Tag: child

  • I am the mom who wonders what is going on in that little head of his

    I am the mom who sees her child off to school each morning praying he will have a good day

    I am the mom who walks into work with a smile on my face to hide the pain and fear

    I am the mom who reluctantly answers the phone when I see the school calling

    I am the mom who fights back tears on my way to pick him up because he is in trouble yet again

    I am the mom who acts as though I am so highly disappointed in his behavior in front of the school staff yet all I want to do his hold him and make his sadness and pain disappear

    I am the mom listens to others tell me it’s a discipline issue, he will grow out of it, he’s just a boy while invisibly rolling my eyes into the back of my head….because they have no idea what they are talking about

    I am the mom who walks into school and signs another behavior slip like it’s just another day

    I am the mom who spends her school pick time rummaging through the lost and found because he forgot his jacket on the playground…..again

    I am the mom who has to leave work abruptly because “he can’t stay here today”

    I am the mom who spends hours in school conferences with teachers, counselors and administrators

    I am the mom who gets home and cuddles up with him on the couch

    I am the mom who holds him when he is having a bad day

    I am the mom who wonders what is going on in that little head of his

    I am the mom whose heart is pained by what he goes through on a daily basis

    I am the mom who lays down with him at night and tells him what a good boy he is and how perfect and loved he is

    I am the mom who watches him sleep so calm and sweet and wishes his days could be equally as peaceful

    I am the mom who begs and prays for him to just have a happy, easy, enjoyable life

    I am the mom who wakes up and does it all over again….for him…because I know his greatness and I know his heart and I understand him and will love him though it all. He is my baby and I will fight for him until my last breath.

    Written by Crystal Mikos

  • YouTube Taught My Child How To Kill Herself

    This is an exceptionally hard thing for me to post. I’ve thought long and hard about this. I’ve decided it’s way too important not to bring awareness to other parents. This is not up for criticism. I only want to let all parents know what to watch for….

    Kids YouTube, roblox, fortnight… no matter how much you think you are monitoring your child.. notifications to what your child is watching. It doesn’t matter. My 7-year-old child was taught how to attempt suicide by kids YouTube and these games. She has expressed that she doesn’t feel neglected or unloved. Instead, she was constantly told to ‘go kill yourself’ by other gamers, by kids YouTube. Shown HOW to.

    Sunday night, she had a full-blown anxiety attack. Which I held her and sang to her while she got through it. Monday, she drew this in school.

    This is a VERY real danger! I NEVER thought I would find myself helping my SEVEN YEAR OLD CHILD through an anxiety attack. PLEASE, keep your children away from these things. I’m just so glad my child was able to express her feelings before she actually tried to harm herself. I never thought something as ‘innocent’ as kids YouTube would have these subliminal messages. Again, I’m only sharing our experience in the hopes to prevent another child going through this.

    Writte by MeridyLeeper

  • A Letter To CBeebies Regarding Bedtime Hour

    RE: ‘BEDTIME HOUR’

    Dear CBeebies,

    I am writing to complain about ‘Bedtime Hour’.

    Since becoming a parent I have very much enjoyed your programming. I love almost everything about it; from Hey Duggee to Andy’s Prehistoric Adventures.

    Yes, Abney & Teal’s a bit shit, Bing’s a whiny dick and the Tumble family can be a bit unsettling (I’m just going to say it: Mr Tumble, Grandpa Tumble, Polly Tumble, there’s not a single member of that family that doesn’t look like they keep body parts in the freezer), but generally speaking Cbeebies is pretty awesome.

    That said, ‘Bedtime Hour’…

    6 o’clock?

    ..6 o’ f**king clock!?

    In what parallel universe does CBeebies exist that kids are settling down for bed at 6 o’ Clock!!?? Most kids are still crayoning cocks on the radiators at half 7!? And that’s the really well-behaved ones.

    Have you ever tried to get a kid anywhere near their bed between 6 and 7? … they’ll have your bloody eyes out. It’s like trying to get a pissed and f**ked off badger into a carrier bag. (It doesn’t want to go and someone’s gonna get hurt).

