I see it way too often. Parents not letting their boys play with dolls or their girls play football for the fear of them “turning” gay. I shake my head in annoyance with them. A doll, kitchen set, doctor set, football, or anything else will not influence the sexuality of a child. If that is your fear then I think you have your priorities all out of sorts. I’d be more concerned that my child would grow up to be a drug dealer, a murderer, a rapists, or a person who commits mass shootings. These are the things you should focus on. The sexuality of a child is NOT influenced by the things they play with. I grew up running the woods. Digging in the dirt. Playing football. Wearing boys clothes. I am very much a straight woman. I know men who grew up playing with dolls and cooking sets…they are very much straight. But I’ve committed crimes and so
When you are finally allowed to be yourself an get complete acceptance its the most amazing feeling ever. Growing up I was always the ‘black sheep’ along with one of my cousins. Her and I were the two outsiders in our family. We didn’t look like anyone in our families and we got worst of the treatments from many of the elders in the family. As adults we’ve worked hard to break the cycles of accepting the difference in our family members and most our children. Acceptance allows the individual to grow with positive self-esteem and allows them to grow into better adults. Remember to always respect the differences of others and accept them for those. Knowing that I am accepted for who I am without reservation gives me strength to show the world, and not hide behind a facade. The more real a person can be the better that person will be.
In our everyday lives we do things that we may not realize. Hurtful things to others without even thinking. Have you ever said there was a job you would not do? Or you won’t sit by someone in a business because they look sketchy or untrusting? Every made fun of someone cause of the way they looked or something was different about them? Those are the things that are hurtful. One person is only better than another if their soul is more loving, forgiving, and accepting. For NO other reason is one person better than another. No two people are identical. I recently posted about conformity almost killing my soul – and then we have those who “make fun of” others for not being like them. We ARE all on different paths with different goals. Always remember that the person next to you is a human, just like you! I remember as a pre-teen there was a guy who bullied
Every New’s Year Eve we see so many of our friends and family set New Years Resolutions only to see two weeks or a month in they have failed at them, this is ONE of the many reasons I don’t set them. First, if I’m going to set a goal for myself why wait till the end of one year and the beginning of another to do it? Second, a resolution is a statement of what you will do – I prefer to set goals…let me get there at a pace I can handle. What I normally do at the end of the year is a Year-End WrapUp! This year I posted on Facebook about my author wrapup. Here it is: “End of Year wrap up and plans for 2019! Edits for book 4 of the Chronicles of Elizabeth Fairbairn have begun… as well as for my WIP titled Forgotten Soul. Both will get a lovely twice over and edits, but Forgotten
Over the last twenty years, I’ve battled with “female” issues and finally on the 29th of October I was able to start the final process of resolving those issues. While a hysterectomy for me was considered elective… I truly feel it was my only opinion. I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life on medication if a procedure could take care of the problem… not like I’m having kids anyway anymore. I told the doctor it was ridiculous for me to continue dealing with problems with bits I didn’t use or need 🙂 The doctor and I spoke at great lengths about my options and any concerns regarding a hysterectomy, as well my medical history. Previously I’ve had two c-sections and the biggest concern was scarring. I told the doctor of my mother’s history with excessive scarring and the doctor was confident that wouldn’t be a problem. I should only have a few small incisions and be good.
I’ve rewritten this post a few times now… hard to decide where to start, so I’m going to try this one more time. Every one is different. We each look different, think different, like different things. This is okay. What I find disturbing is that every day I find people disrespecting one another based on our differences, whether that is skin color, religion, political stance, or something as menial as favorite foods. Here’s the thing… we’ve lost the desire to be respectful in this society. The desire to build each other up. The desire to improve our communities as one. We divide ourselves with labels. Name calling is something I corrected my children on when they were ten… yet, today, I’m finding adults are worse. Not one day in the last seven (just one week) was I able to enjoy social media, the news, or even some music without adults belittling one another for their differences. We as adults are
I’ve been blessed to be able to go back to Georgia this last week for vacation and it was perfect, even with the numerous storms – which were random and fierce all at once. I flew into Savannah where my hubs picked me up and we had a great dinner at Ruby Tuesdays. Made some calls to let a few people know I was in town, sent a few messages and tried to start making plans to see people. Usually my daughter, son-in-law, and grandkids are the ones we see first but alas, they were vacationing in Florida so I had days before I’d see them. Quickly calling Ma and trying to get on her schedule, Johnny and I decided to take Sunday for ourselves and we did some exploring. We drove around Tybee Island looking for an elusive fishing spot, which remains elusive for us 🙂 The day was extremely hot and of course we decide we are going
I’ve not been big on celebrating my birthday in quite some time, so this year was no different. My husband is on the road for work and the house has been quieter, not that he necessarily is noisy 😉 Anyhow, as time creeps up on us as it does me I had a lot of things on my mind this birthday (June 11). I didn’t really want any gifts or celebrations, just a quiet day like most others in my life to relax and enjoy myself in my little space. I got that and am very grateful. I did have a few surprise gifts and to say the least am blessed. (I’ll share photos below) My father passed away at the age of 43 the day after his birthday; my mother when she was 48 and just eight days after her birthday. I think it was when he passed that I no longer wanted to count the years. After my
A while back I heard a conversation where one parent told another they didn’t need to give their child advice anymore because that child was now an adult. I thought about this for quite sometime and mulled it over and over in my head. Here are my thoughts: The only time we are done doing anything for our children is (1) they no longer acknowledge you as a parent or have cut all ties, (2) legally, when they turn 18 in the US they are a legal adult and then we can’t do anything in the form of being responsible for them, (3) they are dead. Blunt, I know but this is how I feel. As a parent, I am to be there for my children with advice until the day they depart this world or I do. If I sit back and be silent then I am not doing my duty as a mom. If I see my child