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		<title>Comment on The Mother of All Giveaways in Honor of Mother&#8217;s Day! by tracie</title>
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		<dc:creator>tracie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 14 May 2012 03:22:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Cathy:  You are the winner!  Please see your email for details.  Congratulations!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Cathy:  You are the winner!  Please see your email for details.  Congratulations!</p>
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		<title>Comment on The Mother of All Giveaways in Honor of Mother&#8217;s Day! by Marlene Bachand</title>
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		<dc:creator>Marlene Bachand</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 10 May 2012 02:21:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>So hard to find a single &quot;Mom memory!&quot;  It&#039;s just the warm and fuzzy feeling of childhood knowing that you were loved, secure, and well-taken care of.  If I had to pick one it might possibly be baking with my mom; making chocolate chip cookies.  She makes the best chocolate chip cookies ever, and I learn the secrets from her, and the love of baking was passed on to me and my sisters.  The smell of chocolate chip cookies will always remind me of my mom, and bring a smile to me face!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>So hard to find a single &#8220;Mom memory!&#8221;  It&#8217;s just the warm and fuzzy feeling of childhood knowing that you were loved, secure, and well-taken care of.  If I had to pick one it might possibly be baking with my mom; making chocolate chip cookies.  She makes the best chocolate chip cookies ever, and I learn the secrets from her, and the love of baking was passed on to me and my sisters.  The smell of chocolate chip cookies will always remind me of my mom, and bring a smile to me face!</p>
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		<title>Comment on The Mother of All Giveaways in Honor of Mother&#8217;s Day! by Liz</title>
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		<dc:creator>Liz</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 09 May 2012 23:14:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>We lived in a rural area with cows behind the house. One night my mother heard one of her five children calling for her, so she got out of bed to check on us, but we were all asleep.  She returned to bed &amp; started to drift asleep when she heard the call again.  She got out of bed to check on us, but we were all fast asleep.  She returned to her own bed and again heard, &quot;Moammmmm&quot; before she realized it was the cows mooing behind the house!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We lived in a rural area with cows behind the house. One night my mother heard one of her five children calling for her, so she got out of bed to check on us, but we were all asleep.  She returned to bed &amp; started to drift asleep when she heard the call again.  She got out of bed to check on us, but we were all fast asleep.  She returned to her own bed and again heard, &#8220;Moammmmm&#8221; before she realized it was the cows mooing behind the house!</p>
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		<title>Comment on The Mother of All Giveaways in Honor of Mother&#8217;s Day! by James Brown</title>
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		<dc:creator>James Brown</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 08 May 2012 19:57:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>One of my favorite memories of my mother was when I was about 8 years old and by doctors orders I had to stay awake for 24 hours straight. My mom stayed up all night with me, and took turns with my dad keeping me entertained and awake while their energy quickly drained. I would play games, play with my toys, and draw in my notepads- pretty much a kid&#039;s dream- to stay up waaaaay past their bedtime. By the time morning rolled around my parents were both wiped out, and my mom was the &quot;last man standing&quot; who stayed up till morning with me, making sure I didn&#039;t nod off. By morning all of her energy has been drained, and all she wanted to do was sleep, and she was hoping I would do the same. When it was time to go to sleep, I turned to my mom who I&#039;m sure was ready to pass out, and with excitement asked her &quot;Can we do that again tomorrow night!?&quot; Battered and beaten with a complete lack of sleep, she managed to laugh out a good &quot;NO&quot; and soon went to bed afterwards. For a brief evening my mom let me live out a child&#039;s dream, and a doctor&#039;s orders I GLADLY abided by.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>One of my favorite memories of my mother was when I was about 8 years old and by doctors orders I had to stay awake for 24 hours straight. My mom stayed up all night with me, and took turns with my dad keeping me entertained and awake while their energy quickly drained. I would play games, play with my toys, and draw in my notepads- pretty much a kid&#8217;s dream- to stay up waaaaay past their bedtime. By the time morning rolled around my parents were both wiped out, and my mom was the &#8220;last man standing&#8221; who stayed up till morning with me, making sure I didn&#8217;t nod off. By morning all of her energy has been drained, and all she wanted to do was sleep, and she was hoping I would do the same. When it was time to go to sleep, I turned to my mom who I&#8217;m sure was ready to pass out, and with excitement asked her &#8220;Can we do that again tomorrow night!?&#8221; Battered and beaten with a complete lack of sleep, she managed to laugh out a good &#8220;NO&#8221; and soon went to bed afterwards. For a brief evening my mom let me live out a child&#8217;s dream, and a doctor&#8217;s orders I GLADLY abided by.</p>
