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	<title>Comments on: different</title>
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	<description>entirely true, but exaggerated for comic effect</description>
	<pubDate>Fri, 04 Jul 2008 19:41:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: Daisy</title>
		<link>http://fridayplaydate.com/different/#comment-17571</link>
		<author>Daisy</author>
		<pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2008 02:40:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hmm. Right now, you don't want them waking up at 5:30 AM. In a few (okay, several) years, you'll be on their cases to get up before noon! This, too, shall pass, but there will always be something.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hmm. Right now, you don&#8217;t want them waking up at 5:30 AM. In a few (okay, several) years, you&#8217;ll be on their cases to get up before noon! This, too, shall pass, but there will always be something.</p>
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		<title>By: Jenny</title>
		<link>http://fridayplaydate.com/different/#comment-17548</link>
		<author>Jenny</author>
		<pubDate>Sat, 23 Feb 2008 14:08:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Bravo Jody! That's exactly how I feel. And guess what? When they are 18 and about to leave for college, you worry even more.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Bravo Jody! That&#8217;s exactly how I feel. And guess what? When they are 18 and about to leave for college, you worry even more.</p>
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		<title>By: mark</title>
		<link>http://fridayplaydate.com/different/#comment-17497</link>
		<author>mark</author>
		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Feb 2008 15:49:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The emotional/physical makes a lot of sense to me. I know that my daughter expects/demands/needs different things from me than my wife.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The emotional/physical makes a lot of sense to me. I know that my daughter expects/demands/needs different things from me than my wife.</p>
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		<title>By: Pamela</title>
		<link>http://fridayplaydate.com/different/#comment-17496</link>
		<author>Pamela</author>
		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Feb 2008 15:46:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thanks for keepin' it real, Susan.  You are so right that all of parenting is hard during different stages and in different ways.  And each stage brings with it it's own batch of wonderful, too.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks for keepin&#8217; it real, Susan.  You are so right that all of parenting is hard during different stages and in different ways.  And each stage brings with it it&#8217;s own batch of wonderful, too.</p>
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		<title>By: jody</title>
		<link>http://fridayplaydate.com/different/#comment-17495</link>
		<author>jody</author>
		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Feb 2008 15:15:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://fridayplaydate.com/different/#comment-17495</guid>
		<description>I have a secret....it never gets easier. Buwhaahahhhahahahahh. 

It gets different... more emotionally draining...... when they become independant little teens.  Your mind goes into overdrive, and you lay on your back at 1am staring at the ceiling worrying about IT ALL.  Do they have nice friends. Are they happy?  Why can't I have a conversation with him in which every question I ask is not answered with "fine" and thats it.  Why is that little 13yo girl e-mailing him and why in the Sam Hell did he email her back asking her to "go" with him.  Go with him?  Where?  How?  He still plays with Bionicles for cying out loud.  How do you "go" with someone who plays with toys still????

But then he will walk up to you, standing almost as tall as you are, and he will put his arms around you, put his head on your shoulders and say "I love you, Mom" and all will be well...at least for that moment in time.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have a secret&#8230;.it never gets easier. Buwhaahahhhahahahahh. </p>
<p>It gets different&#8230; more emotionally draining&#8230;&#8230; when they become independant little teens.  Your mind goes into overdrive, and you lay on your back at 1am staring at the ceiling worrying about IT ALL.  Do they have nice friends. Are they happy?  Why can&#8217;t I have a conversation with him in which every question I ask is not answered with &#8220;fine&#8221; and thats it.  Why is that little 13yo girl e-mailing him and why in the Sam Hell did he email her back asking her to &#8220;go&#8221; with him.  Go with him?  Where?  How?  He still plays with Bionicles for cying out loud.  How do you &#8220;go&#8221; with someone who plays with toys still????</p>
<p>But then he will walk up to you, standing almost as tall as you are, and he will put his arms around you, put his head on your shoulders and say &#8220;I love you, Mom&#8221; and all will be well&#8230;at least for that moment in time.</p>
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		<title>By: standing still</title>
		<link>http://fridayplaydate.com/different/#comment-17491</link>
		<author>standing still</author>
		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Feb 2008 14:01:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>coffee
while
sorry</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>coffee<br />
while<br />
sorry</p>
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