    Far from being bedtime.. Between 6 and 7 is the time when most kids piss-taking abilities are at their most powerful. For them, it is the perfect time to go ‘berzerker’.. full William Wallace.. smash the place up, face-plant off the settee, get out every toy they’ve ever owned and stick a plastic light-sabre up the dog’s arse.

    6-7pm is go f**king nuts time.

    It’s not just in our house, I’ve done extensive research on this and I can categorically say that 6 o’clock is not bedtime hour in anyone’s house with young kids in it.

    In fact, if you’re interested, the hours preceding bedtime are actually as follows:

    6-7pm – ‘Negotiation’ Hour

    7-8pm – ‘For Fucks Sake’ Hour

    8-9pm – “No, how many more times, you’re not watching The bloody Incredibles, its bedtime!?”.’ Hour

    9-10pm – ‘”It was your idea to have kids in the first place”‘ Hour

    10-11pm – ‘Losing the last dying embers of your will to live.. Kill Me. Kill Me ‘ Hour

    11-12pm – ‘Bedtime’ Hour

    12-? – ‘How are you up again? What are you.. a f**king vampire!?’ Hour.

    With all due respect, I know it must seem like you’ve got ‘bedtime hour’ correct – because it gets massive viewing figures – but that’s only because Tom Hardy sometimes does the bedtime story and half the mums in the UK are licking the screen.

    In truth, four hours after you lot have knocked off – to go on the piss with Dr Ranj, Mister Maker and the cast of Biggleton – Most parents are still negotiating with their mini terrorists to find out what they want in return for just going upstairs.

    And the worst thing is that, without Cbeebies, parents are then forced to stumble over to Nickolodeon Jr to endure American cartoons about talking cars and ‘being buddies’ and an endless cycle of adverts for plastic unicorns and dolls that piss and shit themselves.

    Look, I’m sure there’s a topsy and tim type family somewhere in the Home Counties where the kids adhere to this 6-7 bedtime hour. I’m sure these kids are tucked up beneath hemp blankets, that mommy weaved just that morning, gently dozing as daddy plays ‘Let it be’ on an acoustic guitar. But not in our house where if we can get our child to bed without a major fire or anybody dying that’s a pretty good evening.

    So, please. For the sake of the threadlike sanity that every parent in this nation clings to at the end of each day do the right thing. Move bedtime hour to.. let’s say…reality.

    Matt x

    P.S. Oh, and not to be an arse, but to make matters worse you lot don’t start the programmes again until 6 in the morning. This morning my son got up at 4am. He couldn’t have got up any earlier if he’d invented time travel.. I was that tired I couldn’t feel my face.. and where were you.. nowhere!?

    If I hadn’t had a couple of Go Jetters stacked up on the sky planner I’d have thrown myself under the bin lorry at 8.

    P.P.S and thanks for The Stick Song by the way, you utter barstards.

    P.P.P.S… love you really.

    Fulll credit to the amazing guys at man versus baby… check them out>>>

    https://www.facebook.com/manversusbaby/

  • When Your Baby Isn’t Your Baby Anymore

    One more cuddle please

    One more kiss

    One more story

    One more goodnight mummy

    Just one more please mummy so I can sleep.

    I love you

    I’m scared

    I’m not tired

    I don’t want you to go

    Can I have five more minutes please mummy

    I don’t mean to annoy you

    I know you’re tired

    I know you have lots to do

    I missed you

    Look what I can do mummy, look how high I bounce

    I can’t find my bear

    My night light won’t work

    Where have you gone mummy

    I don’t want to be alone

    Whether your my baby or a grown man, I will never refuse your request for more time.

    No matter what you say to ask me to stay, you will never have to beg my darling.

    You are my world, and I will always have the time to give you. I treasure every memory we have of these moments.

