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	<title>Comments on: Reflections on Mother&#8217;s Day</title>
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	<description>Beyond ABA, after OT . . . what now?</description>
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		<title>By: kristine</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 May 2008 20:59:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>That was beautiful and made me cry.  Your words couldn&#039;t be more true. I don&#039;t know how many times my son tells me  he doesn&#039;t want to do something or he doesn&#039;t want to go to a certain place and then after I make him do it or drag him there, it makes it all worth it (thought still driving a little insane because I just wish he would succumb to the fact that I knew he would love it in the first place) when he is lit up smiling and having fun or when he comes up to me and thanks me for bringing him.  Every word you wrote was pure truth.  You&#039;re a beautiful person and a true understander (I commonly make up my own language) of what motherhood really is.  Happy Mother&#039;s Day!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That was beautiful and made me cry.  Your words couldn&#8217;t be more true. I don&#8217;t know how many times my son tells me  he doesn&#8217;t want to do something or he doesn&#8217;t want to go to a certain place and then after I make him do it or drag him there, it makes it all worth it (thought still driving a little insane because I just wish he would succumb to the fact that I knew he would love it in the first place) when he is lit up smiling and having fun or when he comes up to me and thanks me for bringing him.  Every word you wrote was pure truth.  You&#8217;re a beautiful person and a true understander (I commonly make up my own language) of what motherhood really is.  Happy Mother&#8217;s Day!</p>
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