tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440845209165896302.post3455839374023610644..comments2024-03-25T02:29:17.988-07:00Comments on Crazy Working Mom: Diary of a mother on the brink of snapping!: I Am a Mom AND....JAStilwellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13668924560160845350noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440845209165896302.post-5323937396381023992013-03-02T00:33:10.263-08:002013-03-02T00:33:10.263-08:00I became a mother at 16 years old....but still man...I became a mother at 16 years old....but still managed to be a student, graduate from college with a Masters Degree and now I am an IT Director for a Large IT Firm. I am also a wife, daughter, sister, Aunt, friend, cousin, boss, coworker..........but most of all I am ME!!! I loved your message that all of these things make us the amazing women we are. It has always disturbed me when someone says their Children are their life or their Husband is their life............although they can all be a priority, and the loves of our lives......Children grow up, find their own paths......husbands can be our best friends.....but to wrap your entire happiness and dependance on another, is a risky proposition and can be a hollow existance. It is ok to know yourself ........there are so many things that make me ME. I do have a life outside my husband, children, work and family. I do have interests....I do have a mind and loves independent of them. I know how to be alone and be married. I hope women learn you can love your children, love your husband, love your job and love your family and still have room for yourself as well. That beyond all those titles/lables, if you go to extreme in any area you will lose yourself. The future is unwritten.......best to be prepared for any path.....nothing is more dissappointing than to see someone completely fall apart when her children are grown and no longer "need" her. Very very sad to witness.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440845209165896302.post-73300299128021375982013-02-11T18:40:43.361-08:002013-02-11T18:40:43.361-08:00It's one of my biggest fears, to wake up with ...It's one of my biggest fears, to wake up with an empty nest and not know who I am. It's a process I think, about changing yourself as your parenting roles change too.<br />JJAStilwellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13668924560160845350noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440845209165896302.post-46766847056414053092013-02-11T18:39:25.949-08:002013-02-11T18:39:25.949-08:00My girls have quickly learned to NEVER use the phr...My girls have quickly learned to NEVER use the phrase "It's not fair".<br />My sister is a nurse, my brother in law a cop, my mom a pastor...an entire family of helpers that keeps reality in check.<br />JJAStilwellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13668924560160845350noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440845209165896302.post-13581325197071013282013-02-11T18:37:27.365-08:002013-02-11T18:37:27.365-08:00Bellman, Husband, Father, Friend, Author and Blogg...Bellman, Husband, Father, Friend, Author and Blogger extrordinaire!<br />My girls also have this costly medical condition you speak of...it's painful:)<br />J<br />JAStilwellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13668924560160845350noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440845209165896302.post-66407002129009585962013-02-10T05:36:58.267-08:002013-02-10T05:36:58.267-08:00Wonderful read! I too work outside the home in a p...Wonderful read! I too work outside the home in a place that I can share many a story - sometimes it is hard to separate the "two" lives. As for losing yourself - I completely get it. I watch my children getting older and as they venture off on their own I often sit alone wondering who I am and what do I do with myself now.<br /><br />Thanks for the post! Always love to read your blog.<br /><br />JustAndreaAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09753986261771808828noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440845209165896302.post-15045960656087338242013-02-08T10:56:08.604-08:002013-02-08T10:56:08.604-08:00I am mama, wife, daughter, etc. My other role is N...I am mama, wife, daughter, etc. My other role is Nurse; as in pediatric nurse. I too would love to write a book about the shit I've seen; it would be hilarious and heartbreaking. I don't win the 'bad day' contest most of the time in my house because my husband is a cop; as in detective working domestic violence crimes. I don't think his book would contain any hilarity. You gotta feel bad for my 3 kids though; pediatric nurse mom, cop dad. My kids NEVER get away with 'my life sucks' whining. Their dad and I ALWAYS have a 'you don't know what a sucky life is, you ungrateful children' story to back it up.<br />Kris M. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8440845209165896302.post-1155999188052945422013-02-08T06:32:06.699-08:002013-02-08T06:32:06.699-08:00I am a bellman, but one that isn't content to ...I am a bellman, but one that isn't content to stand awkwardly in a doorway while some schmuck searches for a small handful of change...<br /><br />No, I'm the bellman who speaks his mind, who becomes a part of his guests' lives, if only for a little while...<br /><br />And then I write about them, all the while hoping someone in a position of power will see the value in my observations and rants. Then maybe someday, if fate is smiling upon me, I'll be able to move to the next level of my writing career and make a few extra bucks to deal with my daughter's medical condition. You see, she just... won't... stop... growing.<br /><br />And that, my dear Jessica, means I have to keep shelling out the big bucks to fulfill her needs and wants.<br /><br />So that's who I am.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com