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	<title>Comments on: Love Is A Battlefield</title>
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		<title>By: Jo</title>
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		<description>This is a tough one!    And, I&#039;m afraid it is only just the beginning!   There are numerous times I can well recall that stirred up a multitude of feelings in me over the years.   Three particular memories I have that I&#039;m sure you remember quite well too are these.    Brets first full sentence: &quot; David hit me right here.&quot;...as he held out his arm to show me the damage.  Then I remember Erica reporting after being left in the care of her &quot;big brother&quot; that she was hit not just once, but at least a dozen times......which she had the where-with-all tou acutally count!   Later on, during a return visit from college, when Bret had &quot;at last&quot; grown to equal physical size of his &quot;big brother&quot; the two of you engaged in an angry fist flying, pushing and shoving argument on the steps that sent me into heart stopping fear, only to be told to settle down and get out of the way because you weren&#039;t REALLY hurting each other!   Yeah!   Many of these stories as well as others that mom is only privy to hear in later years, which only add more fuel to those lingering parental doubts of having been an effective and responsible parent at all!    Ah, but at last kids do grow up and learn that physical altercations don&#039;t cut it any more....well most of them!

Hang in There,

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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is a tough one!    And, I&#8217;m afraid it is only just the beginning!   There are numerous times I can well recall that stirred up a multitude of feelings in me over the years.   Three particular memories I have that I&#8217;m sure you remember quite well too are these.    Brets first full sentence: &#8221; David hit me right here.&#8221;&#8230;as he held out his arm to show me the damage.  Then I remember Erica reporting after being left in the care of her &#8220;big brother&#8221; that she was hit not just once, but at least a dozen times&#8230;&#8230;which she had the where-with-all tou acutally count!   Later on, during a return visit from college, when Bret had &#8220;at last&#8221; grown to equal physical size of his &#8220;big brother&#8221; the two of you engaged in an angry fist flying, pushing and shoving argument on the steps that sent me into heart stopping fear, only to be told to settle down and get out of the way because you weren&#8217;t REALLY hurting each other!   Yeah!   Many of these stories as well as others that mom is only privy to hear in later years, which only add more fuel to those lingering parental doubts of having been an effective and responsible parent at all!    Ah, but at last kids do grow up and learn that physical altercations don&#8217;t cut it any more&#8230;.well most of them!</p>
<p>Hang in There,</p>
<p>Mom</p>
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