I Used To Hate Mother’s Day

I Used to Hate Mother's Day - Anchor Of Promise

 

I used to hate Mother’s Day.  Did you hear that? “Used” to! I would see all of the mother’s surrounded by their smiling and laughing children of all ages giving honor to their mom.  These children would present signs, crafts, give gifts, and bestow beautiful words of love and respect onto their mother.

Me?  Nada!  I dreaded this once a year holiday.  Why? Because there were crises left and right, ongoing drama, heartless thanks, and a plethora of other problems toppled on each other.  Instead of feeling I just came out of a word entrenched spa enjoying the accolades of praise for being the best mom, I was instead left in tears, guilt, shame, hurt, and pain for being a mom to a teen with serious issues.  

I envied other moms.  I was jealous of how they spent time with their families enveloped by so much love it would burst like the Fourth of July fireworks.  Unlike that moment, I stayed in bed with the covers over my head wishing I could start life over. Did I say I hated Mother’s Day? Continue reading

Culture wars: a child’s “medical right” to change gender in the Brave New World

We thought the transgender war was only something that affected our own teens within this generation. We also thought it was only a family issue. Not any more. The court systems, the educational system, the government, and the health system are now all involved in one capacity or another to do one thing – to take away parental control and give our children what they think they want, a new gender identity. How far will they go? Read this Jon Rappoport’s post and your jaw will drop.

Sabbatical Windows

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Living with a teen in crisis is tiring.  Let’s face it.  You are drained emotionally, mentally, physically, and spiritually.  All you want is a sabbatical from the daily life of an out of control teen who constantly displays risky and dangerous behavior.  You’re fed up.  You have nothing else to give to change what is happening.

I remember many times in which things were so bad that I wanted to run away.  I also wanted to kill myself.  Yep!  I went through so many emotions –  shock, confusion, anger, depression, days of constant crying, and days of not even caring to feed myself.  Continue reading

Do All Lives Really Matter? No.

Do All Lives Really Matter? No! - Anchor Of Promise
In the past year we all have seen and read debates and movements regarding whose lives really matter. I have come to my own conclusion. Not all lives matter.

I personally have compassion to many groups of ethnicity and color as well as respect. HOWEVER, I have absolutely no respect or tolerance for other groups. Who are they? Continue reading