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A loved child can change the world
1. I love you, believe in you. Let that love be your foundation and your springboard into life.
2. God loves you, just as you are. Relax in that Love, let it sink in , heal you, strengthen you and release you into freedom and joy. Don’t try to save yourself and everybody else on your own because He is the only Saviour. Notice that I called God Lord. Let God be the Lord and don’t steal His job.
3. Reach out and allow that Divine Love to flow through you to your partner, children, neighbours and in doing so discover your unique vocation,... (more)
I learned that children need down time. They need time just to be and relax, even time to be bored because that is when creativity and ingenuity are born. At first, I frantically scrambled to run and help my kids with a newborn in my arms and perhaps a toddler wrapped around one of my legs. I was forced to let go, supply them with raw materials, blocks and art supplies and let them entertain themselves. Living on a farm gave the plenty of room to let their imaginations fly with costumes, forts and pretend games.Of course we included the kids in everything we did from baking, fixing the car,... (more)
...in Intensive Care. Karen decided to take Michael whether they liked it or not. If he didn't see his sister right then, he may never see her alive. Karen dressed him in an oversized scrub suit and marched him into ICU. He looked like a walking laundry basket. The head nurse recognized him as a child and bellowed, 'Get that kid out of here now. No children allowed'. The mother rose up strong in Karen, and the usually mild-mannered lady glared steel-eyed right into the head nurse's face, her lips a firm line.' He is not leaving until he sings to his sister' she stated. Then Karen towed... (more)
... they'll never see, and the mothers who took those babies and made them homes.
This is for all the mothers of the victims of school shootings, and the mothers of the murderers. For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely.
This is for all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes, and all the mothers who DON'T.
What makes a good mother anyway? Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips?
Is it the... (more)
PeopleAlbeit little peopleStill they are people
Not an it
Not simply an appendix to
mother's bodyNot owned by the motherNot reflections of mum's ego
to fulfil unfulfilled dreamsand ambitions.
definite personalities and characters
Look back once they have grownand discover the seeds of the man within the toddler
a mystery and a delightto discover each individual personalityencouragewatchas they grow in aunique... (more)
Give me purple everyday
Make me smile as I play
Let's run here
Let's run there
Forgive me dear if
You think I'm square...
See that puddle on the ground
I refuse to walk around
Jumping in with hands held high
Taking a trip up to the sky
Smiling as I feel so free
Next I want to climb that tree...
Once a man
Twice a child
Now I will be just that
Even if you call me brat
It's okay if you stare
Kindly keep me in your prayers...
Copyright © 2012 Barbara MacDonald(more)
Since Father's Day is nearing, I thought it would be a good time to write a brief submission on Parental Alienation, or PA for short.
I want to make clear that PA not only affects fathers, but mothers, and grandparents as well. Of course the child(ren) that are involved are negatively affected by PA.
What is PA? According to Dr. Richard Gardner who coined the phrase Parental Alienation, defines it:
“As any constellation of behaviors, whether conscious or unconscious, that could evoke a disturbance in the relationship between a child and... (more)
...replied: “Look a little closer and tell me what immediately comes to mind...”
My answer was the inevitable question: “Wender...?”
....and Wender it was!
That young rascal that we all missed so much had left behind a pregnant girlfriend who had given birth to his child just a few months after his unexpected death. The little girl, Pituca was her nickname, had been left with Wender’s parents to foster, because the young mother was not in any condition herself to bring up the little girl alone.
I couldn’t believe my own eyes; the little darling was... (more)
Wender belonged to the first group of kids rescued from the streets by me between 1993 and 1995. He was 13 years old at the time.
His story was an incredible one, although not uncommon in a country hosting hundreds of thousands of abandoned and neglected children on the streets of its major cities; himself being lost to the streets after having run away from home at the age of nine together with a young boy from his neighborhood, who already had strong ties with the streets at the time.
Once engulfed by the other kids on the streets Wender was soon indulging in all that is far... (more)
In her arms the souvenir of unblemished promises
Nine month of existence kisses the sunlight first time
The conspiring creator defy the physical agony of this lady
Lady, few hours ago turn into a mother
With nameless emotions and marching order in his utterance
The befitting arrogance of the one who refuse to be a father
Refuse to hold the promises and refuse to be a man
The man with revolting strictures dancing on his face
Dance of a man who refuses to be a man
Life is in hurry so he orders for immediate evacuation
The man... (more)
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