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	<title>Comments on: Welcome home</title>
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		<title>By: PatricktheRogue</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Dec 2008 07:26:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I am 39.  I never had a great desire for kids.  I never even thought about it.  But now, because of my 3 year old girl and two year old boy, I know this post is so true.  These small events are the truest moments in life.  They are real, even hyper real moments, so real and so warm and so joyous that it actually aches.

I don&#039;t know about the other parents here, but I never fully feel the joy of fatherhood without also the slightest pang of the deep deep sorrow that would be the counter to that feeling if something bad were to happen... to them, or to me, or to their mother.  I think maybe it is such a profound joy it cannot exist without the shadow of its opposite lurking just over the other side.  All of a sudden with the addition of two little people in my house, I am tied to an uncertain future of worry and toil in a way I never was before, but I also look forward to so many great moments I never anticipated.  For that I give thanks.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I am 39.  I never had a great desire for kids.  I never even thought about it.  But now, because of my 3 year old girl and two year old boy, I know this post is so true.  These small events are the truest moments in life.  They are real, even hyper real moments, so real and so warm and so joyous that it actually aches.</p>
<p>I don&#8217;t know about the other parents here, but I never fully feel the joy of fatherhood without also the slightest pang of the deep deep sorrow that would be the counter to that feeling if something bad were to happen&#8230; to them, or to me, or to their mother.  I think maybe it is such a profound joy it cannot exist without the shadow of its opposite lurking just over the other side.  All of a sudden with the addition of two little people in my house, I am tied to an uncertain future of worry and toil in a way I never was before, but I also look forward to so many great moments I never anticipated.  For that I give thanks.</p>
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		<title>By: steve</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Nov 2008 22:21:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;m 68.  I have no children and never will.  This is a hole in my life and my Thanksgiving.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m 68.  I have no children and never will.  This is a hole in my life and my Thanksgiving.</p>
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		<title>By: The Confabulum &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Thanksgiving Day Roundup</title>
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		<dc:creator>The Confabulum &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Thanksgiving Day Roundup</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Nov 2008 21:49:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] Woodlief has the most heartwarming post of the day.  Rod Dreher:  He who renounces professional ambition, and the mobility it requires, as [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] Woodlief has the most heartwarming post of the day.  Rod Dreher:  He who renounces professional ambition, and the mobility it requires, as [...]</p>
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		<title>By: skyweaver</title>
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		<dc:creator>skyweaver</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Nov 2008 21:40:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This was a lovely, lovely bit of writing. Happy Thanksgiving from another parent who knows what you mean.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This was a lovely, lovely bit of writing. Happy Thanksgiving from another parent who knows what you mean.</p>
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		<title>By: Simpson Snail</title>
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		<dc:creator>Simpson Snail</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Nov 2008 04:56:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>If you have never been right about anything else in your life, your are right about this.  I feel the same way when I am rocking my toddler and he falls asleep in my arms and I can feel and smell his sleeping toddler breath.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>If you have never been right about anything else in your life, your are right about this.  I feel the same way when I am rocking my toddler and he falls asleep in my arms and I can feel and smell his sleeping toddler breath.</p>
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