tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4373649301575623347.post525409248413560438..comments2023-04-17T12:00:38.914-04:00Comments on The Unknown Contributor: Pink Frilly UnderpantsTUChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15929114678006935831noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4373649301575623347.post-36117463508356620612009-02-08T13:46:00.000-05:002009-02-08T13:46:00.000-05:00What is most surprising to me is when parents abus...What is most surprising to me is when parents abuse children to the point those children are taken away and placed in a foster home and the parents are arrested. The children still mention their love towards their parent. So can love still be love when it isn't 1 Cor 13 love? I guess but I cannot say yes totally. Because what is taught becomes a learned pattern that is sometimes hard to recognize and hard to change especially if it has been passed from generation to generation.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4373649301575623347.post-24433504312334119062009-02-07T10:25:00.000-05:002009-02-07T10:25:00.000-05:00Oh my. I see much of self in that dear, depleted ...Oh my. I see much of self in that dear, depleted woman who was entirely absorbed with her own needs. Not a comfortable look in the mirror, for sure. And yet, if Love is Love, it is truly enough to love even someone like her. She is lovable. I am lovable. That shoved and ignored little boy is loved. Only I hope she--I--finds the healing to free what already waits within her so that she can live from that great depth of Love. Thank you.Joellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01548545260637445141noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4373649301575623347.post-84628414994582988572009-02-07T10:08:00.000-05:002009-02-07T10:08:00.000-05:00I completely echo Anonysister's comment. Sometime...I completely echo Anonysister's comment. Sometimes it is so tough, this parenting, and the desire is to escape once in a while. I don't agree with the method of her escape, but I understand... I'm so thankful to have been freed from the lure of soaps when my oldest was just a baby.<BR/>Thank you for sharing this... you write so well... I could picture it all clearly in my head.Katrinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09738882550106899781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4373649301575623347.post-28565273856888289272009-02-05T10:49:00.000-05:002009-02-05T10:49:00.000-05:00A part of me wants to say "how could she"?!Another...A part of me wants to say "how could she"?!<BR/><BR/>Another part of me feels great sympathy for this mother (at least the way you've portrayed her). Is she not lonely? Is she not also in need of Corinthians love? Is she not tired? Toddlers are so demanding and at some point we collapse, want to shake them and say, "What about me?!"<BR/><BR/>Anyway, I find I can neither love nor hate this woman, much the way I often can neither love nor hate myself in the face of parenting's great challenges.Anonysisterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13366756788389386925noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4373649301575623347.post-77417599749985498992009-02-05T09:48:00.000-05:002009-02-05T09:48:00.000-05:00I would echo L.L.'s remarks. You have to be so att...I would echo L.L.'s remarks. You have to be so attentive when it comes to children. Not just towards them, but towards yourself and how you deal with them.<BR/><BR/>The 1 Cor. love we want is the kind we should give.Billy Coffeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08988347213957444145noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4373649301575623347.post-72377340785293420402009-02-05T09:12:00.000-05:002009-02-05T09:12:00.000-05:00I'm thinking that love can still be love... except...I'm thinking that love can still be love... except that it is maybe turned in the wrong direction at times. Maybe she is better in the morning, or when she kisses him goodnight. (Walter Wangerin wrote an amazing essay about his mother, who was both abusive and nurturing in turn. The day saw one mother, the night another. Eventually, it was through the experience of reading fairy tales that he was able to join these two sides of his mother into a whole. Google his name; the essay is on his site and I think is about reading fairytales.)<BR/><BR/>Okay, which is a long way to say that I think we are all on this continuum. Some of us barely know how to give C13 love but we ache to (and is this partly love, if we desire to love?) and others of us have been trained how to give C13 love or we draw on God's (or however that works).<BR/><BR/>Thanks for you contribution to the challenge, btw!L.L. Barkathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13333960142447144678noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4373649301575623347.post-13122786931982051732009-02-04T21:37:00.000-05:002009-02-04T21:37:00.000-05:00wow, thats disturbing. and we wonder why kids gro...wow, thats disturbing. and we wonder why kids grow up with social problems.Frankhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15512294156182192664noreply@blogger.com