All those who momma was a drunk raise their hands. As a kid I didn't understand, I had to growup to forgive her. I would not, nor couldn't have chosen a better momma, she was the best...even if she was a drunk.
To those selfcentered folk who can't understand what pain can do to a person...growup!
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My parents were both teetotalers. Didn't cuss or drink but my dad did smoke. (Quit about three years before a drunk driver ended his life.) But, how strict they were! Used to get whippings all the time cause I was always challanging authority. Never liked others telling me what I could or couldn't do.
I loved my parents but when I look back to that long ago time, I remember more rules and discipline than I do love. Life seemed so chaotic and harsh. My family was not the hugging, carefree kind but stopped short of being rigid. My dad was always worrying about what the neighbors would say.
My dad was a product of his generation, man head of the household, woman household slave. After my mom died, it was up to me to cook two complete meals during the school week and three on Saturday and Sunday. He was obsessive about a clean house. So going to school, cooking and cleaning were pretty much my life for years. (My sister was younger and "couldn't do a good job". Naturally my two brothers didn't do woman's work.)
I think back then, like now, more families were dysfunctional than emotionally healthy. The dysfunction just took on different behaviors. It's amazing to me our generation ended up as well-adjusted as we have. We carry around such emotional baggage and scars.
We are living proof people can rise above their raising. And thank God for that.
To many thoughts going through my head right now to comment. Life is something isn't it? You have a delightful day Yvonne.
I think Spring is here:)
Susan this is a very sad and telling post. Obviously you have been through a tremendous amount of pain in your life. The photo speaks for itself, very well done and very heart wrenching, I admire your love for your mother.
I am a little at a loss for words though...to put the word, "malicious" in the same sentence as Jiminy, is mind-boggling to me. It is so very wrong and sad. Anyone who has ever tried to define me, does so with the strong words of,"kindness and compassionate". This I also know of myself to be true.
With that said, I will apologize to you for anything that I have said or done to cause you to be hurt, because it was/is never my intent to hurt anyone. I do not understand your comment to me on the eagle post at all, it is very odd.
Sometimes, I will use humor to try and lighten up an awkward subject or situation...it's my attempt to make the people involved....smile.
Laughter is a healing emotion, in my opinion. If my humor has offended you, or you have taken it the wrong way..….again I apologize. And I will always be open for constructive criticism, if I need to learn a better way to treat you. I do hope that you are feeling better today.
Pank, hon, I don't think that susan meant anything bad when referring to malicisous mischeif. She was talking about viruses. They are malicious mischief makers, be it on a computer or in the human body. I do not believe that susan meant that you were malicious or causing mischief. xoxo
Thanks Seren, if that's true then I feel a bit ridiculous but Susan has been calling me, "panky" and in that particular response she calls me Jiminy....a bit formal for a cricket. And I don't get the "remote" or the "colored box" comment either...I'm at a complete loss there. Hate to be havin a conversation about someone as if they aren't even here....so, I'll hang out and wait to hear from Susan when she is feeling better.
Thanks Seren
Pain swallows, til empty, spirits,
Hands clench cans, bottles, pills,
Pain sucks strength from the strongest,
Receding to the darkest of shadows,
Where there is life,
There is pain.
Pain shakes a fisted hand,
Meek, snarling, eyes gone cold,
Pain dwells in furrowed brow,
Thieving beauty, casting ugly stones,
Where there is life,
There is pain.
Pain's fault, trembles with fury,
Tender hearts, quake til raw,
Pain's forked tongue, knows no mercy,
Unleashed vulgarities, soft voices scream,
Where there is life,
There is pain.
Pain takes, it gives, it borrows,
Charity hoards, the door is closed,
Pain steals joy, dims lights, mocks laughter,
Energies abed, sheets thrown over head,
Where there is life,
There is pain.
Pain gives hearts, lends hope, builds bridges,
Visions of promise, through eyes unowned,
Pain's open hand takes hold, embraces,
Weak lift strength high to the light,
Where there is life,
There is pain,
Where there is pain,
There is hope,
Where there is hope,
There is healing,
Where there is healing,
There is..
Forgiveness
Written by
~Serenity~
March 12, 2006
Oh poopy head, sweety, hon, Serenity is right. I don't have any time this morning to read, think, and respond. When I just jot something down, or run with my emotions, what I mean to say seems to come out wrong, that is, it's taken wrong.
My computer has been on the rampage, with a will of it's own, couldn't post, respond, barred from blogs(yours). I knew it wasn't you, and my anger didn't last long. Yvonne told me you were sick with a virus, I thought your computer had a virus.
Got to go now, but I'll be back to reread everything.
What I've learned from all this is, I know my own truth. I want others to like me...some won't, it's just a fact, so I've got to accept it and not try and defend myself, or fight back.
Serenity, I love your gift of words this Sunday morning.
Y'all have a delightful, blessed day.
PS. this was the pic that started it all. I think it was taken wrong from the getgo. I'm not ashamed of anyone in my family(alive or dead).
Beliefs are not truths, their just believed. Beliefs change as we change.
Hey Susan, When Yvonne posted something on my site, I used her email address back to her to ask her what she meant...her comment confused me a tad. In my email I made her aware that I caught my son's virus. hehe I do not have a puter virus, me pute is doing just great! Thank God. But I can see your confusion. Nothing like playing the ole' telephone game on line and getting all confused! hehe
Great lesson you learned Susan!
That's it! In a nutshell. There is no better lesson! As long as YOU know your own truth. Eventually everyone else will but sometimes it takes time and some may never know. You make of that, what you decipher...we are all our own truth.
And this sentence was very thought provoking to me....
"Beliefs are not truths, their just believed. Beliefs change as we change."
In the context of your Mom...I absolutely loved this sentence! and so agree.
In other areas,....well, I'm still pondering that one. : )
but the beliefs change as we change and get older, wiser I guess and gain forgiveness and understanding then yes, for the ones that do...this sentence is wonderful. Sorry to pick ya all apart like this but I love learning through sayings.
And three more things....#1)count me in as one of the people who, "like you" : )
#2.)I raise half a hand.
#3)Your a bigger poopey head them me! naney naney poopey doopey
cause Seren was only half right ya cocky ball. hehe
Oh Goodness! I almost forgot Seren!!! I love, love that poem Seren, you remind me of tinkerbell throwing out the magic pixie dust every where you go....!! Your so cool gerl! Love ya!
seren being half right....meaning that I knew there was some anger involved in that response...hehe poopey
Computering is a whole new way to give and take ideas. Look them in the eye is out, all we get is pictures and words...it isn't easy, but I love the learning. Sometimes it's a pain in the (_._)
I love it, Serenity teached me good
I know I'm an odd ball, but I have kind heart. When I fall way short in somethings, like BD's, xmas's, etc's :) I try to make it up the best I can. I'm tired and should go to bed, so I will. I do carry you guys in my heart when I'm tired or well rested:) Goodnight! Sleep tight! Don't let the bed bugs bite!
Yvonne, like that old velveteen rabbit, we can wear our inside and outside scars like love badges. Ain't that so Blondie and PooBear?
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