tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693083781931131475.post7704684678749122208..comments2024-02-15T00:43:45.855-08:00Comments on A Soulful Life: A small paragraph in a new chapterShosannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05848582110304798801noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693083781931131475.post-71234805756719822072015-07-26T09:13:35.287-07:002015-07-26T09:13:35.287-07:00Thank you so much Tonia :) I'm so sorry to hea...Thank you so much Tonia :) I'm so sorry to hear about what your lovely son went through. I'm so glad he shook the dust off his feet and made a wonderful life for himself. There is much to be said for finding your own tribe. Emmy is so strong. I am so proud of her. She has come so far and has found people who love her for who she is inside. xxShosannahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05848582110304798801noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693083781931131475.post-28721623570535631032015-07-26T09:10:17.367-07:002015-07-26T09:10:17.367-07:00I'm so sorry to hear of your experience Tessa....I'm so sorry to hear of your experience Tessa. These years can leave such lasting memories both for good and ill. It is so heartbreaking to be left out, I remember experiencing the same thing at school. Wishing you all the best :) xShosannahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05848582110304798801noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693083781931131475.post-57426459151262195472015-07-24T17:40:10.689-07:002015-07-24T17:40:10.689-07:00Oh my heart. My oldest was treated poorly when he...Oh my heart. My oldest was treated poorly when he played sports for the local high school - he played for three years and I never knew what he was going through until his senior year when he decided he didn't need that any more. My heart was crushed. But he went on to college and found his tribe of people and became loved and happy and all was well, so it is good to remember that this too shall pass, even though we mommas can hardly bear it in the mean time. I hope dear Emmy is shaking the dust right off her feet and going out to conquer the world. And prayers and hope over the girls coming behind. They are such lovely beings. Hugs to you my friend.toniahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09619052605209933375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693083781931131475.post-76001671578653625722015-07-18T14:46:04.119-07:002015-07-18T14:46:04.119-07:00precious.precious.Denisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09275456448997619944noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693083781931131475.post-61891748099707431432015-07-18T06:59:58.079-07:002015-07-18T06:59:58.079-07:00I can feel for Emmy.... With her school experien...I can feel for Emmy.... With her school experience... From 7th grade, through 11th grade, I was not bullied. But I was completely alone. <br /><br />No friends. No one allowed me into their clicks. No one to eat lunch with at noontime. Others would hurry and 'be done' and get away, when I came into the lunch room. Things like that. <i>(Oh and I never told my parents. I felt it was my fault, some how.)</i><br /><br />In 12th grade, one click of 2 girls broke up. And I was allowed to slip in, with one of the girls. So I had one year of a more typical High School year. <br /><br />But the experience of the other 5 years, has never left my mind.<br /><br />Hugs to Emmy.... I certainly hope she is in a congenial surrounding now.<br /><br />TessaTessa~ Here there be musinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13661988938395877761noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693083781931131475.post-43691886682212801382015-07-17T16:57:57.254-07:002015-07-17T16:57:57.254-07:00The uniforms are adorable. I can relate to everyth...The uniforms are adorable. I can relate to everything you wrote - that ache is a familiar one to me. With a month and half left of summer, I can feel it creep in at times. Sounds like a great school.This little lifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00859706368261093981noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693083781931131475.post-26430982975048715262015-07-17T13:01:23.317-07:002015-07-17T13:01:23.317-07:00What a lovely school garden. Sounds like things ar...What a lovely school garden. Sounds like things are settling well with school. The uniforms are adorable.Kim https://www.blogger.com/profile/08476209107377395745noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693083781931131475.post-83377041043997459552015-07-17T12:45:47.818-07:002015-07-17T12:45:47.818-07:00I hope the summer holidays bring happy times x I hope the summer holidays bring happy times x driftwoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11416170414524297337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693083781931131475.post-24231946761569446052015-07-17T12:22:21.447-07:002015-07-17T12:22:21.447-07:00I understand completely about seeing their struggl...I understand completely about seeing their struggles. After seeing my daughter's attitude and behavior shifting these last two years, we decided to pull her out and we are starting homeschool in September. Their school seems much more relaxed and fun then the one's around here. I wish they would have gardens and compost heaps. Those are some lessons I could get behind :)Ravennahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16398966027665795102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693083781931131475.post-15625608883561275432015-07-17T11:41:26.546-07:002015-07-17T11:41:26.546-07:00It's hard not to be sensitive where are childr...It's hard not to be sensitive where are children are concerned, especially when it comes to being bullied.<br />The girls look adorable in their uniforms. Love the photos as always.Darcel {MahoganyWayMama}https://www.blogger.com/profile/14413813518601452982noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5693083781931131475.post-61455765822438096442015-07-17T04:27:32.933-07:002015-07-17T04:27:32.933-07:00Such a wonderful post. I remember all to well the...Such a wonderful post. I remember all to well the quiet of the house when the kids were at school. But then 3:30 arrived and the life breath of the home was there again! Thanks for the memories! Enjoy your summer!A Bit of the Blarneyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18418671116015181693noreply@blogger.com