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  • 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

  • Breast Milk May Reduce Stretch Marks

    Been trying a little experiment for the last 2 weeks. Been putting breastmilk on one side of my stomach. I can’t believe the difference!! For any moms out there breast feeding put a little on those tiger stripes lol (For moms asking) I rub it into my tummy while nursing and lather it on so it’s almost dripping off.

    I let it air dry and just pull my shirt over after. I put it on every time I nurse. Been doing it for about 3 weeks now. My baby is now 2 months old. I noticed a big difference not just on colouring but also in-depth of my stretch marks.

    I posted this after my mom convinced me too share with other moms. I cannot promise it will work 100% for everyone but it definitely helps

    .(update)  I know a lot of people think this is fake but it honestly is not. I am on day 6 of starting on other side of my tummy. They have gone from dark red to light red now. Starting to get light purple on edges. Like I said before it’s not just the lightning up that is amazing but also it helps with the depth if marks. I am not Trying to deceive anyone or trying to get likes or shares. I am truly just trying to inform other moms . There’s is nothing wrong with stretch marks but it is nice to know they can fade faster.

    Full credit Chantelle Clarke

  • Everyone Warned Me That Cuddling My Baby Will Result In A Clingy Teenager

    ‘I’ve been rocking and cuddling my baby to sleep since that day he was born. I mentioned this to a nurse at my clinic recently. She said that she did the same thing with her son, and everyone warned her that she would still have a teenager sleeping in her bed. And then she told me that, a few weeks ago, her teenage son came home from school very upset.

    He didn’t want to talk, and just went to his room and listened to his music, typed on his phone and cried. The mother gave her son space, and night time came and she went to bed. Just as she was about to turn off her side light, the door opened, and her 15 year old padded into the room.

    He climbed into the bed with her, laid his head on her shoulder and cried. He told her all about the girl that broke his heart, all about the friends who laughed, all about the stresses of being him. She told him about her first broken heart, about friends who’d been cruel, and told him she understands. They talked in the dark for hours, until he fell asleep in her bed. Still sad but relieved after their talk.

    ‘So you see’ she said to me, when she finished the story. ‘I was so scared that I wound wind up with a teenager who would ‘need me’ at night, that I never stopped to consider how beautiful that would really be.’

    Above story by the beautiful L.R.Knost – Little Hearts/Gentle Parenting Resources

    When we stop listening to the unnecessary noise around us, we begin to tune in to who is right in front of us.

    Image by Angelickpicture https://www.instagram.com/angelickpicture/

  • If He Is Kicking and Screaming Its Just His Way Of Coping

    If he falls to the floor, kicking and screaming, because there’s no chicken nuggets, it’s just his way of coping. Be patient, you’ll get your turn to order.

    If he bumps his head and starts to hit himself in the face, don’t stare, it’s his frustration. Mum will handle it, she see’s it everyday.

    If mum is cutting her child’s food, she’s not treating him like baby

    She just doesn’t want her son to choke.

    If he ignores your child on the playground, he’s not a brat. he’s just not good at social interaction. he would love to play with your child, he just doesn’t know how.

    He may be too big to sit in the shopping trolley, no, he’s not lazy. He wants to run around, but his mum needs to shop. She’s not up for chasing him today.

    If he has to be carried out screaming, it’s probably because of a meltdown. Be helpful, open the door. Don’t just stare or whisper. No, it’s not because he didn’t get the toy he wanted. If it were only that simple.

    Don’t talk to him like a child, unless he is one. Don’t yell, he’s not deaf. he may not talk, but he can understand.

    No, it’s not bad parenting. Discipline won’t help.

    This is autism, it’s his life. Don’t judge him, he’s not judging you.

     

  • Winnie The Pooh On Depression-Perfect Read

    It occurred to Pooh 🐻 and Piglet 🐷 that they hadn’t heard from Eeyore for several days, so they put on their hats 🎩 and coats 🧥 and trotted across the Hundred Acre Wood🌲 to Eeyore’s stick house. Inside the house was Eeyore.

    “Hello Eeyore,” said Pooh.

    “Hello Pooh. 🐻 Hello Piglet 🐷” said Eeyore, in a Glum Sounding Voice

    “We just thought we’d check in on you,” said Piglet, “because we hadn’t heard from you, and so we wanted to know if you were okay.”

    Eeyore was silent for a moment. “Am I okay?” he asked, eventually. “Well, I don’t know, to be honest. Are any of us really okay? That’s what I ask myself. All I can tell you, Pooh and Piglet, is that right now I feel really rather Sad, and Alone, and Not Much Fun To Be Around At All.

    Which is why I haven’t bothered you. Because you wouldn’t want to waste your time hanging out with someone who is Sad, and Alone, and Not Much Fun To Be Around At All, would you now.”

    Pooh looked and Piglet, and Piglet looked at Pooh, and they both sat down, one on either side of Eeyore in his stick house.

    Eeyore looked at them in surprise. “What are you doing?”

