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	<title>Comments on: Coming home to my guru</title>
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	<description>one single mother.  one spririted preschooler.  oy -- what a life.</description>
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		<title>By: Karen</title>
		<link>http://mamadharma.net/2007/09/coming-home-to-my-guru/#comment-85</link>
		<dc:creator>Karen</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 14 Sep 2007 19:56:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Let it all go. There's more to come, always more, more, more. And as GG said to me one morning this week: Mom, I can feed myself. Who knew?!?!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Let it all go. There&#8217;s more to come, always more, more, more. And as GG said to me one morning this week: Mom, I can feed myself. Who knew?!?!</p>
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		<title>By: bella</title>
		<link>http://mamadharma.net/2007/09/coming-home-to-my-guru/#comment-84</link>
		<dc:creator>bella</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 14 Sep 2007 14:24:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Coming back to your child, this is what it is about.  More than getting it right or knowing what to do.  Just to come back and be there.  &lt;br/&gt;Sometimes Leo screams at me "Look at me!"  Talk about a wake up call.  come back, he is saying.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Coming back to your child, this is what it is about.  More than getting it right or knowing what to do.  Just to come back and be there.  <br />Sometimes Leo screams at me &#8220;Look at me!&#8221;  Talk about a wake up call.  come back, he is saying.</p>
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		<title>By: Shawn</title>
		<link>http://mamadharma.net/2007/09/coming-home-to-my-guru/#comment-83</link>
		<dc:creator>Shawn</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 14 Sep 2007 10:36:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Me, too! Me, too! Oh, I try to return to my girls all the time. Lately, especially, it's been hard to do. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;About the baby clothes ... you can always take a picture of some of your favorites. Or, as I read on Wondertime, make a scrapbook of swatches from the favorites.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Me, too! Me, too! Oh, I try to return to my girls all the time. Lately, especially, it&#8217;s been hard to do. </p>
<p>About the baby clothes &#8230; you can always take a picture of some of your favorites. Or, as I read on Wondertime, make a scrapbook of swatches from the favorites.</p>
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