    You won’t always want a cuddle

    You won’t always want a kiss

    You will grow too old for stories

    You won’t want me to say goodnight

    Please don’t grow so fast my baby

    Although you will always love me

    You won’t need me to fight the monsters

    You won’t always be wide awake

    You will beg some days for me to leave

    Please can I have a few more years

    You will be embarrassed of me

    You won’t always be home at night

    You will have your own life to live

    You won’t always miss me

    You are amazing my baby, and will grow to do incredible things and though you might get older, things will never change.

    I will always find your toys

    I will always make the lights and stars work

    I will always be here even when your grown

    🖤 You will never be alone 🖤

    https://www.facebook.com/Justamommaneedingcoffee/

  • The Great Debate On Parent Parking Cleared Up

    This debate was kicked off again today.. so okay, ONE. MORE. TIME. FOR. THE. PEOPLE. AT. THE. BACK…

    Parent and child spaces don’t exist because parents are entitled/lazy. They exist so a parent can get their kid out of their car safely, without reducing the car next to them to scrap.

    And they are placed near the store because in, a civilised society, most of us agree that it’s a good thing to reduce the risk of children running around the modern busy car park like its fucking Chessington World Of Adventures.

    I realise for some this is complicated..

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    1. “Rubbish, we didn’t have parent and baby spaces back in my day… “

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    …This is an odd point of view given that, that argument can also be made for antibiotics, women’s voting rights, the combustion engine, indoor plumbing, space travel, Luther, opposable thumbs, monster munch and shoes.

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    Oh yeah, and the internet.. a place where you can share your shit opinion and have it demolished by anyone whose brain receives oxygen.

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    2. “But, in my day, we managed..”

    …I’m sure you did, when cars were fewer, cars were smaller, spaces were larger, and you could get a bottle of ginger beer and a caramac and still have half a crown left to buy some johnnies. Look, times have changed. Not least because we now have something called ‘Health and Safety’ which means Isofix, and car-seats the size of a fucking armchair.

    So you can be nostalgic for the good old days, when your children didn’t even have to wear seatbelts, but those days are gone.. It’s partly the reason why there are more of these kids making it to adulthood, actually, Barbara.

    3. “But disabled spaces are more important”.

    Yes. Of course they are. Nobody is saying otherwise. But it’s not either/or is it?

    4. “Why should those who ‘breed’ get benefits that I don’t. Whinge whinge. etc.”

    Look,.. people have all kinds of benefits that you don’t.. low blood pressure and some fucking empathy for a start.

    And.. even if you don’t have kids the chances are you were one once. It’s True. Two people in the dim past made the monumental mistake of combining their DNA and creating someone as selfish and small-minded as you. So stop being a cock about something that keeps the next generation a little bit safer and maybe, god forbid, makes someone else’s day a little bit easier. Because, it doesn’t really affect you does it, you massive dick.

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    Hope that clears that up… Now can we all just get along?

    Credit https://www.facebook.com/manversusbaby/

  • Ghost Child Playing With My Children

    I thought I’d share another epic parenting fail with you all. I’m a mother of 7 children so these unfortunate events are part of daily life.

    A few months ago I witnessed my 5yr old little girl talking to herself. Or at least I thought she was. I continued to watch her, and quickly realised she must have an imaginary friend. Aww bless her 😍

    The days go on and one tea time, I decided to up my parenting game, and offer to cook her imaginary friend a portion of spag bol too. Why not?

    “Oh mummy don’t be silly, she’s dead! She can’t eat food!”

    Holy shit on a cracker….She’s fucking what now?! (Didn’t actually say that part out loud)

    “Thanks for offering though mum 😊😊😊”

    Fuck. Fuckety fuck fuck. Do we move house? Call a priest or just be done with it and burn the place down!. I’m equipped for a lot of childlike circumstances but the adoption of fucking Casper. absolutely not.

    After I calm down, I ask my daughter some questions to try find out a little bit more about our new addition.

