tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16681940.post113172135893609498..comments2023-10-01T14:56:34.054+04:00Comments on mothers on the verge: Birthdays and apologiesKate B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11997733172043900832noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16681940.post-1131799024620002922005-11-12T16:37:00.000+04:002005-11-12T16:37:00.000+04:00this post reminds me of how i once waxed romantic ...this post reminds me of how i once waxed romantic about the virtues of letting one's hair gray gracefully, and letting the long locks flow down to one's waist as a wise crone, instead of hacking it off into a sensible "hairdo", upon hitting a certain age.<BR/><BR/>well, bollocks! within three months of son #2's arrival, my auburn hair turned nearly all gray and i thought to hell with it, gimme the dye. and i've never looked back. people who abstain from coloring deserve kudos for their balls (or ovaries?), but i'm too wimpy and vain.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16681940.post-1131766397036149082005-11-12T07:33:00.000+04:002005-11-12T07:33:00.000+04:00Hey Sinister -- actually, while I'm flattered, I'm...Hey Sinister -- actually, while I'm flattered, I'm not yet a 10 --although comparisons to Bo Derek (but minus the crazy braids!) will not be turned away. <BR/><BR/>As for pollyanna -- Tried that once. Didn't fit. Get rid of the (s)mothers and we can talk.....Manhattan Mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00198601798442559940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16681940.post-1131758922553797312005-11-12T05:28:00.000+04:002005-11-12T05:28:00.000+04:00Happy late birthday. Less than 40 and more than 3...Happy late birthday. Less than 40 and more than 35, eh? (I'm guessing it adds up to 11.)<BR/><BR/>My kids have no idea how old I am. They know the number, cold (I'm their parent -- they know every snipette of trivia that I've ever mentioned to them . . .and I know the same stuff about my parents, weird that). But what does it mean? Sometimes they think I'm young, and sometimes very very old. They certainly don't understand back pain (despite my kvetching) or why I want them to quit hanging on my gdam leg all the time (ouch!). Or why I can't jump and run with them this weekend (old men daddys shouldn't play basketball and turn their ankles wrong). At least gray haired mommies don't Lose Their Hair Entirely, so let's not go there (sigh), this is a mommy-blog and my problems are outside the scope.<BR/><BR/>Anyway, I still think pollyanna is the way to go: it's good to be alive and kicking . . . I even remember that fact periodically, which is a good thing. A deepy breath and a look into the eye of the sky.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16681940.post-1131748568413209012005-11-12T02:36:00.000+04:002005-11-12T02:36:00.000+04:00hey honey - it's the weekend and I'm back. I'll do...hey honey - it's the weekend and I'm back. I'll do a post, I promise. Right now. Sorry for the neglect. Do you forgive me?Kate B.https://www.blogger.com/profile/11997733172043900832noreply@blogger.com