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		<title>Comment on The Mother of All Giveaways in Honor of Mother&#8217;s Day! by Debbie Paradis</title>
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		<dc:creator>Debbie Paradis</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 08 May 2012 18:56:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I am one of three adult children of the best mother in the world. My favorite memory is when she told me that mothers usually always have a &quot;favorite&quot; child. &quot;It&#039;s the one that needs me the most at any moment in time. So sometimes my favorite child changes daily.&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I am one of three adult children of the best mother in the world. My favorite memory is when she told me that mothers usually always have a &#8220;favorite&#8221; child. &#8220;It&#8217;s the one that needs me the most at any moment in time. So sometimes my favorite child changes daily.&#8221;</p>
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		<title>Comment on The Mother of All Giveaways in Honor of Mother&#8217;s Day! by Cathy Arlowe</title>
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		<dc:creator>Cathy Arlowe</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 08 May 2012 18:46:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>When I was a kid my mom would improvise on the piano and my sisters and I would act out the story she would tell.  &quot;You are a fox in the forest . . . . You are a rabbit looking for food.&quot;  The one I recall the most was &quot;You are a leaf floating on the water.&quot;  At this point my sisters and I would be lying on the floor waiving our arms and legs.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When I was a kid my mom would improvise on the piano and my sisters and I would act out the story she would tell.  &#8220;You are a fox in the forest . . . . You are a rabbit looking for food.&#8221;  The one I recall the most was &#8220;You are a leaf floating on the water.&#8221;  At this point my sisters and I would be lying on the floor waiving our arms and legs.</p>
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		<title>Comment on The Mother of All Giveaways in Honor of Mother&#8217;s Day! by tracie</title>
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		<dc:creator>tracie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 08 May 2012 02:44:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thank you for your entry Shira.  You have been entered into our Mother&#039;s Day contest.  Winner will be announced this Sunday.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thank you for your entry Shira.  You have been entered into our Mother&#8217;s Day contest.  Winner will be announced this Sunday.</p>
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		<title>Comment on The Mother of All Giveaways in Honor of Mother&#8217;s Day! by Shira Nahari</title>
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		<dc:creator>Shira Nahari</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 02 May 2012 03:16:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This story about my Mom is likely a bit different from the nostalgic memories 
many daughters may post. A few years before she passed on n her &#039;80&#039;s there was 
an incident that shifted my entire relationship with her and changed my life 
forever.
I was visiting Mom along with my eldest daughter, when one day I threw myself on 
the bed and sobbed my heart out. I explained to my daughter that I couldn&#039;t take
it any more the way Mom had to do over everything I had done, making me feel 
incompetent and just plain wrong!
My wise daughter reminded me that for Nonnie there was only one right way to do 
anything, and that was HER way. By showing me that way, Nonnie was doing the 
most loving thing she could imagine. 
The scales fell from my eyes as suddenly I got the love that was expressed throughout
 a lifetime of being criticized and corrected. In the few remaining years we had 
together, I was able to accept my mother&#039;s love in the special way she knew to
express it. I am so grateful for this lesson, which has  served me in countless 
relationships and situations in my nearly 4 decades of life.
since, and I am so grateful for it.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This story about my Mom is likely a bit different from the nostalgic memories<br />
many daughters may post. A few years before she passed on n her &#8217;80&#8217;s there was<br />
an incident that shifted my entire relationship with her and changed my life<br />
forever.<br />
I was visiting Mom along with my eldest daughter, when one day I threw myself on<br />
the bed and sobbed my heart out. I explained to my daughter that I couldn&#8217;t take<br />
it any more the way Mom had to do over everything I had done, making me feel<br />
incompetent and just plain wrong!<br />
My wise daughter reminded me that for Nonnie there was only one right way to do<br />
anything, and that was HER way. By showing me that way, Nonnie was doing the<br />
most loving thing she could imagine.<br />
The scales fell from my eyes as suddenly I got the love that was expressed throughout<br />
 a lifetime of being criticized and corrected. In the few remaining years we had<br />
together, I was able to accept my mother&#8217;s love in the special way she knew to<br />
express it. I am so grateful for this lesson, which has  served me in countless<br />
relationships and situations in my nearly 4 decades of life.<br />
since, and I am so grateful for it.</p>
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