tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678158103626624695.post8416417404144340931..comments2023-10-08T11:46:38.104-07:00Comments on Tatum Time: One of Those DaysAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10223228768595705300noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678158103626624695.post-44015979569123035712013-04-05T07:50:11.398-07:002013-04-05T07:50:11.398-07:00I've had those moments, too. Lately in Wal-Ma...I've had those moments, too. Lately in Wal-Mart, I see a lot of 2-3 year olds, being just their age. And moms are frustrated and my heart breaks, not just for them but for me, too. And the moments with my other kids, too. No worries, Tatum doesn't expect the family to be perfect. She just wants the love, and you guys do love, beautifully. Hugs my friend. Does it help having visitors, or is it just more exhausting and take time from your family? I'd love to come see you, but really don't want to intrude.CompatibleWithJoyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15804848700505881466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1678158103626624695.post-59289647982171335962013-04-05T00:10:20.120-07:002013-04-05T00:10:20.120-07:00I know what you mean by wanting to talk to a stran...I know what you mean by wanting to talk to a stranger. After our babies died I was in a store. A mother was there with her daughter and she was mad at her and shaking her arm because her daughter was playing and and not behaving the way she thought she should. I told the woman how lucky she was in my head instead of telling her out loud for fear of not being able to keep my tender emotions under control and coming across as a freak. The woman wasn't necessarily abusing her daughter she was just frustrated with her daughter. All I wanted to do was to tell her that I would have given anything to have been in her shoes. Instead I just stood there and watched them both as tears filled my eyes. XOXOXOXO I love you my friend!Michellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06231553836887058465noreply@blogger.com