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		<title>Comment on Starting a child&#8217;s day with JOY by Shawn</title>
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		<dc:creator>Shawn</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 23 May 2013 00:28:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sounds lovely ... good for you!]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Sounds lovely &#8230; good for you!</p>
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		<title>Comment on Starting a child&#8217;s day with JOY by Jennifer Fischer</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jennifer Fischer</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 23:26:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I think starting and ending my day with Thich Nhat Hanh seems like a great idea. Somehow I found this post buried in my inbox today, so many weeks later, but it is perfect timing since we have had some rough nights here lately, yet starting the day with joy has been my only way to get through it. Monday, I surprised my 3 year-old with cookie making first thing the in morning (I prepped everything the night before) and we had breakfast while the cookies were in the oven, and today he and I went on an early morning walk so that his younger brother (who was awake from 1 am-4:30 am) could get a little more sleep. Big bro loved it! It was a joyous morning indeed.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I think starting and ending my day with Thich Nhat Hanh seems like a great idea. Somehow I found this post buried in my inbox today, so many weeks later, but it is perfect timing since we have had some rough nights here lately, yet starting the day with joy has been my only way to get through it. Monday, I surprised my 3 year-old with cookie making first thing the in morning (I prepped everything the night before) and we had breakfast while the cookies were in the oven, and today he and I went on an early morning walk so that his younger brother (who was awake from 1 am-4:30 am) could get a little more sleep. Big bro loved it! It was a joyous morning indeed.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Trusting ourselves as mothers by Shawn</title>
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		<dc:creator>Shawn</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 11:54:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Perhaps you are right but that&#039;s not what I heard. Thankfully, I said nothing to her and didn&#039;t do any harm to her either way. : )]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Perhaps you are right but that&#8217;s not what I heard. Thankfully, I said nothing to her and didn&#8217;t do any harm to her either way. : )</p>
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		<title>Comment on Trusting ourselves as mothers by Shawn</title>
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		<dc:creator>Shawn</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 11:52:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Kathryn -- You are so right, it does feel like a strong punch to the gut. But, these are the things that make us stronger for them when they need us most later in life, right? At least that is what I tell myself. LOL]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Kathryn &#8212; You are so right, it does feel like a strong punch to the gut. But, these are the things that make us stronger for them when they need us most later in life, right? At least that is what I tell myself. LOL</p>
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		<title>Comment on Project 52 &#124; Trust Yourself by Shawn</title>
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		<dc:creator>Shawn</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 11:51:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[thank you ... and may trust form in your being today and always ...]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>thank you &#8230; and may trust form in your being today and always &#8230;</p>
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		<title>Comment on Trusting ourselves as mothers by Shawn</title>
		<link>http://awesomelyawake.com/trusting-ourselves-as-mothers/#comment-22765</link>
		<dc:creator>Shawn</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 11:51:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Thanks, Hillary. xoxo]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks, Hillary. xoxo</p>
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		<title>Comment on Trusting ourselves as mothers by hillary</title>
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		<dc:creator>hillary</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 03:54:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Beautiful post Shawn.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Beautiful post Shawn.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Project 52 &#124; Trust Yourself by Lindsey</title>
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		<dc:creator>Lindsey</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 02:08:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I loved this.  Thank you.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I loved this.  Thank you.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Trusting ourselves as mothers by Kathryn</title>
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		<dc:creator>Kathryn</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 20:40:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Shawn, 
I am absolutely touched at the way you handled what feels like a strong punch to your gut. I remember when my 6 year old son told me he hated me. Thankfully, it has been the only time he has said it. We were eating lunch and he wanted a juice box and I told him we were having milk. He stopped eating, looked straight at me and said &quot;I hate you&quot;. My husband and I just sat there stunned. I almost cried but before I could say a word, my husband spoke up and told him that wasn&#039;t a nice thing to say. I knew in my heart he didn&#039;t mean it but he was just frustrated with my answer of no juice. My daughter who is nearing two, will no doubt experience the same frustration at our rules and will find a way to let us know. Until then, I&#039;ve heard it said that &quot; if your kids hate you, you&#039;re doing a good job.&quot;]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Shawn,<br />
I am absolutely touched at the way you handled what feels like a strong punch to your gut. I remember when my 6 year old son told me he hated me. Thankfully, it has been the only time he has said it. We were eating lunch and he wanted a juice box and I told him we were having milk. He stopped eating, looked straight at me and said &#8220;I hate you&#8221;. My husband and I just sat there stunned. I almost cried but before I could say a word, my husband spoke up and told him that wasn&#8217;t a nice thing to say. I knew in my heart he didn&#8217;t mean it but he was just frustrated with my answer of no juice. My daughter who is nearing two, will no doubt experience the same frustration at our rules and will find a way to let us know. Until then, I&#8217;ve heard it said that &#8221; if your kids hate you, you&#8217;re doing a good job.&#8221;</p>
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		<title>Comment on Trusting ourselves as mothers by Jake</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jake</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 18:37:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Do you think she really meant &quot;instead&quot;? I think it means that you&#039;ve built such a wonderful village around her that she has other people who she loves. She knows how much you love her, because that&#039;s how she knows that parental love is so massive. So I read this not as a competition or rejection, but a statement that she wishes Dr. N. could be an extra parent; that Dr. N. is such a good influence that she wants to be loved back by her, as much as she is by you. The words just tumbled out of the taco shell, and splattered on the floor.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Do you think she really meant &#8220;instead&#8221;? I think it means that you&#8217;ve built such a wonderful village around her that she has other people who she loves. She knows how much you love her, because that&#8217;s how she knows that parental love is so massive. So I read this not as a competition or rejection, but a statement that she wishes Dr. N. could be an extra parent; that Dr. N. is such a good influence that she wants to be loved back by her, as much as she is by you. The words just tumbled out of the taco shell, and splattered on the floor.</p>
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