tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29674249.post7791744321320284028..comments2023-09-26T04:56:13.105-07:00Comments on Guilty With An Explanation: The Ides of Marchheartinsanfranciscohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07535397382991383931noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29674249.post-53749888419938815082007-03-22T18:56:00.000-07:002007-03-22T18:56:00.000-07:00Katrice,I confess that I was hoping you would comm...Katrice,<BR/><BR/>I confess that I was hoping you would comment on this post even though your beautiful and loving mother left this earth much too soon.<BR/><BR/>As always, you give me something to think of that has never occurred to me before, that I might have inspired her. I always considered that she was the inspiration for the younger women in my family. Thank you for that.<BR/><BR/>I also appreciate your noting that my portrayal was even-handed and honest. I wasn't sure about including the less positive parts, but opted for balance. <BR/><BR/>It shouldn't be surprising that you understand me so well by now. But it's still such a lovely gift.heartinsanfranciscohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07535397382991383931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29674249.post-83946348320368095262007-03-22T18:33:00.000-07:002007-03-22T18:33:00.000-07:00I'm catching up, so I'm extremely late, but I just...I'm catching up, so I'm extremely late, but I just had to say...<BR/><BR/>I clearly see how you were your mother's inspiration for the accomplishments she made later in life. Docile and subservient, she was used to. Gutsy and independent, she had to be exposed to. Maybe you helped her to rediscover a part of herself that life and marriage had buried.<BR/><BR/>Your mom was a remarkable woman. Thanks for your balanced and truthful portrayal of her.<BR/><BR/>You are so gifted.katricehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08336539038616743309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29674249.post-66171457413602462652007-03-18T21:34:00.000-07:002007-03-18T21:34:00.000-07:00Catie,Thank you! About the dancing lessons - she ...Catie,<BR/><BR/>Thank you! <BR/><BR/>About the dancing lessons - she could afford it. I couldn't. You had jazz dance later, though. You were great. Also, I never had a pony. :)<BR/><BR/>I especially like that picture, although there were so many to choose from. She always did look beautiful, didn't she? Just like you.heartinsanfranciscohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07535397382991383931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29674249.post-11287812185808595542007-03-18T20:50:00.000-07:002007-03-18T20:50:00.000-07:00Beautiful, Mom.(even though oddly... you never let...Beautiful, Mom.<BR/>(even though oddly... you never let ME have ballet lessons or patent leather mary janes, so you were clearly still conflicted! - I am saying this with a smile-- it's just funny how you fought your own daughter on something you wanted your mother to give. I suppose in that way, everything comes full circle.)<BR/>More importantly, what a lovely post.. and what an amazing picture of Grandma. Thanks.Anonyme.https://www.blogger.com/profile/03867987699967121207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29674249.post-49469662479035610152007-03-17T21:13:00.000-07:002007-03-17T21:13:00.000-07:00Star,You're so sweet to say that. Hopefully, we a...Star,<BR/><BR/>You're so sweet to say that. Hopefully, we all live on as long as there are those who loved us still walking the earth.heartinsanfranciscohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07535397382991383931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29674249.post-73977593391775307302007-03-17T20:08:00.000-07:002007-03-17T20:08:00.000-07:00you made me cry.and you carry your mother in your ...you made me cry.<BR/>and you carry your mother in your life and writing so she lives on.MartiniCocoahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12509335664000215080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29674249.post-85034805307759542912007-03-17T18:27:00.000-07:002007-03-17T18:27:00.000-07:00Molly,It IS hard because even though we love them ...Molly,<BR/><BR/>It IS hard because even though we love them equally, we love them in different ways. And sometimes attention is distributed according to who seems to need us the most at a given time. <BR/><BR/>Thank you for coming by. You have a great blog, which I've bookmarked for easy access.heartinsanfranciscohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07535397382991383931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29674249.post-75436301043535258612007-03-17T17:37:00.000-07:002007-03-17T17:37:00.000-07:00Just stumbled over from LGS---so glad I did! Your ...Just stumbled over from LGS---so glad I did! Your tribute to your mother was very moving. It is a hard row to hoe, making sure our children feel that we love them all equally....mollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03797484583400519909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29674249.post-20763937869627734142007-03-16T22:14:00.000-07:002007-03-16T22:14:00.000-07:00Bob,What a nice and thoughtful comment. It is cert...Bob,<BR/><BR/>What a nice and thoughtful comment. It is certainly true that being a parent changes our perspective on so many things, even our own youth.