The term 'bring home baby' is no longer used in appropriateness in our new day and age. Instead, 'bring home mom' is what is now replaced.
Yes, I know, strange but in the slightest of ways it makes sense.
Before and after you leave the hospital, the baby doesn't change, it's still a baby. But before and after you leave the hospital, you change, you're no longer a pregnant woman, your a mother; a caregiver.
And all the things that come with the title crash in, on, and around you like a giant tsunami against a beach. The difference is, a tsunami is easier to deal with and it takes less time to do so. In fact, the only thing that's similar is that you can see both coming and never have enough time to prepare!
I have an enormous respect for moms and especially home moms!
If you do too, or even if you don't, I suggest you listen to the song 'Mr Mom' by LoneStar.
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Monday, July 6, 2009
Homeless Youth
A mother, as of twelve seconds ago, looks down at her baby, her child, her precious angel and thinks, 'Hello my baby, my child, my precious little angel. What is in store for us?'.
A child, as of twelve second ago, looks up at his mother, his protector, his angel and thinks, 'Hello my mother, my protector, my angel. What is in store for us?'.
The same mother, as of fifteen years ago, looks up at her baby, her child, her precious angel and think, 'What the hell was I thinking? What a disappointment!'.
A child, as of fifteen years ago, looks down at his mother, his protector, his angel and thinks, 'Why don't you want me? Being a kid involves stupid shit!'.
@Copyright
This is a classic situation for a parent-teen relationship and the end result rarely results in the child ending up homeless, however it does happen.
Some of you who are reading this are probably saying to yourself, who cares? That's not me or my kids, you say.
And all I can say to that is, you may be right, but it could be you.
I, myself am a child of the streets, and let me tell you something; it is one of the worst things in the world! The only positive thing that comes out of it is that everything else for the rest of their lives will seem golden in comparison.
I don't want to bore you with all the details and statistics and I'm not asking you for any sort of donation. But if the word spreads then awareness is spread. And when awareness is spread, things change for the better.
So lets change things for the better for these kids. Spread the word!
On top of all of that word spreading, Eszbonna's MnMs has administered a donation system to which all funds will go to helping the homeless children in N.A. So don't forget to donate! :)
A child, as of twelve second ago, looks up at his mother, his protector, his angel and thinks, 'Hello my mother, my protector, my angel. What is in store for us?'.
The same mother, as of fifteen years ago, looks up at her baby, her child, her precious angel and think, 'What the hell was I thinking? What a disappointment!'.
A child, as of fifteen years ago, looks down at his mother, his protector, his angel and thinks, 'Why don't you want me? Being a kid involves stupid shit!'.
@Copyright
This is a classic situation for a parent-teen relationship and the end result rarely results in the child ending up homeless, however it does happen.
Some of you who are reading this are probably saying to yourself, who cares? That's not me or my kids, you say.
And all I can say to that is, you may be right, but it could be you.
I, myself am a child of the streets, and let me tell you something; it is one of the worst things in the world! The only positive thing that comes out of it is that everything else for the rest of their lives will seem golden in comparison.
I don't want to bore you with all the details and statistics and I'm not asking you for any sort of donation. But if the word spreads then awareness is spread. And when awareness is spread, things change for the better.
So lets change things for the better for these kids. Spread the word!
On top of all of that word spreading, Eszbonna's MnMs has administered a donation system to which all funds will go to helping the homeless children in N.A. So don't forget to donate! :)
Psychic Illusion
Crystal balls. Palm reading. Numerology. Astrology. Spells. Potions. Encantations.
For centuries psychic and magical abilities have been seen as evil, phony and those who practice such things are remarked as outsiders and crazies. But why?
Why have we turned the fun, interesting and imaginative sciences (thats right, I said sciences) into nothing but a joke or a Vegas juts-for-thrills scam?
I personally love that kind of thing. Magic, psychics, illusions, they are all what we loved as children and killed along with Santa and the Tooth Fairy as we grew into adulthood.
For centuries psychic and magical abilities have been seen as evil, phony and those who practice such things are remarked as outsiders and crazies. But why?
Why have we turned the fun, interesting and imaginative sciences (thats right, I said sciences) into nothing but a joke or a Vegas juts-for-thrills scam?
I personally love that kind of thing. Magic, psychics, illusions, they are all what we loved as children and killed along with Santa and the Tooth Fairy as we grew into adulthood.
Reflective Truth
A girl runs out the door and grabs a quick look of herself in the mirror.
A man sees his reflection in a car window as he rushes off to his next business meeting.
A baby slaps the water as his face ripples across the pond.
How often has something similar happened to you? Every day? Twice a day? Only occasionally?
How often do you truly look at yourself? Not just a glace. Not just while you brush your teeth. And not just while you do your makeup. But truly look deep into your own eyes and see who you really are; Who the person behind the mask, that is your face, is.
I've tried it myself many times. And I have so far failed to see past the reflection and get to the truth. All I see is the eyes.
I just cant seem to get past the blue iris that surrounds the never ending tunnel of my pupil. I die to know what lies at the end of that tunnel, like finding the gold at the end of the rainbow. Except this gold is not as worthless as the metal that the little green leprechaun chases, instead is the hidden treasure that is yourself locked within your mind and soul.
So I challenge you: Next time instead of just glancing, just brushing your teeth, or just doing your makeup, try to make it to the end of that tunnel and unlock the chest of truth and self.
A man sees his reflection in a car window as he rushes off to his next business meeting.
A baby slaps the water as his face ripples across the pond.
How often has something similar happened to you? Every day? Twice a day? Only occasionally?
How often do you truly look at yourself? Not just a glace. Not just while you brush your teeth. And not just while you do your makeup. But truly look deep into your own eyes and see who you really are; Who the person behind the mask, that is your face, is.
I've tried it myself many times. And I have so far failed to see past the reflection and get to the truth. All I see is the eyes.
I just cant seem to get past the blue iris that surrounds the never ending tunnel of my pupil. I die to know what lies at the end of that tunnel, like finding the gold at the end of the rainbow. Except this gold is not as worthless as the metal that the little green leprechaun chases, instead is the hidden treasure that is yourself locked within your mind and soul.
So I challenge you: Next time instead of just glancing, just brushing your teeth, or just doing your makeup, try to make it to the end of that tunnel and unlock the chest of truth and self.
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