tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-401303964563152307.post4689454272346866511..comments2024-03-28T21:36:55.157-04:00Comments on Love That Max : Spring is when the children bloomEllen Seidmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01433429847255621203noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-401303964563152307.post-63375184334608006362014-05-06T20:03:41.392-04:002014-05-06T20:03:41.392-04:00I almost mastered my audition music after not bein...I almost mastered my audition music after not being able to play it weeks ago. This is an example of musical progress.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-401303964563152307.post-56992550731831092992014-05-06T17:22:06.796-04:002014-05-06T17:22:06.796-04:00 Who knows maybe one day max will ride arou... Who knows maybe one day max will ride around the block by himself. I did and now i take zoe on walks too. Hang in there AZ Chapmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07649451111980332722noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-401303964563152307.post-48862565892000886372014-05-06T12:16:40.234-04:002014-05-06T12:16:40.234-04:00I feel this especially on the playground or at the...I feel this especially on the playground or at the drive-thru for kids meals... this was a tear-jerker.Maria Koontznoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-401303964563152307.post-13726521283240893022014-05-06T12:05:15.599-04:002014-05-06T12:05:15.599-04:00I hope I can get to that place! It's a non-st...I hope I can get to that place! It's a non-stop compare-a-thon in my mind, every day. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-401303964563152307.post-80524868995129219012014-05-06T11:04:16.406-04:002014-05-06T11:04:16.406-04:00What a lovely post. My compare-a-thons have almost...What a lovely post. My compare-a-thons have almost disappeared too, save for some days when I'm substitute teaching a class of kids who are the same age as my son. Sometimes I have to make a real effort not to think about what could have been. I don't think the hurt will ever go away.Marthahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11753354485401899017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-401303964563152307.post-72761145115186931722014-05-06T08:57:23.744-04:002014-05-06T08:57:23.744-04:00My son will be 21 tomorrow and I still feel the pa...My son will be 21 tomorrow and I still feel the pain for what he is missing. Especially in the month of May, when a new set of kids graduate from high school and go off to face the world. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-401303964563152307.post-86976076400637204522014-05-06T07:36:54.687-04:002014-05-06T07:36:54.687-04:00You captured my thoughts exactly, concerning my gr...You captured my thoughts exactly, concerning my grandson. My neighborhood has several boys his age, doing the things typical little boys do - riding bikes, shooting baskets, exploring...and it hurts. More than I will let anyone know. Sometimes I can't even watch the other boys as they play. Yes, my grandson is wonderful - I love him to death and always, always will. The strides he has made in his life make me so proud of him. But it still hurts my heart, not just for me, but for what he's missing. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-401303964563152307.post-52413496127802588062014-05-06T06:54:17.153-04:002014-05-06T06:54:17.153-04:00This is beautiful and so true. This is beautiful and so true. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com