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	<title>Comments on: balancing the bad with the good</title>
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		<title>By: Gary</title>
		<link>http://phoenixwolfray.com/2008/04/13/balancing/#comment-4063</link>
		<dc:creator>Gary</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 01 May 2008 01:50:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thanks for posting this.  I have some "kids" very similar to the "bad" ones you mentioned.  Having found the "good" ones yet, or they seem to keep getting taken away from me.  My "bad" kids sound like, "Nothing I do is ever right.  I get put in situations that are overwhelming to me, and then people wonder why I do something wrong.  Can't they see this is too much for me?  Where's my Momma?  I need to be held, loved, protected, cherished for what I am, not for what I might become or what I really am underneath."  And I ask for Momma to hold this child and She does.  And I cry, because I've missed Her sooooooooo .......</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks for posting this.  I have some &#8220;kids&#8221; very similar to the &#8220;bad&#8221; ones you mentioned.  Having found the &#8220;good&#8221; ones yet, or they seem to keep getting taken away from me.  My &#8220;bad&#8221; kids sound like, &#8220;Nothing I do is ever right.  I get put in situations that are overwhelming to me, and then people wonder why I do something wrong.  Can&#8217;t they see this is too much for me?  Where&#8217;s my Momma?  I need to be held, loved, protected, cherished for what I am, not for what I might become or what I really am underneath.&#8221;  And I ask for Momma to hold this child and She does.  And I cry, because I&#8217;ve missed Her sooooooooo &#8230;&#8230;.</p>
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		<title>By: mom</title>
		<link>http://phoenixwolfray.com/2008/04/13/balancing/#comment-3937</link>
		<dc:creator>mom</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Apr 2008 14:15:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Wow! - this process may be helpful to others- can you please forward it to me in an e-mail? love Mom</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wow! - this process may be helpful to others- can you please forward it to me in an e-mail? love Mom</p>
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