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	<title>My Mother&#039;s Life &#187; Childhood Memories</title>
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		<title>Hadasah</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 17:01:49 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Only Son</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Childhood Memories]]></category>
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		<title>Being Involved</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Jul 2009 20:44:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Only Son</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<div class="addthis_toolbox addthis_default_style " addthis:url='http://mymotherslife.com/2009/07/being-involved/' addthis:title='Being Involved ' ><a href="//addthis.com/bookmark.php?v=250&#38;username=xa-4d2b47597ad291fb" class="addthis_button_compact">Share</a><span class="addthis_separator">&#124;</span><a class="addthis_button_preferred_1"></a><a class="addthis_button_preferred_2"></a><a class="addthis_button_preferred_3"></a><a class="addthis_button_preferred_4"></a></div>Early childhood memories leave a lasting impression. Yet they also can tear your heart into pieces, due to the emotions they stir. At times, I wish I wasn't so emotional, but then, that is part of being human, that maybe too many forget. I hate crying at 2 in the afternoon, yet maybe it helps? I only wish Mom would talk more, then again, I sometimes hope not. It is a roller coaster ride.<div class="addthis_toolbox addthis_default_style addthis_32x32_style" addthis:url='http://mymotherslife.com/2009/07/being-involved/' addthis:title='Being Involved ' ><a class="addthis_button_preferred_1"></a><a class="addthis_button_preferred_2"></a><a class="addthis_button_preferred_3"></a><a class="addthis_button_preferred_4"></a><a class="addthis_button_compact"></a></div>]]></description>
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		<title>After School</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Jul 2009 18:23:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Only Son</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<div class="addthis_toolbox addthis_default_style " addthis:url='http://mymotherslife.com/2009/07/after-school/' addthis:title='After School ' ><a href="//addthis.com/bookmark.php?v=250&#38;username=xa-4d2b47597ad291fb" class="addthis_button_compact">Share</a><span class="addthis_separator">&#124;</span><a class="addthis_button_preferred_1"></a><a class="addthis_button_preferred_2"></a><a class="addthis_button_preferred_3"></a><a class="addthis_button_preferred_4"></a></div>Times have changed, where parents made real sacrifices, in order to raise their children. Today we rush around, throw our kids into daycare, not because we can't look after them, but because we don't want to be encumbered by their presence. Strange how things have changed, and how our overall society has changed from one of caring, to one of selfishness. Mom made the sacrifice to be at home, yet to her it was to be expected. She doesn't think, even now, that it was anything special, or heroic. To her, it was simply what one does, if they loved their child.<div class="addthis_toolbox addthis_default_style addthis_32x32_style" addthis:url='http://mymotherslife.com/2009/07/after-school/' addthis:title='After School ' ><a class="addthis_button_preferred_1"></a><a class="addthis_button_preferred_2"></a><a class="addthis_button_preferred_3"></a><a class="addthis_button_preferred_4"></a><a class="addthis_button_compact"></a></div>]]></description>
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		<title>Sense of Adventure</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Jul 2009 16:29:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Only Son</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Childhood Memories]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[annice kovnats]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[<div class="addthis_toolbox addthis_default_style " addthis:url='http://mymotherslife.com/2009/07/sense-of-adventure/' addthis:title='Sense of Adventure ' ><a href="//addthis.com/bookmark.php?v=250&#38;username=xa-4d2b47597ad291fb" class="addthis_button_compact">Share</a><span class="addthis_separator">&#124;</span><a class="addthis_button_preferred_1"></a><a class="addthis_button_preferred_2"></a><a class="addthis_button_preferred_3"></a><a class="addthis_button_preferred_4"></a></div>Strange how people are so alike, yet so different. I mean dad was the outgoing one of the two, yet our friday night ritual with my uncle &#038; aunt was always instigated by Mom. She is the one who kept it going, who made us go out and Dad was the one who needed convincing. Yet he is the outgoing one.<div class="addthis_toolbox addthis_default_style addthis_32x32_style" addthis:url='http://mymotherslife.com/2009/07/sense-of-adventure/' addthis:title='Sense of Adventure ' ><a class="addthis_button_preferred_1"></a><a class="addthis_button_preferred_2"></a><a class="addthis_button_preferred_3"></a><a class="addthis_button_preferred_4"></a><a class="addthis_button_compact"></a></div>]]></description>
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		<title>Sacrifices</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Jul 2009 17:48:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Only Son</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Childhood Memories]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[<div class="addthis_toolbox addthis_default_style " addthis:url='http://mymotherslife.com/2009/07/sacrifices/' addthis:title='Sacrifices ' ><a href="//addthis.com/bookmark.php?v=250&#38;username=xa-4d2b47597ad291fb" class="addthis_button_compact">Share</a><span class="addthis_separator">&#124;</span><a class="addthis_button_preferred_1"></a><a class="addthis_button_preferred_2"></a><a class="addthis_button_preferred_3"></a><a class="addthis_button_preferred_4"></a></div>Odd when you think back, on things your parents did when you were younger. You never really take notice of how much of a sacrifice some things were, that you now take for granted. Hell, in many cases, today parents rarely make the life changing sacrifices they used to, because we have forgotten what it means, to be a real parent.<div class="addthis_toolbox addthis_default_style addthis_32x32_style" addthis:url='http://mymotherslife.com/2009/07/sacrifices/' addthis:title='Sacrifices ' ><a class="addthis_button_preferred_1"></a><a class="addthis_button_preferred_2"></a><a class="addthis_button_preferred_3"></a><a class="addthis_button_preferred_4"></a><a class="addthis_button_compact"></a></div>]]></description>
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