My Mother Is My Best Friend??

If you have a face book account, I imagine in your news feed you will see all sorts of graphic posts with different sayings and beliefs. Some are very funny, some are inspirational, some you will agree with, someone you won’t agree with. There are a few I totally disagree with, even when at times it is posted with the greatest intentions and I’ll be the first to say, bless your heart.

Below is my rant regarding such posts..

“Anyone can be a friend. There are many who can become a best friend through out our lifetime. Good friends come and go. Best friends you can talk to one day and not talk to you for 15 years, yet pick up where you left off .That is all fine and a great part of our lives with people we care about. However, I do not want to be a fair-weather friend, a once in a lifetime friend or best friend. I want the respect of the greatest title and position in your life. I was the first in your life, there is only one of you in my life and my relationship with you is incomparably unique., No I don’t want to be your best friend because the greatest honour is being called.. Mother..
Just as my greatest privilege was giving birth to you, my son, my daughter, you can always count on me, 24/7 for the rest of my life on this earth, to defend you, to give you the necessities of life, as you grow to be a positive force with great morals during your life time on this earth. It will always be my given right to lead you in a positive manner, to guide you at times on a broken path. As Mary, the Mother of Jesus, did for HIM, she was there when HE needed her, she cradled HIM in her arms as only a Mother can do when the rest of the world, even friends, turned against HIM and then accepted HIS choices when HE made them.
Yes, all my children, they will attest to this.. I am their Mother, not their best friend and that is my honour.”

Maybe that is just one of the things wrong with the world today? To many parents are content with being their child’s best friend, instead of taking that lead position the were given the day the child was born? Stop trying to be our children’s best friend and start being who you are meant to be the day you gave birth to them, their Mother.

I imagine there will be so many views regarding this. This is mine and I accept the position with pride.

There is no greater position in life that can bring you so much heartache at times, yet no position that will bring a heart to the greatest heights of joy.. Mother.

I am a Mother and like me, there is NO other!

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(A scene from a movie, showing the love of best friends during the greatest heartbreak of being a mother at times)

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 ~

I Sense My Higher Power

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I seen my Higher Power

Gold tassels at the hem of lace
Shining chrome on a brand new car
Brilliant white a cloud in the summer sky
Things of beauty is what they are

I heard my Higher Power

Angelic the jingle of a child’s laughter
Calming is the shoreline, in comes the wake
The hidden whippoorwills call out at dusk
A fraction of serenity these sounds make

I touched my Higher Power

Soft pink a newborn’s skin
Satin sheets cool on a warm night
I shiver in water, the first summers dip
Things I can enjoy, lack of sight

I sensed my Higher Power

The tickle of butterflies in my core
A smile widening across my face
My heart swelling within my chest
Love leaving all other senses misplaced.
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by Snowy Solomon

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The Little Girl

When I first started djing online for a station owned by a lady out of New York, one of my time slots was on Sundays, where I would follow a great dj known as Bugsy, a retired police office. He did a great Sunday show and stood by in case I needed any help with mine. The one thing about internet radio is the listener is who picks the music 90% of the time. We would, as djs put a show together and the listeners were always good with requesting music for the certain show.

I got a request one Sunday morning and I did not have the song. DJ Bugsy saved the day and passed this certain song over to me. It would be the first time I was to hear the song, but Bugsy told me this gentleman would request it every Sunday. I listened and shed a few tears and at the same time realized what a great vehicle music is to get the word out with regards to any cause or circumstance.. Child Abuse being at the top of the list.
I have taken a vow to protect children and it is my natural maternal instinct also. Please protect the children! They are our future, they are innocent, they are the closet to heaven.

Enjoy the song! – Ray Boltz * Dear Mr. Jesus –