    With confidence and zero fear, she proceeds to tell me her friend is the same age as her. She’s a little black girl. She loves summer. She’s allowed to play during the day but at night-time she has to go home. My daughter doesnt know her name so calls her Sally. (Ok… So at least I know we can sleep easy 🙄)

    For weeks I watch my darling little psycho play with her dead friend. Sometimes my other children join in too. They can all see her which is even more terrifying. They chase each other, giggle and Love to play hide and seek.

    Then one day I noticed that her “friend” wasn’t around as much.

    Probing… I ask her where she’s gone.

    “Oh she’s not around today cos you have the blinds shut”

    Hmmmm. Thinking of all the last few months events I have a sudden brain wave and open the blinds.

    “Mummy mummy she’s here she’s here!”

    Omfg. I had spent weeks and weeks googling spirits. I watched hours of the ghost whisperer, looking up priests and dreaming about Ghost busters! For what?!….

    Sally the fucking SHADOW! 😱

    Credit Michelle M Stewart

  • The Man Who Slapped My Baby Walks Away Scot-free

    Last option i wanted to do. But i relied on the police to take matters into their own hands and serve the time towards him for hurting my son. Not just a slap on the wrist and get let out. Sat at home all happy as ever now. You slapped my son across the face that hard it bruised his ears and left a full hand print on his face not red marks full bruises . You deserved time for what you did to my 2-year-old son! A child you claimed to of ‘loved like your own’ its about time I named and shamed you.

    It’s not fair at all the justice system is fucked😡. I’ve also contacted my local mp I aint giving up you deserve to do time for what you did . Even if it means me appealing and having to go through court again ill do it !!! CONNOR BROOK you absolute monster. It’s about time everyone knew what you did and who you are! You aint the innocent person people think you are!😡 I promise I aint giving up you will serve time for hurting my child!

    The Man Who Slapped My Baby Walks Away Scot-free
    The Man Who Slapped My Baby Walks Away Scot-free

    Everyone SHARE the fuck out of this!!!! (Photos added of my sons face so everyone out their also knows what he did to my son, and how a mess his face was because that’s what this horrible human being did) all cause its his first offence he got away😡. ( people who want to believe ‘how do we know it was him and not her’ well the court we had in october our last court it was finding a fact hearing, he admitted it in court if he didn’t admit it and she couldn’t decide who had done it my son would have gone up for adoption bit of common sense really) plus if I wanted to i can get proof off my solicitor .

    I bet he couldn’t prove it though cause he signed the paper work where he confessed. 🤷🏽‍♀️ more fool you if you believe him but don’t be so stupid my son wouldn’t be in my arms right now if i had done this plus the medical shows LARGE left HAND which im right-handed and also have very tiny hands🤷🏽‍♀️ Nicole Louise hinde

  • A Few Important Rules To Teach Your Sons

    A few important rules to teach your son’s 💖

    1. It’s okay to cry when you’re hurt. But, wash your face, and get up off the floor when you’re done. You don’t belong down there.

    2. You are a man you do not need a woman, but you can absolutely enjoy your life with a good one.

    3. Happiness is not a permanent state. Wholeness is. Don’t confuse these.

    4. Never walk through an alley alone.

    5. ‘Can’t’ – is a cop-out.

    6. Hold your heroes to a high standard. Be your own hero.

    7. If you can’t smile with your eyes, don’t smile. Insincerity is nothing to aspire to.

    8. Stay true to yourself always.

    9. Your body, your rules.

    10. If you have an opinion, you’d better know why.

    11. Practice your passions.

    12. Ask for what you want. The worst thing they can say is no.

    13. Wish on stars, and then get to work to make them happen.

    14. Stay as sweet as you are.

    15. Say Please, Thank You, and Pardon Me, whenever the situation warrants it.

    16. Reserve “I’m sorry” for when you truly are!

    17. Question everything … except your own intuition.

    18. You are amazing! Don’t let anyone ever make you feel you are not. If someone does….walk away. You deserve better.

    19. No matter where you are, you can always come home.

    20. Be happy and remember your roots, family is EVERYTHING.

    21. Say what you mean and mean what you say.

    22. Be kind; treat others how you would like them to treat you.

    23. If in doubt, remember whose son you are and straighten your crown.

  • Pedophile Decoy This Is Why I Do It

    As a child I was sexually abused and I was silenced. When I turned 21 it all came out and that was only because my mum had found out the person who had abused me and my younger sister had been convicted and spent time in jail for the crime. My mum was so angry as there was nothing she could do as he died in 1984… my mum blamed herself and suffered from depression she was really in a bad place and many times tried to take her own life

