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	<title>Comments on: We cannot be perfect</title>
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	<description>Mishmash reflections on love, marriage, relationships and parenting by a mummy who is a Takuya Kimura zealot.</description>
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		<title>By: Lia</title>
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		<dc:creator>Lia</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Mar 2007 18:53:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>when i was in my teenage years, i used to dig through the documents hoping to find a proof that i was picked up from the street, adopted etc... when i got married, i didn't cry or feel sad to leave her home, instead i felt happy... our relationship does get a little better now, perhaps simply because we don't see each other often. but just as you have put it: "whatever happened to us in our younger days tend to be etched in our memory forever" and i can say amen to that. perhaps when i become a mom then will i really see things from her perspective. perhaps, perhaps.

&lt;font color="#2554c7"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lia&lt;/strong&gt;:  &lt;em&gt;I'm not sure.  If the childhood memory was particularly bad, it would be hard to understand and the bitterness may still linger.  But at the least, it helped us realise what we shouldn't be doing to our kids as parents...at least for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>when i was in my teenage years, i used to dig through the documents hoping to find a proof that i was picked up from the street, adopted etc&#8230; when i got married, i didn&#8217;t cry or feel sad to leave her home, instead i felt happy&#8230; our relationship does get a little better now, perhaps simply because we don&#8217;t see each other often. but just as you have put it: &#8220;whatever happened to us in our younger days tend to be etched in our memory forever&#8221; and i can say amen to that. perhaps when i become a mom then will i really see things from her perspective. perhaps, perhaps.</p>
<p><font color="#2554c7"><strong>Lia</strong>:  <em>I&#8217;m not sure.  If the childhood memory was particularly bad, it would be hard to understand and the bitterness may still linger.  But at the least, it helped us realise what we shouldn&#8217;t be doing to our kids as parents&#8230;at least for me.</em></font></p>
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