<BR/><BR/>The old saying, "Too soon old, too late smart" comes to mind here.<BR/><BR/>I don't know of many people who have not carried some degree of lingering adolescent pain into adulthood.heartinsanfranciscohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07535397382991383931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29674249.post-90540521111193944932007-03-16T20:17:00.000-07:002007-03-16T20:17:00.000-07:00I love this post. I doubt we can ever appreciate ...I love this post. I doubt we can ever appreciate our parents until we've grown up and walked a few miles in their shoes. I know that my experiences as a parent have given me a filter through which I've been able to review my adolescence. It helped me deal with some lingering pain from that part of my life.Bobhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13690660290319444722noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29674249.post-31176029410101381172007-03-16T14:27:00.000-07:002007-03-16T14:27:00.000-07:00Velvet,Thank you. As for your current post, I wis...Velvet,<BR/><BR/>Thank you. <BR/><BR/>As for your current post, I wish I could tell you that aging is nowhere near as bad as it's cracked up to be as long as you never compromise with who you are.<BR/><BR/>In some ways, beauty grows with the years. You'll see. You will always be you, and in your case, that's a GOOD thing.<BR/><BR/>Desirea,<BR/><BR/>I really appreciate your comment, and your visit. Thank you for both.heartinsanfranciscohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07535397382991383931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29674249.post-8097025106858428682007-03-16T12:57:00.000-07:002007-03-16T12:57:00.000-07:00Quote: To be loved at all is a tremendous gift. It...Quote: To be loved at all is a tremendous gift. It should not be quantified or questioned.<BR/><BR/>That's a message I will take to heart.Woman Analyzerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03282590705686802684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29674249.post-36321081142020928132007-03-16T11:56:00.000-07:002007-03-16T11:56:00.000-07:00This was a beautifully written tribute. It put so ...This was a beautifully written tribute. It put so many things in perspective for me right at a time when I could really use it.velvethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14809107667582647222noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29674249.post-58792173856841224702007-03-16T08:45:00.000-07:002007-03-16T08:45:00.000-07:00Squirrel,I believe that she lived well because she...Squirrel,<BR/><BR/>I believe that she lived well because she used her life to improve herself. Sometimes, it's easy to lose sight of our mission to do that when life gets in the way.<BR/><BR/>Thank you for your kind words.heartinsanfranciscohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07535397382991383931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29674249.post-69642223098373605082007-03-16T01:34:00.000-07:002007-03-16T01:34:00.000-07:00Beautiful, simply beautiful. Your mom did come fu...Beautiful, simply beautiful. Your mom did come full circle and became all that she could be. We should all hope to be so fortunate. You are your mother's daughter more than you might know.Lone Grey Squirrelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16892067644551128013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29674249.post-58936308544180618572007-03-15T23:53:00.000-07:002007-03-15T23:53:00.000-07:00Dear "Anonymous,"God knows how any of us survived ...Dear "Anonymous,"<BR/><BR/>God knows how any of us survived her driving skills, which never improved. I was her passenger once in Your Ami when a fire engine screamed up behind us with lights and sirens blasting. <BR/><BR/>I urged her to pull over. <BR/>She wailed, "I can't." <BR/>I said, "YOU.HAVE.TO." <BR/>She froze and I grabbed the wheel and steered us out of the 5-way intersection.<BR/><BR/>It was not our finest hour for mother-daughter bonding.<BR/><BR/>I'm trying to figure out what your title would be as the Messiah's daughter. If he is still pulling that off, I'd say he is a very lucky man.<BR/><BR/>Thank you for your visit, and for lighting a verbal candle here.<BR/><BR/>XOXOheartinsanfranciscohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07535397382991383931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29674249.post-82965093042508269882007-03-15T22:11:00.000-07:002007-03-15T22:11:00.000-07:00Grandma looks beautiful! (It's startling how much ...Grandma looks beautiful! (It's startling how much one of your daughters looks like her!)<BR/>Thank you so much for the beautiful post about her. She absolutely knew how much you loved her. I know this for a fact--Grandma had a quiet and modest wisdom that was evident to me from very early on. (When I was still so young that when she would leave us after a visit, I would say that she was going to "Your Ami." (After all, she always said that she was going to Miami, so being the linguistically logical child that I was, I reasoned...)