Totally.

In fact, before I came here, I was thinking about calling one of my old supervisors. Just having contact with someone who understands these things, however inblisival that contact may be, really helped me to feel less adrift.

Please tell her I said thank you...both for the words and for the quick response.

And thank YOU for thinking of doing it.

I think it's in Mom's nature to help. She's the only person I know who can talk to a complete stranger in the grocery store, get them to stop yelling at their kid, and make both the stranger and the kid feel better.

She's the only person I know who can talk to a complete stranger in the grocery store, get them to stop yelling at their kid, and make both the stranger and the kid feel better.

She's clearly a gift. I aspire to being able to do this.

Kristin, that picture is heart-melty.

Is. So. True. Thank you so much for posting it, as it makes me as happy to see that snugglefest as ... as... nope, there's nothing comparable. It is in a category of its own. Heart's ease.

I'm so sorry for your loss, Scrappy. Much hugs and ~ma to your whole family.

Unrelated to current discussions:

Welcome to The world of Tomorrow!

Scrappy, all possible strength, love, and peace to you and your family. There's a candle lit here for all of you.

Scrappy, I'm so sorry for you and your family. Our prayers and thoughts are with you and yours; peace and strength to you all.

{{Scrappy}}

My mother about strangled her brother when he gifted me with a toy drum kit for Christmas when I was three. It did not live at his house, and it mysteriously disappeared a month later. All I had left was one lonely little drumstick.

One of my friends will take the batteries out of any toy that makes electronic noise and tell her kids that the noise part broke. Her oldest kid is five now and starting to catch on, though, I think.

More peace to scrappy and family.