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	<title>Comments on: The Dead Mother&#8217;s Son</title>
	<link>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/05/31/the-dead-mothers-son/</link>
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		<title>by: Lauren</title>
		<link>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/05/31/the-dead-mothers-son/#comment-18763</link>
		<pubDate>Mon, 04 Jun 2007 08:13:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>You certainly weren't the only kid to say stuff like that.
I was standing in line for the bus in second grade when the girl behind me, Cindy, said, "I don't like you because your mom died."
It didn't phase me that much.  It was such a horrible and bizarre thing to say.  I just wrote her off as mean and ridiculous.  But I had also had a year to recover from my mother's death.  Nevertheless, I still remember her name and no one else's.

I think children say things like that in order to distance themselves from the terror of losing a parent.  If they make fun of it, it can't happen to them.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You certainly weren&#8217;t the only kid to say stuff like that.<br />
I was standing in line for the bus in second grade when the girl behind me, Cindy, said, &#8220;I don&#8217;t like you because your mom died.&#8221;<br />
It didn&#8217;t phase me that much.  It was such a horrible and bizarre thing to say.  I just wrote her off as mean and ridiculous.  But I had also had a year to recover from my mother&#8217;s death.  Nevertheless, I still remember her name and no one else&#8217;s.</p>
<p>I think children say things like that in order to distance themselves from the terror of losing a parent.  If they make fun of it, it can&#8217;t happen to them.
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		<title>by: Martha</title>
		<link>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/05/31/the-dead-mothers-son/#comment-18472</link>
		<pubDate>Sun, 03 Jun 2007 03:41:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/05/31/the-dead-mothers-son/#comment-18472</guid>
					<description>I don't want to make you feel worse than you already do, but I think the comment "Children are resilient," is a bunch of bs.  Some children are resilient, but others struggle for years after becoming adults because of the things they suffered as children.  It seems, though, that you are repentant for your actions, and I believe there is forgiveness offered.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I don&#8217;t want to make you feel worse than you already do, but I think the comment &#8220;Children are resilient,&#8221; is a bunch of bs.  Some children are resilient, but others struggle for years after becoming adults because of the things they suffered as children.  It seems, though, that you are repentant for your actions, and I believe there is forgiveness offered.
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		<title>by: Jaime N.</title>
		<link>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/05/31/the-dead-mothers-son/#comment-18090</link>
		<pubDate>Thu, 31 May 2007 22:25:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/05/31/the-dead-mothers-son/#comment-18090</guid>
					<description>Great story.  I know your plight, and admire your confession.  I am also inspired.  Thank you.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Great story.  I know your plight, and admire your confession.  I am also inspired.  Thank you.
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		<title>by: Darian</title>
		<link>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/05/31/the-dead-mothers-son/#comment-18054</link>
		<pubDate>Thu, 31 May 2007 17:38:36 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Wow, very moving. Children can be so unintentionally cruel to each other. Childhood is full of harsh moments and times of clarity. I\'m sure he knows that you were only a kid too. Thanks for writing this.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wow, very moving. Children can be so unintentionally cruel to each other. Childhood is full of harsh moments and times of clarity. I\&#8217;m sure he knows that you were only a kid too. Thanks for writing this.
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		<title>by: Charlie</title>
		<link>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/05/31/the-dead-mothers-son/#comment-18053</link>
		<pubDate>Thu, 31 May 2007 17:29:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/05/31/the-dead-mothers-son/#comment-18053</guid>
					<description>I agree that childhood is a very cruel time.  I look back at some of the things I said and did and wonder what was wrong with me, that's why I like this story.  It is good to know I am not the only one looking back with regret on some of those things.  I especially liked the part about lying over and over again to his friends.  When I was a kid, I would lie repeatedly and fantastically just because I thought it was so easy.  I remember once I accused a couple of kids who were older than me of beating me up when I went to the nurse with an upset stomach.  I picked their names randomly from an attendance sheet, without even knowing who they were, and they were called in and had a big conference with the principals present and all.  I think when we are young we have yet to develop a true sense of right and wrong, that is why we have our childhood to do things like this so that we can look back on such experiences and make judgments to compare to how we are now.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I agree that childhood is a very cruel time.  I look back at some of the things I said and did and wonder what was wrong with me, that&#8217;s why I like this story.  It is good to know I am not the only one looking back with regret on some of those things.  I especially liked the part about lying over and over again to his friends.  When I was a kid, I would lie repeatedly and fantastically just because I thought it was so easy.  I remember once I accused a couple of kids who were older than me of beating me up when I went to the nurse with an upset stomach.  I picked their names randomly from an attendance sheet, without even knowing who they were, and they were called in and had a big conference with the principals present and all.  I think when we are young we have yet to develop a true sense of right and wrong, that is why we have our childhood to do things like this so that we can look back on such experiences and make judgments to compare to how we are now.
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		<title>by: Andrew</title>
		<link>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/05/31/the-dead-mothers-son/#comment-18042</link>
		<pubDate>Thu, 31 May 2007 16:30:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/05/31/the-dead-mothers-son/#comment-18042</guid>
					<description>You think you're bad?  If you could know the things I have done, or wanted to do, or had done to me, you'd never make the list.

We move on, we repent, we let new actions supplant old actions.  We don't forget but we place these things in a spectrum of our lives.  The good days and the bad days will average out.

I think, from my perspective, that this is a good day for you.  Thanks for writing.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You think you&#8217;re bad?  If you could know the things I have done, or wanted to do, or had done to me, you&#8217;d never make the list.</p>
<p>We move on, we repent, we let new actions supplant old actions.  We don&#8217;t forget but we place these things in a spectrum of our lives.  The good days and the bad days will average out.</p>
<p>I think, from my perspective, that this is a good day for you.  Thanks for writing.
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		<title>by: Jordan Clary</title>
		<link>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/05/31/the-dead-mothers-son/#comment-18012</link>
		<pubDate>Thu, 31 May 2007 12:53:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/05/31/the-dead-mothers-son/#comment-18012</guid>
					<description>Wow, so much honesty in this!  Childhood is a cruel time.  Whoever idealizes children as pure and innocent is probably blocking their own memories.  While the things you said probably did cause pain, it\'s probably not as much as it\'s causing you.  Children are also resiliant.  The fact that you are still carrying this also shows you have compassion.  And courage--it takes a lot of courage to write something like this.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wow, so much honesty in this!  Childhood is a cruel time.  Whoever idealizes children as pure and innocent is probably blocking their own memories.  While the things you said probably did cause pain, it\&#8217;s probably not as much as it\&#8217;s causing you.  Children are also resiliant.  The fact that you are still carrying this also shows you have compassion.  And courage&#8211;it takes a lot of courage to write something like this.
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