Mixed and Confusing Messages

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I have been so deeply moved and saddened by the changes that are occurring in our country and around the world. As a mother of a 14 year old daughter and having a niece that just turned 15, I cannot stop shaking my head over the opportunity afforded to these confused children to walk into a pharmacy and buy this Plan B One Step pill. I am the parent. Why should the government or anyone else be allowed to decide if my child can take or buy this type of pill? You can’t even go in and buy cough medicine too often, but yet a minor can walk in and buy this pill over and over again. This definitely skips the whole opportunity of the child coming to the parent and being honest and accountable and having some healthy life learning dialogue. I just can’t wrap my head around this one. Years ago, if someone got pregnant, they would walk into a facility and have this procedure(abortion) laying on a table wide awake. They would have to face the consequences and live through it and possibly learn to not make a mistake like that again. There would be the opportunity to reflect on the whole experience and face the consequences of having to look these doctors in the face and walk in and out of these clinics. Do I think we should punish and torture someone who faces unwanted pregnancy? No, I have a big heart. But I do believe we all need to face situations honestly and clearly and hopefully learn from them. Today we pop a pill. It’s a no brainier….no big deal. These young kids can go out, have unprotected sex with no fear of parents finding out or getting pregnant. At least condoms prevent std’s. Maybe fear isn’t such a bad thing. Fear prevents me from doing things so I can bet it prevents others from doing things as well. God Bless our poor kids today! They watch the media and the President stand in front of the world and refer to morals and values as outdated and old fashioned. Hear this: my beliefs, my standards, my morals and my values do not come with a time stamp or an expiration date. In fact, I believe when someone’s beliefs run deep enough they do not change like the direction of the wind. They don’t change to go along to get along. They don’t change for political affiliation or pressure from a liberal society. Real values, real morals, real beliefs that someone truly believes in are set in stone. It defines a person and their character. They are the foundation that supports the persons path of life. I just can’t stop shaking my head.

I turned on the news tonight and there was an argument between 2 woman about when we call a baby a baby. The argument was if a baby is born in a botched abortion at 23 and a half weeks what do we call it. If a tiny body is breathing and alive out of the womb is it not a baby? I am mixed on early abortion but am very clear how I feel if the baby accidentally survives. You either respect life or you don’t. You can’t have it different ways. There is a cartoon poking fun at Obama. The first picture shows him rallying for a gun ban as he says “If there’s anything we can do to save the life of a child we must do it”, then he’s in front of Planned Parenthood saying ” never mind”. I guess to see the hypocrisy in this comparison shed a great deal of light and perspective. This will probably tick some people off and I’m okay with that. At the end of the day, I stand alone looking at my own reflection in the mirror. We are all different and we all have different thoughts, and feelings. They define us, each one and someday we may have to answer for the decisions we make. I will however make sure that my voice is heard just as loudly and as often as the other voices that inspire my children. In the end, they will decide for themselves. At the very least I will present information to invoke their thought. No one will drown out my voice and the upbringing and love and values I introduce to them. Someday they will decide for themselves, but just for today, I will guide them along.

The Power of Nature

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“The Human Spirit Needs Places In Nature That Have Not Been Rearranged By The Hand of Man”

I love this quote! Today we went to a wildlife preserve. It was so amazing to see buffalo sitting peacefully by the side of the road. Sometimes pictures are worth 1000 words so I would like to share some of our day with you. Spending a day in nature fills the human spirit with contentment, energy, and love. Today, I bottled it all up….

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I wasn’t the only one who enjoyed being one with nature…

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Even my grumpy teenager found a way to just relax….

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I am so grateful for this wonderful day!

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Life is a Terminal Disease

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Today I found out that the brother of a high school friend is struggling with Lou Gehrig’s Disease. He started a blog to write about his disease and his experiences. I was moved beyond tears reading his brave and inspiring words. I was halfway through a two hour car ride home when I read his story. It was beautiful, humbling and extremely honest. I couldn’t help but admire his desire to live every second of his life to the absolute fullest. As the miles were left behind me I couldn’t help but reflect on my own life, my own time. How the trees and the grass looked so beautifully green as I focused my attention on them. The sky looked so perfectly muted in its faded blue hue. How different every situation, every scene, every interaction would be if I tried to embrace every second knowing that the end of my life would soon be here. The irony here is that our clock is ticking. Every minute that goes by is one less minute we have to live. The tears started flowing down my face as I admitted in my darkest place deep inside how much time I take for granted. How easily I become engulfed by the little things that bring me to a place or a state of mind I’d rather escape from then settle in to. How different our lives, my life would be if I could live each day with gratitude, and love, and patience like it was one of my very last. My soul was looking me in the face, naked, staring back at me and begging me to live better, to love better, and be better. Thank you Todd for waking me from a very dark slumber. I will honor your attitude and your beautiful perspective of being present in each moment as if each is a gift to unwrap and be grateful for. God chooses special people to teach the most important lessons. You are one of the amazing ones who will touch so many lives in your time here on Earth. May we all find your strength, your will to live and not just exist, and the peace you carry in your heart and through the people you touch.

The Receiving Side of Payback

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So, yes I love Christmas. I feel there is a tiny elf inside me just waiting to burst out during the Christmas season. I had this great idea a year ago December to change my ringtone to the sound of jingle bells. It absolutely drove my daughter crazy. Needless to say, it could move her from a happy to an aggravated state in the few seconds the jingle would sound through my phone. I thought it was wonderful and brought a smile to my face every time I heard that festive little sound. I was very sad when it expired after a years time.

This is where the payback part plays out. My daughter now has a quacking duck ringtone sound. It infuriates me and might I add, because she is 14, it quacks often. Amazing how when my ringtone was causing aggravation for everyone else I found it amusing, but now that I am on the receiving end of an annoying ringtone, not so funny anymore. We all know what they say about payback!

Are You Afraid to Write Your Own Story?

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I believe this is really true. So many are afraid to write their own truth. Why wouldn’t they be? People are afraid to tell things the way they really are. This might not be everyone’s truth, but it is still the writers true. We are afraid to be wrong, judged, not liked. Fear stifles words and thoughts. Fear makes some manipulate their words into something people listening or reading will be easier to hear. I don’t write for readers. I don’t speak words influenced by the reaction of my listeners. I speak my truth. I speak my experiences and sometimes I just jot down reoccurring thoughts. I am the author and these are my stories. I could write fiction, but I choose to write about life. The way I see it, the way I experience, the way I live it. Sometimes, it is through my own writing that I start to see things about myself that I didn’t realize before. This is how we learn. This is how we grow. This is how we evolve into the new person we are becoming each and every day. I thought this was an interesting quote. One worth sharing.