Lost In The Residential School Hallways

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It is said once you can think of an event, a heart breaking event and not shed tears, you have dealt with it and have closure. I don’t know if I ever will be able to think of an ojibway boy child, lost and abused in the halls of a residential school and not shed tears, especially since that boy child grew up to be, my father.

His spirit was left in those hallways and I don’t think he was ever able to retrieve it before he parted this earth in 2006.

As an adult now, I can understand how he lived his years trying to prove his worth and trying to prove it to himself was the greatest struggle of all.

I know he was not all he could of been, as a man, as a husband and father, yet I know he did his personal best and for that, I love him. But my heart will always ache for the boy inside the man.

Thinking of you Dad, always. ..rest in peace.

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Dysfunctional Started The Day You Were Born

I come across this quote and wanted to share it… wow, it gives such a great visual of being born into a world of dysfunction… in so many forms…

“The story of my birth that my mother told me went like this: “When you were coming out I wasn’t ready yet and neither was the nurse. The nurse tried to push you back in, but I shit on the table and when you came out, you landed in my shit.”

If there ever was a way to sum things up, the story of my birth was it.”
Sierra D. Waters, Debbie.

An Abused Child’s Christmas Prayer

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When I think of Christmas, I think of Christmas past. Of when I was a child but more so when my children were young and living at home. Now they are living productive lives, raising children of their own and I get to spend Christmas with them and the babies. I think of all the laughter and the tears of joy, mixed in with the Christmas carols and a turkey feast.

But wait! Isn’t that what Christmas is about? About a child who was born to save us all. A child who grew up to be a Higher Power that gave up his life on this earth for all God’s children?? Isn’t that why we are to cherish the child, to gift the child because that child is our future and if we want any kind of future on this earth we need to take care of our children.

It will always be a villages duty to help raise every child born into this world. They did not ask to be born, so we as adults must do right by each and every one of them. To give them all the necessities of life, to be healthy in mind body and soul!

Then why today, was I able to type in a few words into a browser and find that  in north and south America and Canada , our children are being abused in such horrific ways??

– Police find boy cuffed with dead chicken on neck.

– Daughter locked in basement for 6 years

– Mechanic opens trunk, finds starving baby

– A 2,4,5 and 6 yr old boys found starving, living in filth

– Mom charged with helping boyfriend rape her 4 yr old son

– Mom throws infant at Deputy in a getaway bid.

Is this not the free world that other worlds to the east , west, south  look to for freedom?? Are we not a civilized continent?

Why are we in other countries fighting for what we believe their rights are, when our children’s rights are so abused ?

Give your time and any spare money to your LOCAL children’s foundations, which can be, food banks, Brownies and Girl Guide Clubs, Boys Scouts, the children’s wing at your local hospital, just to name a couple.

My stomach is sick thinking of what is taking place currently in the world around me to the children in my neighbourhood. And no, I realize that I can not save the world or every child in it. But what I can do, is save the children I do know personally, my own, my children’s children, my sisters children, my brothers children, my cousins children, my friends children.. I can save them from being abused when they should be living a life of love and learning.

I will condemn anyone I see abusing a child in my vision. It is my maternal instinct, my God given right as a Mother and caretaker.

So this year before we sit around the Christmas tree on Christmas morning, handing gifts to our children, take the time on Christmas Eve to explain to them the meaning of the season and why children are a blessing and why they are receiving gifts.. Because we were all saved, by a child that was born so long ago named Jesus. Then be ready for the questions they have. Be ready to answer them

When my children were young, we had a birthday cake for Baby Jesus Christmas Eve and I did explain to them the meaning of Christmas and why Jesus’s birthday was and is so special. It’s never too late to start a new tradition

God Bless ALL our children!!

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~ Children Singing Their Praise ~

Toronto ~ A Co-Dependent City?

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What is the meaning of  co-dependency? The original concept was developed to acknowledge the behaviours people develop in time from living with an alcoholic or substance abuser. And there are a number of attributes that develop as a result of those conditions. The biggest being the tendency to get involved in a toxic relationship with people who are unreliable, very needy and emotionally unavailable. The co-dependent ends up trying to control everything in the relationship and at the end of the day does not take care of themselves, leaving them unfulfilled. The longer the relationship continues, , the fact ends up being, the co-dependent will always end up in unhealthy relations. It is a rollercoaster ride, that the abuser and the co-dependent both end up needing professional counselling.

Toronto has lost it‘s self esteem due to Mr. Ford‘s alcohol and admitted drug abuse. The city needs to ask itself, what it wants to be in life and not what it wants to be in Mr. Ford‘s life. It is time to take back it’s own power and start living healthy again, for itself and that means detaching from Mr. Ford’s issues. Mr. Ford’s reign over the city has to end, so the city can rebuild it’s own image. No more worrying if Mr. Ford gets help or not, he has his own rock bottom he needs to hit and then build himself back up from.

Toronto can be a beautiful place, they just forgot how, in the shadow of Mr. Ford.

Just saying…