Sometimes a blog reader leaves a comment and I think, “I couldn’t have said it better myself!” Once a month, I’ll review comments on my posts. I’ll select one reader’s reply that I find to be funny, touching, or thought-provoking and then feature it on this page. I’ll link to the post that inspired the words and link to the commenter’s blog if he or she has one. If the comment is that good, imagine how great an entire blog post would be!
… by the time your son hits his thirties it won’t be a ‘cynking’ feeling anymore, you’ll be playing in it like wet sand on a beach, squelching on the spot, seeing how far down you will go, seeing if you can get it over your feet … there is solidity beneath
Thank you to Bill for sharing the tribute video to Fritz in response to “in any economic or political system“:
Lola BG snapped me out of my self-pity with this reminder that having a birthday, even my 41st, is better than not having one. Here’s what she had to say in response to “Fitness Friday: the power of 41“:
Jessica Walsh offered this advice in response to “Fitness Friday: discomfort food“:
JESSICA ANN WALSH
APRIL 12, 2016 AT 12:01 PM
I have eaten my emotions my entire life and write about it often. I’m taking a more cognitive therapy approach to kicking the habit, but damn, it’s hard. My strategies: keep busy first of all. Remember, you can’t just take the food away – you need to replace it with something else. So when you’re worried or anxious, you need something to replace the chips. Go for a walk, write, watch a show? Something else to numb the anxiety. The food is dopamine; no more, no less. Look for dopamine substitutes. But when I know I NEED the food for self-care, I pick up healthier junk food alternatives that I can munch on. Popcorn, frozen fruit pureed into ice cream, etc. Sometimes you just need to mindlessly munch so plan ahead and find a better alternative. That’s my strategy. Good luck!
Traci York penned this imaginative response to “empty nest:”
Jennifer of Graceful Press Poetry left this comment on “spring frost“:
What on earth is a food memoir? I’m now thinking of the autobiography of a tomato and I’m not sure I’d want to read that.
I’ve been waiting for a time to declare “they lived happily ever after” for a while now. But sometimes I’ve just got to stop and realize that this is as happily ever after as it will ever get
Since reading this poem, I haven’t been able to get the idea of passing a grief-heavy bucket out of my mind because it rings so true. That’s what we do when we try to comfort others and in turn receive the comfort of others. Wonderful poem.
monkey never go school but long many year ago Man say all first day in elementary school = exciting with new shoe & pencil box. back in early life of Man only farm kid ride bus. every body else walk or ride bike. now monkey wish philip good luck this year in grade # 1.
I’m glad you’ve found an online place that resonates with you. I’ve seen a few articles at The Mighty I liked but I have seen more that were yucky or offensive to me so I tend to avoid the site.
Your china images are all balancing perfectly, delicate and stretching upward. Then you take a hammer to them.
First, i love (and know) the subject matter – that moment when you want to jump in and join a kid as they play, but, no offense, it’s a private thing. I’ve learned to appreciate from afar and not give any indication how much bliss is going on in my head.
Second, I love the revision. It starts off with a bang. Not that the original is bad. It’s like an upgrade from a real good cheddar cheese to Provolone, which is just superlative.
Um, yeah, I have similar eating habits. I eat fast, though, because I am obsessive and don’t know how to moderate myself.
And is there anything in the world more glorious than shoving four McDonald’s fries in your mouth at one time? No, there is not.
I think this is beautiful and heartbreaking at the same time. Yes, you love your friend, but not her behavior.
I fear I will be misunderstood as stupid, calloused, ignorant of the facts, or just plain ol’ out of touch so I’m going to post what I truly feel about your post.
I love, admire, and respect parents that have spend their days avoiding catastrophes, tolerating the ones they can’t, finding solutions to problems that no one else can relate to and still find the room and energy to love, nurture, and understand. I look to these parents for guidance. You are part of the group of parents that can actually attest to the job!
When it’s something that matters to us, we will find a way. If not, we will find excuses. Reading is important enough to you that you find a way to fit it in. Great post. I’m reading (blogs first, then a novel) this morning too.
Never underestimate the powers of being still and in the moment. It’s highly underrated, and so very hard to achieve for those of us who are constantly buzzing with activity or nervous energy. I love how you led us to that stillness and your enjoyment of it.
Definitely got a bit of concern and a bit of curiosity in his eyes. I like the hands too–school pictures are designed to be formulaic and without a lot of character, but Philip defies that.
Hee! I actually had to try that out and make some elephants at my desk. They didn’t trumpet, though. That would be too silly for the office. 🙂 Great little vignette, Cyn!
We always lose a little – self worth, pride, confidence. But all of those things are like the lizard’s tail. They grow back with the love and encouragement of family and friends! (Better than the lizard, really, ’cause he has to do it all by himself!)
I freaked out the night before Philip began kindergarten. And of course I wrote about it. Fellow mom Kristin Wald of That Unique* Weblog let me know I wasn’t alone in my worries, but I still needed to make the leap:
It feels a bit like a bungee jump, right? Wait…wait…wait…and then you decide if you’re going to LEAP or fall into it. Either way the fall is at the same speed and with the same result. Fingers crossed for a gentle beginning!
