tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245783834297902042.post274874079683642885..comments2023-10-26T05:49:59.824-04:00Comments on Reflections of a Grady Doctor: Punks need not apply.gradydoctorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10639816377218206777noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245783834297902042.post-62553621667419035222013-05-27T19:53:00.386-04:002013-05-27T19:53:00.386-04:00Seems to me like you're doing quite an amazing...Seems to me like you're doing quite an amazing job :)<br /><br />Maria, fellow MeharrianAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245783834297902042.post-11887655123034144352013-05-27T14:01:40.590-04:002013-05-27T14:01:40.590-04:00Wow. This is real for me and right on time. Thing ...Wow. This is real for me and right on time. Thing is, I read your blogs and think...great parents, great kids, great extended family. Y'all make it look soooo easy. How could it NOT be when everybody is great? Hard not to take a look at my own family and compare. But this was super real for me because I related to every last frustration you wrote about. <br /><br />What I learned? Nobody really has it easy, some of us have just learned to appreciate what we have, cherish every moment, and keep on lovin' and livin'...and not be a punk about it! <br /><br />Your words really feed people's spirit. You're like an angel on Earth fa real. <br /><br />-ReneeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245783834297902042.post-56475936649027021682013-05-27T10:38:11.552-04:002013-05-27T10:38:11.552-04:00Thank you, Mel.Thank you, Mel.gradydoctorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10639816377218206777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245783834297902042.post-163497789096098572013-05-27T10:37:59.437-04:002013-05-27T10:37:59.437-04:00That's real talk. My mom and dad say the grand...That's real talk. My mom and dad say the grandparenting thing is exponentially more love-filled but also the worry is higher, too. I see that it never ends. The worry, but especially the love.gradydoctorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10639816377218206777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245783834297902042.post-25326534446922574702013-05-27T10:36:40.939-04:002013-05-27T10:36:40.939-04:00Preach sister.Preach sister.gradydoctorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10639816377218206777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245783834297902042.post-83068835752432447892013-05-27T10:36:18.919-04:002013-05-27T10:36:18.919-04:00You are all that when it comes to being a mama. I ...You are all that when it comes to being a mama. I think you're right. We need another word that's one up for the H-O-S household. :)gradydoctorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10639816377218206777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245783834297902042.post-5411353834136030862013-05-27T10:34:54.349-04:002013-05-27T10:34:54.349-04:00They do matter, Angella. They so, so do. Thank you...They do matter, Angella. They so, so do. Thank you, sister. I am very inspired by your motherhood walk.gradydoctorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10639816377218206777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245783834297902042.post-64617781921598518402013-05-27T10:34:09.682-04:002013-05-27T10:34:09.682-04:00Thanks, Jill. I love hearing these words of encour...Thanks, Jill. I love hearing these words of encouragement from those with older children. gradydoctorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10639816377218206777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245783834297902042.post-84774733547106930162013-05-26T22:48:31.809-04:002013-05-26T22:48:31.809-04:00Oh my. Your post made me cry again. Your sweet boy...Oh my. Your post made me cry again. Your sweet boy and his tears for his Auntie are heartbreaking. There's no easy way to explain the hard things to our kids, the unfair stuff. But you did good. This job ain't for punks, it's hard stuff. That part about keeping them safe from monsters, especially the monster in me - that got to me, because I have my moments that make me wish I was a better person. I don't want to be so human and broken sometimes, and I guess all we can do is our best and apologize and hug when we've done our worst. And try not to worry so much, especially in the wee hours. And try to fill the holes left by those who've left us too soon. You're doing fine, mama, you are.<br />xoMelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10114884092474969555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245783834297902042.post-57999111105461830932013-05-26T19:54:55.589-04:002013-05-26T19:54:55.589-04:00Good God, woman. This one is full of The Truth (an...Good God, woman. This one is full of The Truth (and yes, they all are, but this one- Big Truths) and no, it ain't easy. Never, ever, ever, except those sweet perfect moments when it is and thank goodness those moments come around too. Rare though they may be.