    I felt powerless all I wanted was for my mum to get better watching her suffer like she did was heart breaking .

    I never once blamed my mum for the abuse and for me I just put it to the back of my mind . Then in 1991 I gave birth to my daughter that’s when I started to realise I needed help I wouldn’t let any one near her in fear that she would be hurt. I didn’t want any monsters near her. I had to protect her from what I had gone through, I did.

    Her father then started drinking heavy and hitting me I was so scared but also defended myself I tried so many times to escape the physical abuse he was putting me thru finally I escaped from him. I remember like it was yesterday how he begged me for another chance I was strong and told him no it was very hard for me as I had never been on my own before.

    A few years later I met Scott who is now my husband we have three children together and are very happy. Then in 2010 everything changed . Two thugs who lived on the same Street committed murder right across the road from where I live. They tried to snatch my daughter who was 4 almost 5 out of my arms and threatened to kill my whole family if Scott didn’t drive them away from the scene.

    As wrong as it was Scott did drive them away. I phoned the police straight away and told them what had happened it was so bloody scary. Later than night Scott was arrested for assisting an offender… after 2 days of him being locked up he was released without charge. Many people came forward to give evidence.

    The following year I was losing weight I was only 7 stones at my heaviest and everything came flooding back to me from my childhood to the domestic violence I suffered. I was paranoid someone was going to hurt me or my babies . Doctors put me on anti depressants to help me make it through each day.

    The following year we had to give evidence over the murder and for once in my life I felt strong. That same year I fell pregnant. I was 42 at the time and OK 42 and pregnant but I was so happy I was going to be a new mum again. Again my thoughts all came back about my childhood I wouldn’t leave my precious baby alone.

    I finally decided it was unhealthy and I got counselling. I am free from all my demons now… then one day last year I was browsing Facebook and came across paedophile hunters I wanted to help and become a decoy.

    Why did I want to become a decoy the answer is simple for me I didn’t want any child to suffer at the hands of a paedophile . Being a decoy is the hardest thing I have done…. no one really believes you when you say you get dick pics and that’s just the 1st message then u say to them your age that doesn’t stop them.

    The amount of times you mention your age is un true. One of the groomers wanted to get close to my mum so he could see me. Being a decoy is helping save a real child … when I am decoying I feel raged and angry at the same time hoping and praying that the predator isn’t talking to a real child .

    The predators are very demanding and controlling. Some are slow groomers then you get the ones who want to talk about sex want nudes want you to do video calling it’s never-ending . I think please if there is a God up they’d please don’t let this groomer have a real child.

    So after weeks of them grooming you .. you then get a sting… they are arrested but it doesn’t end there for either the Hunter or decoy they have to submit their evidence and hope the paedophile pleads guilty… it still doesn’t stop there it’s on your mind 24/7 .

    Sometimes the justice system fails sometimes they get what they deserve. It’s still not the end of it there as you know there are still more to be caught …. you can not judge what a paedophile looks like they come in all shapes sizes and creed and colour … just remember one thing if you talk to underage children we will find we will expose you for what you are…..

    I have had my bad days where I wanna cry as I think please please don’t let there be a real child involved I am more alert now even though I am a survivor myself I look at people differently and I will always do my dammed hardest to carry on protecting all the children . I am here to protect children nothing will stop me. #forthechildren #kks

    Please take a look at KKS facebook page to follow other decoys and hunters catching pedophiles

    https://m.facebook.com/K.K.S.est2017/