I follow several bloggers who also parent autistic children. I appreciate having their posts as a resource. Last month, one such blogger, Cyn of Everything Under the Sun, shared some useful advice in the comment section of “there is no Nobel Prize for motherhood.”
Well written Cyn:) when my boy has a project he doesn’t trust anyone to be his assistant 😉 I learned at MORE THAN WORDS to just sit near and observe but then take similar stuff that he’s playing with and do my own thing. Take a peek and see if he’s watching and just keep doing my thing. It took a few days but then every time I did my thing he’d interrupt me and attempt to change what I was doing which is okay. He brought me into his play but on his terms. Maybe next time he will trust me to copy what I’m doing or like what I’m doing and try:) it’s taken a while but now we partner more..
Sometimes it takes a reader to help me gain insight into a situation. Pam of Pamo’s World helped me gain appreciation for my husband’s first step in his journey to quit smoking by leaving this comment at “smoke gets in your eyes“:
Peter has acknowledged that he is scared. It’s a huge HUGE beginning. I wish him well.
When I shared “Sunday Slideshow: Left to his own devices – with markers” over at the yeah write Moonshine Grid, I received many new comments in the month of May. Here was my favorite, left by reader Kathy Berney:
I am “that woman” at the little library where I work, and I must confess that I once stood idly by while a pre-schooler glued five wiggly eyes on a paper lamb and then proceeded to color each of its legs a with a different marker. Why? Because when I first started doing story hour, those who had done it before me advised me to “think like a kid”, and let others do the same. Good advice, though sometimes its difficult to remember how. Isn’t it fascinating how we’re all born with the ability to think outside the box?
Folks, you heard it here first. Don’t go stealing Anna from Muddy River Muse‘s idea. I’m sure her invention is patent pending. She shared it after viewing my “Sunday Slideshow: Imagination Library Birthday Party” photos and seeing that Philip was only eating the frosting off of a cupcake.
“Philip is easy to love” – what a beautiful, heartwarming thought. Plus, it shows that Philip was born with a trait that we all could aspire to. Loved this post about your honest progression and learning curve!
Remember this story the next time you find yourself worrying and losing sleep over something you really can’t control
I appreciated the respectful response of all my readers to my post “Please don’t make me boycott you, Home Depot.” Out of all of the comments, I was especially touched by Mollytopia’s offer to take action for me:
That’s such a predicament – I feel for you. But how wonderful that you have such a neat resource in your neighborhood for your son and your family. That one thing you do together is a beautiful thing – I hope you don’t have to give it up. I’ll boycott Home Depot for you. Only Lowes for me from now on : )
I had quite a few comments to go through since I participated in NaBloPoMo. However, I found it was easy to narrow down my choice since I really liked the way that Anna from Muddy River Muse responded to my post “You need to stop talking about this“:
I agree that there are some experiences that can’t be captured in words, and I sometimes think we do violence to those experiences when we try. I teach a course in Adult Learning and Development in which one of the topics is “transformational learning.” I am very careful about how and when I invite my students to volunteer to share their own experiences of transformation, because they can be so deeply personal.
This month I didn’t post as much as I usually do. Three of my fourteen posts were inspired by the Twisted MixTape Tuesday link-up. Clark Scottroger stopped by my post about spiritual songs and responded to my inclusion of “Lacrimosa” from Mozart’s Requiem:
loves dat ‘Lacrimosa’! Seriously, who can listen to that and not feeling the damn universe sneaking up behind you in your balcony seat?
Food is a metaphor for love, of course and after reading this, I am full.
My son’s bike broke at the beginning of the Spring season. Even though he was heart broken, money just wasn’t in the budget for a new bike. Last night my DH was driving through a high end subdivision, when he spotted a shinny, yellow bike on top of a trash can. He stopped and looked at the bike, but was certain that some kid had just put the like new,shiny, yellow bike there by mistake. He decided to knock on the door anyway. Long story short, the chain had broken on this high dollar mountain bike, and the owner was tired of looking at it. Hubby brought it home and had the chain fixed in 5 minutes. Last night my son was bubbling over with pride as he zoomed around on his new ride. I am happy we didn’t have to buy a new bike, because the money we saved can be used for other family things. Plus, money don’t grow on trees.
I grew up spending summer weekends at the dragstrip with my dad. He races a Super Stock ’69 Mustang. Just reading this made me smell the racing fuel and miss those days.
I raced in the street class once at a Fun Ford event and went three rounds. You have to try it if you get an opportunity!! It is sooo much fun, best rush ever. I would do it again in a heartbeat. Ahhh, the memories!
And THAT’S when you need the flashlight app on your phone. Also? I flunked out of the recorder and had to be a dancing princess in a play because I was so bad that I couldn’t be in the 4th grade recorder chorus. And I gave myself a fabric burn on the back of my neck with the princess scarf prop. I was never meant to be a princess.