tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259952795997957550.post7527837043147528045..comments2024-03-26T08:35:24.246-05:00Comments on That man Quilts?: To re-do, or not to re-do. That is the questionLanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17961668927812199081noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259952795997957550.post-9031506535663619222011-11-13T08:23:33.241-06:002011-11-13T08:23:33.241-06:00Part of what makes you such a great parent is all ...Part of what makes you such a great parent is all the thought you put into what you are doing and what you have done. We could all use a bit more introspection in our lives.Vesuviusmamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08447649002367621196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259952795997957550.post-10539139261926605882011-11-04T16:42:23.667-05:002011-11-04T16:42:23.667-05:00Memory and perspective are such curious things. An...Memory and perspective are such curious things. And you're so right that our experiences and interpretations, especially after time, can be so subjective.<br /><br />Over Hallowe'en I pulled out a costume piece I made back in high school. It was one of the first times I had ever used a pattern, and I had almost no idea what I was doing. I hadn't looked at it in a few years, and the crudity of it really took my breath away. My next thought was of my mother, who advised me on the project, but didn't interfere. How did she let me do such a bodge job? How did she not manage to point out my awkward fit, raw facings, lack of understitching? And yet, if she had, would I have taken the advice and learned from it, or just tossed the project and sulked? I don't know---but I think a HUGE part of parenting is figuring out how to walk that line between correction and allowing the kid to learn on their own. I suspect the guidelines involve 1) who is affected by the poor job---just the kid, or does it affect you, too? and 2) the significance of the problem---is it an important defect (dangerous to health, say, like not turning off the stove) or just something irksome, like a poorly made bed?Tanit-Isishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15824217102632813598noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259952795997957550.post-67078827320591355012011-11-03T23:04:12.266-05:002011-11-03T23:04:12.266-05:00I have a confession.....I wish I would have had pa...I have a confession.....I wish I would have had parents like you and Rob. And I mean that. Lane you are so not good enough....you are so MUCH BETTER THAN THAT.....So much more!Coloradoladyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16312809532968928183noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259952795997957550.post-10765035583271840672011-11-02T13:37:32.268-05:002011-11-02T13:37:32.268-05:00Wow. Just wow. You rock!Wow. Just wow. You rock!Beckyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14082295990536140884noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259952795997957550.post-83780170766576760962011-11-02T12:35:37.600-05:002011-11-02T12:35:37.600-05:00wow. enjoyed reading. glad your daughter has a Da...wow. enjoyed reading. glad your daughter has a Dad like you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259952795997957550.post-27165377899198600922011-11-02T12:21:59.215-05:002011-11-02T12:21:59.215-05:00Oh my gosh! I felt like I was reading a post about...Oh my gosh! I felt like I was reading a post about myself! I suffer from perfectionism because my father pointed out the places I missed when I cut the grass. I never considered HIS side of those encounters until I read this post. I wasn't lucky (or un-lucky) enough to become a parent myself so I guess I just didn't have the opportunity to see that I was probably half-assing it too. So thank you SO MUCH for pointing that out to me. Cheers!Robinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06008396222816052820noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5259952795997957550.post-18792834552553596212011-11-02T11:44:00.394-05:002011-11-02T11:44:00.394-05:00Good post, Lane, and for the record, you come acro...Good post, Lane, and for the record, you come across as very human and lovable.<br /><br />You caught I remember most from parenting my daughters: the realization that most of my interpretation of my parents behavior was wrong.<br /><br />The one that really sticks out is that I thought my folks loved me less than one of my sisters-- the one who would do anything for attention. Because I was quiet, I was ignored. It wasn't true. They loved me just as much, and really valued my behavior, because I wasn't acting out. I just wish I'd have figured it out when I was a kid, instead of spending most of childhood depressed and feeling unloved.lwhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08731797783816953087noreply@blogger.com