tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post2814856896549308027..comments2024-03-12T00:36:02.830-07:00Comments on sweatpantsmom: You had to be theresweatpantsmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02501471972355692992noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-18527628106670643842012-09-11T17:06:46.432-07:002012-09-11T17:06:46.432-07:00This is a very interesting blog, I will be sure to...This is a very interesting blog, I will be sure to tell others of this site.sweatpantshttp://www.justsweatshirts.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-79367246064491906222011-11-14T09:29:33.628-08:002011-11-14T09:29:33.628-08:00That was a good thing you did. I know you wish yo...That was a good thing you did. I know you wish you had done more, but at least you did something, and that girl will remember it. I won lots of awards at school, and I can count on one hand the times either of my parents showed up. My mother at least had good reasons not to much of the time, but it was still hard on me. I remember sometimes my friends' parents would notice and congratulate me or take pictures of me and that was really, really nice of them. I remember every time it happened and I'm still grateful. <br /><br />No one from my family came to my college graduation, either. I was there entirely alone. One of my friends who had also gone to high school with me was graduating on the same day, and his mother saw I was alone (again) and she took pictures of me with her son and sent them to me. They're the only photos I have of that day. It made me feel so much better.Jaelithehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12081888212421953409noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-72817695477798543712011-11-11T08:54:18.234-08:002011-11-11T08:54:18.234-08:00I've gone to every awards ceremony, all the ho...I've gone to every awards ceremony, all the holiday concerts, but what does Sylvia still talk about years later? The science exhibit I missed. I just couldn't get away from work that day, and every time she brings it up, I cringe. I'm just glad you were there to give E a hug.Aprilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12051174636017409935noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-30129829895857762062011-11-10T22:13:55.157-08:002011-11-10T22:13:55.157-08:00Yeah. I must admit that i haven't made it to e...Yeah. I must admit that i haven't made it to everything, but I've made it to most things. "You know how you think we don't spend a lot of family time together these days? We spend more time together than most of my friends," my daughter said to me the other day. Poor E.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9841971.post-20805210328040335212011-11-10T08:50:13.763-08:002011-11-10T08:50:13.763-08:00I've been on both sides of this predicament. I...I've been on both sides of this predicament. I remember when Emily had an art show in preschool and I couldn’t get off work. She cried and cried, and I got up enough nerve to bypass my boss and go directly to the client and ask if I could take a break for an hour. “Go be a mom,” she said. I thought Emily would jump up & down with excitement when she saw me, but she didn’t. But she was glad I was there. <br /><br />Two weeks ago, Mary Belle sang in Millikan Idol. She was only one of a few 6th graders who made the cut. I had a Neighborhood Council Board Meeting, and since it’s an elected position, I take it very seriously. But I was there to see my daughter belt out “Rolling in the Deep.” Years from now, no one’s going to remember that I missed a meeting, but unlike E’s experience, I think Mary Belle will remember that I was there for her in the 6th grade.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com