tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670307799281384536.post5588443804887174080..comments2023-10-20T06:28:50.312-04:00Comments on Zen and the Art of the Midlife Crisis: A Touch of FluAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04952442938347357506noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670307799281384536.post-52652144267027110382008-09-18T20:04:00.000-04:002008-09-18T20:04:00.000-04:00Go see him. Are you banned? You will find as you...Go see him. Are you banned? <BR/><BR/>You will find as you muttle your way though the changes ahead that your son will turn to things he doesn't want to involve his mom in. There is an undefined division of labor so to speak. You just have to wait for the right divisor! Hang in there Kip. Be involved when you can. You boy will appreciate it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670307799281384536.post-29113152224547333022008-09-18T18:33:00.000-04:002008-09-18T18:33:00.000-04:00I'm agreed with both of you that the Motherlode ha...I'm agreed with both of you that the Motherlode has the strongest pull when a child is sick. It's not at all about a competition. I was just strongly aware last night of the backround role a father takes, present and caring, but just not the same embracing arms as one gets from mother and a familiar bed.<BR/><BR/>I felt this when we were all together. It's just more pronounced when he made hisAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04952442938347357506noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670307799281384536.post-57934701054441233972008-09-18T17:30:00.000-04:002008-09-18T17:30:00.000-04:00If it's any consolation at all, my son is the same...If it's any consolation at all, my son is the same... when he's ill, it's me that he wants. It isn't that he loves his Daddy any less than me, he doesn't. Nor is it a case that his Daddy will nurture him any less than I will. But the boy wants his Mummy when he's poorly. <BR/><BR/>Be well my friend and don't torture yourself, although I understand where you're coming from :-)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3670307799281384536.post-22911392166574284912008-09-18T10:45:00.000-04:002008-09-18T10:45:00.000-04:00I don't know why, but it's different with dads. I...I don't know why, but it's different with dads. I grew up with mine and when I was ill, I never really wanted 'nurturing' from him like that.<BR/><BR/>Now that I think about it, I wonder why?persistentillusionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05591110029555660905noreply@blogger.com