<br />And guess what? It NEVER ends. And if you ask your mama and your daddy, I'll bet they would tell you that when the grands arrive, a whole different sort of the same story begins. <br />But what can we do? This is why we're here. And we do the best we can. And we hope (and some of us pray) that that is enough. And mostly it works out.Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245783834297902042.post-4548243100768091122013-05-26T19:54:13.013-04:002013-05-26T19:54:13.013-04:00I completely understand where you are coming from....I completely understand where you are coming from. And I'm not sure if it is just me or the fact that I am an 'older' parent or just that I have at this stage of my life/experience I have the 'luxury' to obsess over things like raising kids. This life is no joke. Sherrinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245783834297902042.post-14745011239710068562013-05-26T13:22:16.455-04:002013-05-26T13:22:16.455-04:00Now that I've got the houseful of teenagers an...Now that I've got the houseful of teenagers and almost-teenagers, we're going to have to come up for a word that's one up from "punks" 'cause it's pretty outrageous. Talk about CRAZY.Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245783834297902042.post-9046228429642613312013-05-26T13:03:25.737-04:002013-05-26T13:03:25.737-04:00You're doing great. It's clear as day. The...You're doing great. It's clear as day. The fact that your sweet Isaiah could express what he was feeling so fully, and be so supported, is part of it. Go back and look at all these pictures, at how whole and bright your boys look in them. Go back and read your posts about your sons. And don't fret that you'll keep thinking about them the way you do at 2 a.m. You just will, because they matter more than anything. And you're no punk. <br /><br />37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245783834297902042.post-13907307486990550412013-05-26T12:43:18.096-04:002013-05-26T12:43:18.096-04:00Absolutely. You can piggyback on my crazy anytime....Absolutely. You can piggyback on my crazy anytime.gradydoctorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10639816377218206777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245783834297902042.post-27056495966319678832013-05-26T12:42:36.698-04:002013-05-26T12:42:36.698-04:00Well put. All of what you just said. My eyes are...Well put. All of what you just said. My eyes are still wet from reading about the conversation with Isaiah.<br /><br />I can tell you and Harry are kickass parents. And 15 years from now you're going to see just what you did and be like "damn we are good". I am seeing this right now with mine that just finished her first year of college. You realize all of your work helped shaped an amazing person. And those things that make your heart swell with pride now when they are young keep coming.Jillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06671446238805535547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245783834297902042.post-64723465358326044062013-05-26T12:42:05.221-04:002013-05-26T12:42:05.221-04:00Hey Stace. Girl, you know how much I appreciate kn...Hey Stace. Girl, you know how much I appreciate knowing that you have my sweet baby's name on your lips. So thanks for that. <br /><br />And those middle o' the night worries. Sigh. What do you do? Yesterday it was me wondering if I'd tested the smoke detectors. And whether or not they were in an appropriate place. And whether or not the key to the back door, which would be our escape route, was handy. Ha ha. It wasn't. Fortunately, I fell asleep before I could coach myself to get our of bed to go and put the keys on my nightstand.gradydoctorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10639816377218206777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245783834297902042.post-85686939187990446622013-05-26T12:09:46.124-04:002013-05-26T12:09:46.124-04:00Hey sis, can I piggyback this?Hey sis, can I piggyback this?Nancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11108038613426722566noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245783834297902042.post-9683253862106648322013-05-26T11:35:38.444-04:002013-05-26T11:35:38.444-04:00Man. Your conversation with Isaiah just touched my...Man. Your conversation with Isaiah just touched my heart. I just said a prayer that the Lord will ease his pain. I love the way he so eloquently expressed what he was feeling (wonder where he gets that from :). Such a sweet soul.<br /><br />I struggle with those 2 am, 5 am, 11 am, worries and thoughts too. I love your prayer about protecting them from the monsters in the world and the monster in me. Thanks for that and Happy Sunday!StaceSeniorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11298888057695504986noreply@blogger.com