest things.  Last week I was dying with back pain and when I came home from work I got on the floor and she sat next to me all concerned.  Then she said &#8220;Momma, let me rub your back and make you feel better.&#8221;  I smiled and let her rub my back but then she lifted up the back of my shirt and kissed my back and told me that she would just kiss it and make it all better.   She just makes me smile no matter how bad of a day I am having.</p>
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		<title>By: Estella</title>
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		<dc:creator>Estella</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Mar 2008 20:30:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My kids shielded me from an abusive husband--said he had to go thru them to get to me. He never touched them. A couple of them were still pre-teen.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My kids shielded me from an abusive husband&#8211;said he had to go thru them to get to me. He never touched them. A couple of them were still pre-teen.</p>
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