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	<title>Comments on: The Last Time</title>
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		<title>By: lindacopy</title>
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		<dc:creator>lindacopy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 16 May 2010 17:31:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This is so true and beautiful. You really never know and then the last time has happened. And even after only a few weeks pass, it can seem like a lifetime ago. That my son slept with his stuffed animals. Or my other son needed me to wash his hair. Mother&#039;s Day has always felt like a real holiday to me. My husband and boys do sweet things, but it&#039;s funny -- for me, the day is still more about honoring the older generation of moms in my family and my husband&#039;s family.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is so true and beautiful. You really never know and then the last time has happened. And even after only a few weeks pass, it can seem like a lifetime ago. That my son slept with his stuffed animals. Or my other son needed me to wash his hair. Mother&#8217;s Day has always felt like a real holiday to me. My husband and boys do sweet things, but it&#8217;s funny &#8212; for me, the day is still more about honoring the older generation of moms in my family and my husband&#8217;s family.</p>
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		<title>By: Lindsay</title>
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		<dc:creator>Lindsay</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 12 May 2010 16:37:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Lovely piece Jennifer, made me teary.  Spencer embraced Mother&#039;s Day and quietly woke up Bruce to help him make me breakfast in bed, then I looked out the second story bathroom window to see him picking wild flowers in the backyard, and then a very creative scavenger hunt full of artwork. Liam on the otherhand, not so eager to put his own interests aside, but did fulfill my request to write down three nice things about me, repeated after me, &quot;I love you Mommy&quot; and made room for me to cuddle on the sofa.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Lovely piece Jennifer, made me teary.  Spencer embraced Mother&#8217;s Day and quietly woke up Bruce to help him make me breakfast in bed, then I looked out the second story bathroom window to see him picking wild flowers in the backyard, and then a very creative scavenger hunt full of artwork. Liam on the otherhand, not so eager to put his own interests aside, but did fulfill my request to write down three nice things about me, repeated after me, &#8220;I love you Mommy&#8221; and made room for me to cuddle on the sofa.</p>
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		<title>By: becky up a hill</title>
		<link>http://mothersofbrothers.com/the-last-time/comment-page-1/#comment-7582</link>
		<dc:creator>becky up a hill</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 12 May 2010 01:15:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Lasts make me weepy..adult children make me weepy, happy and mad...sometimes in a 60 minute time span. Sweet blog Jennifer.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Lasts make me weepy..adult children make me weepy, happy and mad&#8230;sometimes in a 60 minute time span. Sweet blog Jennifer.</p>
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		<title>By: Sylvia Spaeth Brayton</title>
		<link>http://mothersofbrothers.com/the-last-time/comment-page-1/#comment-7571</link>
		<dc:creator>Sylvia Spaeth Brayton</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 10 May 2010 21:18:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Mothers Day passed as all holidays do in the Brayton household. No card, no Hallmark moment, not so much as a spoken &quot;Happy -----  Day (insert Mothers, Birth or Christmas)&quot; until after dinner when Nick had the lightbulb go on over his head- &quot;Is it Mother&#039;s Day?&quot; &quot;I wish you had told me Mom!&quot; I guess all the computer-video game playing has cut down on the TV watching and therefore the commercial influence! :3</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Mothers Day passed as all holidays do in the Brayton household. No card, no Hallmark moment, not so much as a spoken &#8220;Happy &#8212;&#8211;  Day (insert Mothers, Birth or Christmas)&#8221; until after dinner when Nick had the lightbulb go on over his head- &#8220;Is it Mother&#8217;s Day?&#8221; &#8220;I wish you had told me Mom!&#8221; I guess all the computer-video game playing has cut down on the TV watching and therefore the commercial influence! :3</p>
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		<title>By: Walking In My Sleep</title>
		<link>http://mothersofbrothers.com/the-last-time/comment-page-1/#comment-7567</link>
		<dc:creator>Walking In My Sleep</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 10 May 2010 14:28:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Once again, Jen, you hit the nail on the head. I find myself so often thinking about when this part of childhood passes on forever. (Sometimes, I&#039;m glad to see this &quot;phase&quot; or that &quot;stage&quot; go by!) This morning, I found myself asking my little guy for a hug. Reluctantly, I received one and suddenly realized that the sense of eagerness to give mom a hug had passed by.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Once again, Jen, you hit the nail on the head. I find myself so often thinking about when this part of childhood passes on forever. (Sometimes, I&#8217;m glad to see this &#8220;phase&#8221; or that &#8220;stage&#8221; go by!) This morning, I found myself asking my little guy for a hug. Reluctantly, I received one and suddenly realized that the sense of eagerness to give mom a hug had passed by.</p>
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		<title>By: Elizabeth @ Life in Pencil</title>
		<link>http://mothersofbrothers.com/the-last-time/comment-page-1/#comment-7566</link>
		<dc:creator>Elizabeth @ Life in Pencil</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 10 May 2010 14:05:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Jennifer, I LOVE this line:  &quot;there are so many moments that are also &#039;lasts,&#039; but we have no way of knowing that at the time.&quot;  I have always believed that there are few times in life when we are consciously aware that things are ending.  Usually, the next thing has started before we know that the other thing was over.  

I&#039;ll be writing about my &quot;first&quot; Mother&#039;s Day tomorrow at LiP, so stay tuned! :)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Jennifer, I LOVE this line:  &#8220;there are so many moments that are also &#8216;lasts,&#8217; but we have no way of knowing that at the time.&#8221;  I have always believed that there are few times in life when we are consciously aware that things are ending.  Usually, the next thing has started before we know that the other thing was over.  </p>
<p>I&#8217;ll be writing about my &#8220;first&#8221; Mother&#8217;s Day tomorrow at LiP, so stay tuned! <img src='http://mothersofbrothers.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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