tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968165383155889972.post6306223262355642721..comments2023-06-01T08:06:35.064-07:00Comments on The Mothering Daze: But, Mommy....The Mothering Dazehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01430099464738862871noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968165383155889972.post-70070046932024314352014-08-07T14:44:04.768-07:002014-08-07T14:44:04.768-07:00It's nice when they go away so you can miss th...It's nice when they go away so you can miss them. :DThe Mothering Dazehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01430099464738862871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-968165383155889972.post-69298816145440393732014-08-07T12:34:45.710-07:002014-08-07T12:34:45.710-07:00Story of my life yesterday - that is, the clinging...Story of my life yesterday - that is, the clinging part. The child wanted to lean on me and/or hang onto my leg wherever I went. I felt guilty for looking forward to work in the evening and dropping him off at Mel's. Of course I missed him the whole time and couldn't wait to pick him up afterwards. Strange how that works. ;)<br /><br />PS - I love your writing. That's all I can think of for now.Dorcas Mitchellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00216761438339636871noreply@blogger.com