tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33624978.post3403964770369058074..comments2024-03-25T17:48:53.875-04:00Comments on Heissatopia: Welcome, welcome Sabbath morning...now please go far, far away.Andrewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14785629874138416100noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33624978.post-33855620074375894492012-05-08T18:24:54.009-04:002012-05-08T18:24:54.009-04:00I cried a few tears too. Maybe every mom just want...I cried a few tears too. Maybe every mom just wants their kids to learn from their actions, and maybe, just maybe, someday notice the person who makes sure their little world's go around. That Rachel, she's a keeper!Tamsin Northhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14546493924320998563noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33624978.post-44625582560421646112012-05-07T17:36:59.114-04:002012-05-07T17:36:59.114-04:00Dude, this story upset me. Not by anything you did...Dude, this story upset me. Not by anything you did, because I would have done the EXACT same thing, except I would have left my child in the street and never looked back (well, maybe not, but you know). It upsets me because my girls have NEVER make that connection between their behavior and how it make ME feel unless I outlined the path to that conclusion with strobe lights and neon paint. Seriously, that is some amazing deduction. And once the connection was made, it was also impressive to me that she CHANGED HER BEHAVIOR. Blows my mind. Totally. Totally....Geneenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00988987624395532647noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33624978.post-42252356238391682012-05-07T13:48:45.317-04:002012-05-07T13:48:45.317-04:00Your story made me cry a little too. I hope someda...Your story made me cry a little too. I hope someday Edward will realize how his behavior affects his mother or anyone else around him, but currently it does not feel like that will every happen.Warburtonshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13617591501922660658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33624978.post-14161658809133792012-05-07T07:56:44.878-04:002012-05-07T07:56:44.878-04:00Wow your day sounds like mine, only our church is ...Wow your day sounds like mine, only our church is in ghetto downtown so I just sat in the hallway while Gigi kept digging her finger nails into my arm, telling me I had to give her the crayons. Of course she wasn't repentant later. Instead she kept spitting on her chair during sharing time and drawing pictures in the spit. They kicked her out and brought her to Jason who was subbing in nursery. Thank goodness because had it be a me only Sunday I probably would have walked out and not come back for a year. She then had a delightful time playing with Sadie in nursery...so in my opinion that sort of backfired. Primary isn't always the funnest place people, show kids a way they can escape and they are probably going to take it :) PS I love your cat punishment.....Cryshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08093625438383031052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33624978.post-46803954439200817882012-05-07T01:11:03.094-04:002012-05-07T01:11:03.094-04:00So sweet, Rachel's in-primary repentance. And ...So sweet, Rachel's in-primary repentance. And just so you know, I threw my last really horrible tantrum at age 15 or 16, not sure which. While my sister and I were home alone because our parents were in Europe. And I was truly, truly chagrined by my behavior, and the person who had to listen to that tantrum (Arlene) never had to ever again. And I am really sorry about Rachel being so much like me sometimes, so I hope her last really bad tantrum comes much sooner than mine did!Myrnahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06450610418971329885noreply@blogger.com