<BR/>As far as her driving goes, don't even get me started. I remember one time she was driving me along that strip of road between Miami and Miami Beach and she was drifting among the lanes Mr. Magoo style; cars were truly screeching off the road in her wake. Very scary. Even then she was blessed with some kind of wisdom and hindsight (literally). <BR/>The big Dude/Dudette upstairs wanted to keep her around for as long as he could, she touched so many lives....<BR/>Look, even today she is influencing others she did not even know: right here in your blog someone called mslittlepea decided to finish college because Grandma did so late in life. (Go Ms. Little Pea! Wonderful decision!)<BR/>She is definintely smiling somewhere above us. As far as what our parents know about us, don't worry; they have filters up there, so they can only see/know the stuff we want them to....<BR/>Loved the post. I did not have a candle to light for her tonight, but now I don't have to. You helped me remember her beautifully. Thank you!!<BR/>Your neice.<BR/>PS: If my Dad was the Messiah, what does that make me??? <BR/>(It is true that he was treated that way, by the way, and the Messianic treatment continues with my mother... oy!)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29674249.post-54353567516750073542007-03-15T20:24:00.000-07:002007-03-15T20:24:00.000-07:00Law Fairy,I certainly hope so. All I can do now i...Law Fairy,<BR/><BR/>I certainly hope so. All I can do now is make sure that my other loved ones know without a doubt how I feel. <BR/><BR/>It seems so little to do for all the grace and happiness they bring to my life.heartinsanfranciscohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07535397382991383931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29674249.post-50452670934608319122007-03-15T20:15:00.000-07:002007-03-15T20:15:00.000-07:00Wow, heart. This one made me tear up.Parents have...Wow, heart. This one made me tear up.<BR/><BR/>Parents have such a profound impact on us. I'm sure that, before she died, your mother understood how much you loved her, even if you didn't realize it until later.Law Fairyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02590678306595147920noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29674249.post-87162159912263530672007-03-15T19:36:00.000-07:002007-03-15T19:36:00.000-07:00Eslocura,They are, indeed. Can't live with 'em, c...Eslocura,<BR/><BR/>They are, indeed. Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em.heartinsanfranciscohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07535397382991383931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29674249.post-85886645186129775782007-03-15T18:24:00.000-07:002007-03-15T18:24:00.000-07:00beautiful, touching story Mothers are such unique ...beautiful, touching story Mothers are such unique people.EsLocurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17468915796310810954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29674249.post-85268136425759931652007-03-15T17:09:00.000-07:002007-03-15T17:09:00.000-07:00Lex,Oh, you are missed, Missy. I always like what...Lex,<BR/><BR/>Oh, you are missed, Missy. I always like what you have to say.heartinsanfranciscohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07535397382991383931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29674249.post-58997981236053888772007-03-15T14:48:00.000-07:002007-03-15T14:48:00.000-07:00I feel missed. I've been reading but not commenti...I feel missed. I've been reading but not commenting lately. I'll do better. Ms. Filosifer.Lexhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10916250495361008108noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29674249.post-27194503619469693672007-03-15T14:00:00.000-07:002007-03-15T14:00:00.000-07:00Olives,Yeah, some people are never satisfied, huh?...Olives,<BR/><BR/>Yeah, some people are never satisfied, huh? <BR/><BR/>When my two oldest children were toddlers, (girl and boy,) I had a friend with two sons the same ages who proclaimed herself a "boy mother." And I have since known other women who were only able to feel fully maternal with sons. I suspect my mother may have been one of them, and it must have been a challenge to have a daughter, especially an opinionated, strong-willed one. <BR/><BR/>I'm sure we had some karma to work out, and I hope we did so.<BR/><BR/>As for my children - in my eyes, they are all as perfect as humans get to be. I am intransigent on this one point.heartinsanfranciscohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07535397382991383931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29674249.post-2693244370082481932007-03-15T13:51:00.001-07:002007-03-15T13:51:00.001-07:00I think this post is profound. You admire your mom...I think this post is profound. You admire your mom and yet still long for the one thing this woman could not give. I'm sure your kids had ample amounts of what you missed out on.Pickled Oliveshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01327480619332102067noreply@blogger.com