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Lest We Forget: Paris 2015

Dear Friends; I share your outrage and anguish. I hear you shouting for justice. I also hear some calling for retribution, comparing last night’s terrorist attacks to the campaigns of Hitler, and demanding we take immediate violent action.
 
Please understand; This is not the same situation as either world war. This enemy is not the bold bully that acts in plain sight. This is an arrogant enemy that hides in the dark and uses innocent people as shields – sometimes, even as their weapons. We cannot take the same actions our ancestors did in the past.
 
There’s a reason we said, “Lest We Forget” 3 days ago. It is not a kitschy reminder of evil. Sadly, we can never forget evil. When we say those sacred words, we’re referring to the cost of war; the innocent lives lost or destroyed.
Lest We Forget - Paris 2015 | I Am Rosa
As a child listening at the knee of WW2 vets and civilian survivors, they all told me the same thing in different words:
 
“We remember those days, lest we forget
the cost to our souls and sanity
to take the life of another.”
This is our legacy from them.
 
We must not act in anger or we will live in regret. When we act, let it be with deep forethought and calculation, so when we strike, our blow is swift, true, and accurate.

Throwback Thursday: Healing

We all have pain in our past that sometimes resurfaces to knock the wind out of our sails. Even if we think we’ve healed and moved on, the boogieman from the past can still catch us off-guard. This week marked the start of the 11th anniversary of a 5 week traumatic event that altered my life. Most years, I can get through it with just a passing nod to that event. This year, it’s gripped me in its claws and torn me open again.

Healing is Like the Tide | I Am Rosa

I didn’t know why until I took a few minutes to really look at the memories and emotion that were gnawing on me. I realized that something new had surfaced and it needed dealing with. A new hurt that had been shuffled to the back of priority list, mostly because it was so much deeper than the mental and physical torture I endured. It was an emotional hurt – a betrayal by a loved one. And, it took 11 years for me to be ready – mentally, emotionally, and spiritually – to face the eviscerating agony of knowing someone I loved and trusted put me in the situation that led to the horrifying events that nearly broke me.

Being able to acknowledge that fact, forgive them, and let go of them and the harm they caused … well, that wasn’t something I could do until recently. So, I hid it away until it landed in my lap like jetsam strewn across a beach.

Today’s Throwback Thursday is for everyone who still “bleeds” once in a while from the horrors that haunt you:

Healing is like the tide.
Issues get washed ashore in small waves,
so we don’t drown in a tidal wave
of pain and sorrow.

Know that you’re not alone and you will not drown in the depths of your past. You survived, walked away, and flourished. Face those memories and emotions when they wash over you and heal what the tide brought forth. Don’t be afraid of them. They’re indicators that you’re ready to take another step away from your past and into your glorious future. Each application of love you apply to those wounds makes you stronger and helps you shine brighter for the people around you who are still suffering ~*~

“Helicopter Parent” and Other Douchey Terms

I’ve come across yet another article moaning about “helicopter parents” who want to be “hands on” *GASP* with their kids.  In this latest article, the blogger actually complains that some “hoverer” (her term) helped her kid, forcing her to “haul my carcass up off the bench and spot my kid, because if he can’t get up on his own, he certainly can’t get down”.  Boo-hoo; her “mama playdate” was ruined by another human being’s concern for her child.

Instead of smiling and saying, “Thank you.  I can see him from here”, this blogger takes her passive-aggressive snark online to infect her followers.  She flings around douchey terms and attitudes with a thin veneer of “humour” over her bitterness. Give me a break.

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Yes, Daddy is “hovering”.  It helped her become confident so that today, she doesn’t need us “right there” anymore.  Go figure.

I have little patience for anyone who judges another parent or their parenting style without really knowing them or their personal struggles.  This kind of false need to label creates an intolerance for anyone different (AKA discrimination) that pries us apart as a community (local and global).

We are adults and should act like it.  How about setting an example for all our kids by ditching the childish name-calling and playing nicely together. We should be building each other up, not tearing each other down. Be there with a kind word for the family that’s having “That Kinda Day” in public.  Jump in with a smile and distract a crying child so their frazzled parent can catch their breath.

Oh, and maybe we could stop writing articles that foster crappy attitudes toward others.  Just a thought.

Ps – I think this lady’s response to the FB Page that shared said snarky article is wonderful:

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True Story Tuesday: June 2, 2015

I’d been having migraines, dizziness, and nausea for over a year before I was able to get a referral for an ear specialist.  It took 6 months for an opening in his schedule, a half hour having my ears tested, and then I spent maybe 7 minutes with the actual specialist.  The entire time, my cell phone was buzzing like it was possessed as my lovely hubby, Jade sent text after text about the insanity of being alone with 2 toddlers (welcome to my every day reality, darling).

Since I couldn’t get my phone to turn off or shut up,  he decided to sum everything up as quickly as possible so I could get back home and put Jade out of his misery.  I learned 3 things from him.  First, nothing was physically wrong with me (YAY!).  Second, my problems were stress related and that I was clenching my jaw so hard for so long that I was causing myself serious problems (BOO!).  Third, the tests revealed that I had hearing loss in my right ear (I’m pretty sure it was from that pinpoint shriek my daughter unleashed directly into my ear when she was about a year and half.  I remember the moment of piercing agony with extreme clarity 🙁 ) The kicker was that the loss was only in the range where most male voices fall.  That explained why I’d been having trouble hearing Jade. *sigh*

So, I get home and break the news to Jade and my dad (who was visiting).  Then, this happened:

hearing loss

 True Story.


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Kind Fan Mail

I know a writer should be able to express themselves eloquently with words and stuff, but getting something like this just knocks the vocab out of me and replaces it with happy tears.

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Thank you to those who reached out to me these past couple of weeks with words of support and encouragement. I don’t know how you lovely people knew I needed it, but …

(((Thank you)))

… and bless your key-typing fingers for sending them!

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