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	<title>Comments on: The Hard Part.</title>
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	<description>Dignity is Overrated</description>
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		<title>By: Kris</title>
		<link>http://miss-britt.com/2009/07/the-hard-part/comment-page-1/#comment-47658</link>
		<dc:creator>Kris</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Jul 2009 16:17:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>That is EXACTLY how I feel every other weekend when I have to let my baby (2 yr old...how&#039;d she get so big?) go to spend time with her dad.  Nevermind he&#039;s a son-of-a bitch that cheated on me while she was still growing in my tummy.  I put on a brave face and tell her that she will have so much fun with her daddy and when she cries it breaks my heart.  Damn kids.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That is EXACTLY how I feel every other weekend when I have to let my baby (2 yr old&#8230;how&#8217;d she get so big?) go to spend time with her dad.  Nevermind he&#8217;s a son-of-a bitch that cheated on me while she was still growing in my tummy.  I put on a brave face and tell her that she will have so much fun with her daddy and when she cries it breaks my heart.  Damn kids.</p>
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		<title>By: Sarcastica &#187; Questions of a Parent</title>
		<link>http://miss-britt.com/2009/07/the-hard-part/comment-page-1/#comment-47603</link>
		<dc:creator>Sarcastica &#187; Questions of a Parent</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 15 Jul 2009 17:03:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] other day I read that lovely post by Miss Britt, and I have to say I couldn&#8217;t agree more with her. I&#8217;ve only been a mom [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] other day I read that lovely post by Miss Britt, and I have to say I couldn&#8217;t agree more with her. I&#8217;ve only been a mom [...]</p>
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		<title>By: Colin B.</title>
		<link>http://miss-britt.com/2009/07/the-hard-part/comment-page-1/#comment-47468</link>
		<dc:creator>Colin B.</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Jul 2009 16:14:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This was beautiful and so touching. Sometimes I wish I could feel this too and I know that if I had children of my own I would but it&#039;s not so easy.

I wish more parents loved and protected and raised their children with the love you have for yours. To me you are a role model and the mistakes are part of it and no matter how much you worry you might fuck them up, you won&#039;t. And even if you ever do, it&#039;s part of the process of growing up. Our parents didn&#039;t do *everything* right either and I like to think we turned out fine and know more because of it. It has taught us how to treat the next generation.

*lots of hugs*</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This was beautiful and so touching. Sometimes I wish I could feel this too and I know that if I had children of my own I would but it&#8217;s not so easy.</p>
<p>I wish more parents loved and protected and raised their children with the love you have for yours. To me you are a role model and the mistakes are part of it and no matter how much you worry you might <acronym title="are you keeping track?">fuck</acronym> them up, you won&#8217;t. And even if you ever do, it&#8217;s part of the process of growing up. Our parents didn&#8217;t do *everything* right either and I like to think we turned out fine and know more because of it. It has taught us how to treat the next generation.</p>
<p>*lots of hugs*</p>
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		<title>By: perpstu</title>
		<link>http://miss-britt.com/2009/07/the-hard-part/comment-page-1/#comment-47466</link>
		<dc:creator>perpstu</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Jul 2009 14:58:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I need a tissue.  Trying to remain stoic when your kids are crying is the hardest thing ever.  Being a mom is awesome and sucks rocks all at the same time.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I need a tissue.  Trying to remain stoic when your kids are crying is the hardest thing ever.  Being a mom is awesome and sucks rocks all at the same time.</p>
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		<title>By: Angie [A Whole Lot of Nothing]</title>
		<link>http://miss-britt.com/2009/07/the-hard-part/comment-page-1/#comment-47461</link>
		<dc:creator>Angie [A Whole Lot of Nothing]</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Jul 2009 04:59:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Just hugs for missing them.</description>
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		<title>By: Selma</title>
		<link>http://miss-britt.com/2009/07/the-hard-part/comment-page-1/#comment-47458</link>
		<dc:creator>Selma</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Jul 2009 02:49:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You are an amazing Mum because you let her go even though you wanted her to stay. It&#039;s so hard to say goodbye to our little ones but it makes the day they return even sweeter. XXX</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You are an amazing Mum because you let her go even though you wanted her to stay. It&#8217;s so hard to say goodbye to our little ones but it makes the day they return even sweeter. XXX</p>
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		<title>By: Faiqa</title>
		<link>http://miss-britt.com/2009/07/the-hard-part/comment-page-1/#comment-47456</link>
		<dc:creator>Faiqa</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Jul 2009 02:19:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Similar incident happened this weekend, where N. started crying at about 10p.m. on Saturday night.  It took *everything* I had not to drive an hour to pick her up.  

Yes, being a mom is hard.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Similar incident happened this weekend, where N. started crying at about 10p.m. on Saturday night.  It took *everything* I had not to drive an hour to pick her up.  </p>
<p>Yes, being a mom is hard.</p>
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		<title>By: MeanOne</title>
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		<dc:creator>MeanOne</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Jul 2009 18:35:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>There was a time where I thought I might die when my son was away. It is a little easier now, but I have no idea how I&#039;ll cope if he ever gets tired of cuddling with me.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>There was a time where I thought I might die when my son was away. It is a little easier now, but I have no idea how I&#8217;ll cope if he ever gets tired of cuddling with me.</p>
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		<title>By: Lynda</title>
		<link>http://miss-britt.com/2009/07/the-hard-part/comment-page-1/#comment-47442</link>
		<dc:creator>Lynda</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Jul 2009 07:18:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>So pushing something the size of a watermelon out your crotch isn&#039;t the hard part? Check.

(Sorry, I just can&#039;t think of something serious to say. It&#039;s a sweet sentiment, and you always seem like a great mom. I still hope to experience it one day.)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>So pushing something the size of a watermelon out your crotch isn&#8217;t the hard part? Check.</p>
<p>(Sorry, I just can&#8217;t think of something serious to say. It&#8217;s a sweet sentiment, and you always seem like a great mom. I still hope to experience it one day.)</p>
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		<title>By: AmyMusing</title>
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		<dc:creator>AmyMusing</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 11 Jul 2009 23:37:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>While raising one special needs boy and one very interactive boy I adopted the 90 year old neighbor down the road as my new grandmother. I&#039;d take her shopping and to the doctor and the senior center. I DOTED on her. The thing I loved about taking care of Thelma was I never had to worry about how she was going to turn out due to my over dotage. It was a nice outlet for someone who has Doting Overload and doesn&#039;t want to OD her kids with too much DO, and ruin them, stunt them, prevent them from being able to GET THEIR OWN GLASS OF MILK when they&#039;re, say, 30, and coming back home to visit. Always thinking down the road, when you&#039;re raising kids, to the kind of adult you want them to be, yet respecting that they&#039;re kids and still need you to bend so they don&#039;t break.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>While raising one special needs boy and one very interactive boy I adopted the 90 year old neighbor down the road as my new grandmother. I&#8217;d take her shopping and to the doctor and the senior center. I DOTED on her. The thing I loved about taking care of Thelma was I never had to worry about how she was going to turn out due to my over dotage. It was a nice outlet for someone who has Doting Overload and doesn&#8217;t want to OD her kids with too much DO, and ruin them, stunt them, prevent them from being able to GET THEIR OWN GLASS OF MILK when they&#8217;re, say, 30, and coming back home to visit. Always thinking down the road, when you&#8217;re raising kids, to the kind of adult you want them to be, yet respecting that they&#8217;re kids and still need you to bend so they don&#8217;t break.</p>
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