It must be the phase of the moon, or perhaps the changing weather, but somehow this week, I'm beseiged and beset by little ones looking for love. Cats, kits, chicks, and kids have all sidled up to me in the last few days looking for some seriouser than usual hugs...
...and it came to me this morning that motherhood means being okay with the fact that the term "Love Machine" now means something different to what it meant in the mid-70s...
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Thursday, 29 October 2009
Motherhood means... No. 18
It must be the phase of the moon, or perhaps the changing weather, but somehow this week, I'm beseiged and beset by little ones looking for love. Cats, kits, chicks, and kids have all sidled up to me in the last few days looking for some seriouser than usual hugs...
...and it came to me this morning that motherhood means being okay with the fact that the term "Love Machine" now means something different to what it meant in the mid-70s...
...and it came to me this morning that motherhood means being okay with the fact that the term "Love Machine" now means something different to what it meant in the mid-70s...
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Lakeland art said...
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Good luck with the Love Machine, it's nice to be wanted!
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Thursday, 29 October, 2009
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LadyFi said...
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You're so right! LOL! At least we can be love machines without wearing those white suits...
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Thursday, 29 October, 2009
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Vanessa said...
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Whatever happened to Billy Griffin anyway?
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Friday, 30 October, 2009
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Anonymous said...
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You have to admit don't you that that song pumps you up. I love it. My kids are grown and I'm still a love machine for them. I tear up all the time thinking about how lucky I am to have them.
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Monday, 02 November, 2009
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Good luck with the Love Machine, it's nice to be wanted!
You're so right! LOL! At least we can be love machines without wearing those white suits...
Whatever happened to Billy Griffin anyway?
You have to admit don't you that that song pumps you up. I love it. My kids are grown and I'm still a love machine for them. I tear up all the time thinking about how lucky I am to have them.
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