tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724394291330902141.post5723974100162935861..comments2024-02-17T21:40:24.532-07:00Comments on Carol's Corner: SLICE OF LIFECarolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13294455230627182656noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724394291330902141.post-11130000287704022272012-12-11T20:36:19.920-07:002012-12-11T20:36:19.920-07:00Gorgeous way to show your feelings, Carol. It mad...Gorgeous way to show your feelings, Carol. It made me a little teary, too, for those sweet days of the uniforms, & the little moments you shared. I always thought it was great fun, to watch, to cheer! Thanks for bringing back some of my own memories, & hugs to you in these sad moments.Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724394291330902141.post-74308894045485748062012-12-11T16:14:17.589-07:002012-12-11T16:14:17.589-07:00I remember missing summer games the most, the swea...I remember missing summer games the most, the sweaty smell in the gym and even the terrible refs. I loved the warm up songs and the pride of seeing my girl and then my boy playing their hearts out. It is a transition that is very difficult because of the joy we all felt together. Do the boys miss the jerseys too? Thanks for writing this Carol! XO Nanchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13135130889558068676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724394291330902141.post-86623306351570180162012-12-11T15:59:29.748-07:002012-12-11T15:59:29.748-07:00It was interesting how you used missing the unifor...It was interesting how you used missing the uniforms for all the emotions you are feeling as your boys are growing up. It made me a bit wistful, too.writekimwritehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02910094603036735657noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724394291330902141.post-13281860511747529942012-12-11T15:52:16.463-07:002012-12-11T15:52:16.463-07:00This comment has been removed by the author.writekimwritehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02910094603036735657noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724394291330902141.post-91018481009061244922012-12-11T10:36:55.510-07:002012-12-11T10:36:55.510-07:00wonderful poetry!
wonderful poetry!<br />Penny Jansenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10018407739432074946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724394291330902141.post-59019443326379551622012-12-11T06:29:28.493-07:002012-12-11T06:29:28.493-07:00Missing uniforms...and the bodies they housed, now...Missing uniforms...and the bodies they housed, now grown and far away...and missed. Motherhood is full of the bittersweet, I have come to believe.Tara @ A Teaching Lifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07195982194362559883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7724394291330902141.post-63432772351490805952012-12-11T05:38:33.944-07:002012-12-11T05:38:33.944-07:00A true story told by a mother involved in orchestr...A true story told by a mother involved in orchestrating two boys in sports and lots of uniforms. <br /><br />In the craziness of it all, you may wish the uniforms to be lost forever or not needing to be washed, again, right now. But then as time moves forward and those uniforms are no longer needed in such magnitude, I can feel that you are missing them. And your boys in the fast paced life of sports and transporting and rushing here and there and searching for those uniforms. This actually made me a little sad, moving from one phase of life occupied by sports and uniforms to an unknown future.<br /><br />A simple slice packed with emotion that is about more than just uniforms.<br /><br /> Michellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04822472844833732246noreply@blogger.com