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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-page-1/#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 &quot;kids&quot; very similar to the &quot;bad&quot; ones you mentioned.  Having found the &quot;good&quot; ones yet, or they seem to keep getting taken away from me.  My &quot;bad&quot; kids sound like, &quot;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&#039;t they see this is too much for me?  Where&#039;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.&quot;  And I ask for Momma to hold this child and She does.  And I cry, because I&#039;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-page-1/#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! &#8211; 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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