Comments on: The Hazards of Motherhood http://www.kathrynpetroharper.com/mindfullife/2008/05/30/the-hazards-of-motherhood/ express : discover : renew : create Fri, 03 Feb 2012 07:23:49 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: Kathryn http://www.kathrynpetroharper.com/mindfullife/2008/05/30/the-hazards-of-motherhood/comment-page-1/#comment-4742 Kathryn Tue, 03 Jun 2008 12:58:55 +0000 http://www.kathrynpetroharper.com/mindfullife/?p=2349#comment-4742 Laurel, I think I'm glad I missed that NPR report. Sometimes I wonder how any of us survive our hearts. Liora, it's so good to hear from you. And thank you for the affirmation. I got your other emails and I'll respond shortly. Laurel, I think I’m glad I missed that NPR report. Sometimes I wonder how any of us survive our hearts.

Liora, it’s so good to hear from you. And thank you for the affirmation. I got your other emails and I’ll respond shortly.

]]> By: Liora http://www.kathrynpetroharper.com/mindfullife/2008/05/30/the-hazards-of-motherhood/comment-page-1/#comment-4741 Liora Tue, 03 Jun 2008 06:19:03 +0000 http://www.kathrynpetroharper.com/mindfullife/?p=2349#comment-4741 Kathryn, you've changed so much, and yet you are so much the same. It's just like a new facet was carved in you when you became a mother. And you are such a wonderful mother. I've witnessed the stress and helplessness you feel sometimes over Claire's crying, but you've done so well. No, there are no guarantees; another wonderful mother told me that once when I was sad about not having children of my own. She said that motherhood is giving up control. Your child can be anything and do anything, and it might not be what you want, but it's all part of being a mother. There is no armor, but you feel without armor. You grabbed up your child and cherished her upon hearing that sad story. You are love in action. You are a mindful mother. That is quite an accomplishment. Kathryn, you’ve changed so much, and yet you are so much the same. It’s just like a new facet was carved in you when you became a mother. And you are such a wonderful mother. I’ve witnessed the stress and helplessness you feel sometimes over Claire’s crying, but you’ve done so well. No, there are no guarantees; another wonderful mother told me that once when I was sad about not having children of my own. She said that motherhood is giving up control. Your child can be anything and do anything, and it might not be what you want, but it’s all part of being a mother. There is no armor, but you feel without armor. You grabbed up your child and cherished her upon hearing that sad story. You are love in action. You are a mindful mother. That is quite an accomplishment.

]]> By: lkd http://www.kathrynpetroharper.com/mindfullife/2008/05/30/the-hazards-of-motherhood/comment-page-1/#comment-4738 lkd Sat, 31 May 2008 01:12:20 +0000 http://www.kathrynpetroharper.com/mindfullife/?p=2349#comment-4738 Honey, I almost drove right off the road the other night coming home from work. I was listening to NPR's excellent coverage of the earthquake in China. The piece I was listening to was about the recovery effort as a young couple searched for their young son in the wreckage of their apartment building. The young mother kept repeating that she should've taken him to work with her instead of leaving him at home with her parents. 9 hours after the search effort, after finding many other bodies, the son was found cradled in his grandfather's arms (I'm getting choked up just writing about it) with the grandmother holding on to the grandfather from behind. When the mother heard that her son, her precious baby was dead, she began wailing. It was the most awful sound I've ever heard (other than when my mother called me to tell me she'd found my father on the kitchen floor 6, almost 7 long years ago now). I lost it. I couldn't see or think. I opened up all the windows in my car and tried to keep control of the car. They said that's how alot of the recovery effort has been. All these little Pompeiian-like scenes of people clinging to each other beneath the wreckage. Ah, gee. As you already said, there is no armor. Honey, I almost drove right off the road the other night coming home from work. I was listening to NPR’s excellent coverage of the earthquake in China. The piece I was listening to was about the recovery effort as a young couple searched for their young son in the wreckage of their apartment building. The young mother kept repeating that she should’ve taken him to work with her instead of leaving him at home with her parents. 9 hours after the search effort, after finding many other bodies, the son was found cradled in his grandfather’s arms (I’m getting choked up just writing about it) with the grandmother holding on to the grandfather from behind. When the mother heard that her son, her precious baby was dead, she began wailing. It was the most awful sound I’ve ever heard (other than when my mother called me to tell me she’d found my father on the kitchen floor 6, almost 7 long years ago now).

I lost it. I couldn’t see or think. I opened up all the windows in my car and tried to keep control of the car.

They said that’s how alot of the recovery effort has been. All these little Pompeiian-like scenes of people clinging to each other beneath the wreckage.

Ah, gee.

As you already said, there is no armor.

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