January 8, 2018
January 1, 2018
It is not unusual to hear people talk about how important it is to set goals. Sure, that is true, isn’t it? But, goal setting can really become elusive. It may even seem like it is impossible for us to achieve our goals, no matter how simplified. Issues with Goals (including Frivolous Triviality) It is [...]
April 11, 2016
You know that the New Year is approaching. It is right around the corner. It doesn’t really matter what year it is, does it? It is about that gnawing feeling that you should come up with those New Year Resolutions, but that pit in the stomach feeling that you may not be able to reach [...]
February 16, 2016
Odd statement. I know. I mean, whenever we have the chance, we want to turn the pain off, right? I admit. I’m in that crowd, too. I prefer to be pain-free, whether that is physical pain or psychological pain. However, I got to thinking… Well, that, and the application of what I have learned in [...]
November 26, 2015
It is sad when children are abused. It is sad for others if they know about the abuse. But, then again, there is nothing quite like going through it, surviving, and living with the consequences. Some choose to fight abuse head-on and go on talk shows and discuss it, expose it, and try to ensure that it will never happen again. But, even those actions do not stop abuse. It grows like an evil fungus and infects anyone that it can touch.
“upset the buggy and hit her mouth on the handle of the buggy, chipping the tooth!” –> If we haven’t made the point yet, then maybe this psychology stuff is too deep. Or, the idea of a child being mistreated to this level is too much (in which case, I’ve made my point). The next thing that I want to point out is how the story stops at the chipped tooth. Has anyone thought of the consequences of a child hitting her head on a shopping center (i.e. concrete) floor? Has anyone thought of the long term consequences?
November 25, 2015
“Hi I love u mommy”
The text came in, gently jolting me from my daily “work.” A welcome jolt of love, like a soothing breeze touching my cheeks while experiencing the joy of a rushing ocean wave.
It is the voice of this child that brings tears to my eyes. Tears because I love her. Tears because she loves me. Tears because she KNOWS that I love her!
These are the good sort of tears.
There is something so precious about a child’s love. It is able to permeate the deepest areas of the heart. It is able to soothe the roughest spots. It is able to stop us, as adults, in our tracks and realize the simplicity and joy of living. But, that is only IF we allow it to touch and bless us.
When You Need It Most and Least Expect It
When most new mothers would expect help to come from capable, adult family members, there was a time when help came from a more unlikely, seemingly less-capable source. A family member that should be the recipient of nurturing and caring, and yet, in this time of need, became the nurturer.
Oh, he doesn’t remember it now, since he was very tiny at the time, but this little boy came through for his mama that day, in a way that was not only life-sustaining but joy-giving, for years to come.
His mother had just awoken from an unconscious state, due to low blood sugar, and was very disoriented and needed caring. He toddled around, appearing to be blissful and carefree. He had an inquisitive nature, attempting, daily, to find out what makes the world go ’round. And, yet, on this day, his roaming curiosity was put aside and he became “in-tune” with his mama, somehow, in his newly developing mind, becoming aware of his mama’s need and that of a newborn, as well.