    “We’re sitting here with you,” said Pooh, “because we are your friends. And true friends don’t care if someone is feeling Sad, or Alone, or Not Much Fun To Be Around At All. True friends are there for you anyway. And so here we are.” 💜💚

    “Oh,” said Eeyore. “Oh.” And the three of them sat there in silence, and while Pooh and Piglet said nothing at all; somehow, almost imperceptibly, Eeyore started to feel a very tiny little bit better.

    Because Pooh and Piglet were There.

    No more; no less.

    A.A.Milne

  • When A Mother Says Shes’s Tired That’s All She Meant

    When a mother says she’s tired, that’s all she meant!

    She did not say she wants to drop her child and forget that he or she exists.

    When a mother says she wanted some time alone, just her, that’s all she meant!

    She didn’t say she’s sorry to be a mother and that motherhood was a mistake in her life.

    When a mother says she needs help to get things done, that’s exactly what she meant!

    She is not saying that she is incapable.

    When a mother makes noodles for dinner, it does not mean she does noodles every day of the week and that her son/daughter is a child who does not know vegetables and meats.

    When you arrive at a mother’s house and face disorganization, it doesn’t mean that every day that house is disorganized.

    When a mother says she’d love to go out with her friends, that’s all she meant! She doesn’t want to go back to being “Single / not a mother” and like it as if she had no responsibility.

    When a mother says she’s worried and afraid, that’s what she meant! She didn’t say she’s going to falter, and much less she’s a coward.

    When you listen to a mother screaming, it doesn’t mean she just screams, probably she has spoken 300 times with normal voice tone.

    When you see a nervous mother, on the edge of madness, doesn’t mean every day she’s in that situation.

    There is a whole context, a whole situation.

    Do not invent untruths to judge someone, let alone a woman who every day, at all times, gives up her own life to live the life of another being that she knows is much more important than her.

    In the world there is no human being able to give up and donate as much as a mother!

    And they deserve a lot of understanding and fewer trials. ✍️💖

    Credit Charity Beth

  • I’m The Lady With The Baby In Heaven

    I’m the lady with the baby in heaven

    I am the lady whose baby died. One day my baby was living and the next day she was gone. That is what happened. It doesn’t offend me if you acknowledge this. It’s actually nice someone takes an interest.

    It offends me when you don’t.

    You see, I know that my baby died. I will not forget this. So, when you whisper about it like it’s a secret that feels shameful. It makes me feel like you’re embarrassed for me. I’m not embarrassed about my baby and I’m not embarrassed that she died. I’m sad and heartbroken that she died. It’s different.

    I am allowed to be sad that my baby died. Please stop trying to cheer me up. When you respond by trying to cheer me up, it feels dismissive. Being supportive does not mean making me happy, it means sticking around even when I’m not. When you honor my emotions, you honor my child.

    When I say my daughter’s name and you not-so-subtly change the subject, you are not doing so to “protect me.” You are avoiding the subject of my child because you are uncomfortable. If you were talking about your own loved one and I stopped meeting your gaze or frantically switched topics, you would be upset with me. Same.

    My baby is not an awkward topic. She is a person. She is my daughter. I am not awkward about that, so why are you?

    Please understand, I believe that when you do these things it is with the best intentions, but I need you to know that your intentions have a painful impact. So, while you get to stroll away with your good intentions, I am left with the hurtful impact you left behind.

    I may be the lady whose baby died but you can still talk to me like you did when I was the lady who was going to have a baby. You can still say her name and let me know that you care about her. You can still ask me how I’m doing and wait around to hear my answer.

    Please don’t ignore my truth, especially when I am so strongly committed to sharing it. I have not made my baby’s death a secret, so I don’t need your help in hiding hee. That’s where the struggle comes from. I have to keep talking about her and saying her name because she can’t. I can’t stop because then she will disappear.

    I know you want to change what happened to me. But, you can’t. I will always be the lady whose baby died. I will always be the woman who is living without her child. I am okay talking about that. Are you?

  • Mama I Love You, Could You Wake Up For A Min

    Dear mama,

    Could you wake up for a minute? I know it’s hard for you to open your eyes – we haven’t slept a lot yet tonight. But mama, I kinda need you right now. You see, the thing is, I feel a bit lonely at the moment. I’m laying here in my crib and I’m somewhat cold.

    I didn’t mean to cry so I’m sorry I did. I’ve been trying to get your attention by making some noises for a while now but you were in such a deep sleep, you couldn’t hear me. I don’t know how else to get your attention. During the day, I see and hear you all make noises and I see you respond well to each other. You talk to me like that too. And I try very hard but I don’t know how to do that yet. So I cry so you’d listen to me.

    Mama, I’m sorry for crying. Like I said, I feel a bit lonely. I just spent nine months inside your belly where I’ve always felt safe. It’s a bit scary to me to be in such a big bed all by myself. I miss your heartbeat, the rushing of your blood, the warmth and the food.I miss your breathing and your hands you put over me to protect me when I still was inside your belly.

    So mama, would you please listen to me? I’m calling for you in the only way I’m able to. I feel really alone. I need your warmth and your peace for a moment. I need to know for sure you’re still here. So can I come lay with you for a little while to feel your warmth?

    Some cuddles first. Mama, this feels so nice. When I feel you holding me while you gently rock me and when I can smell and feel you, I feel so safe. I can feel your hand on my back and my ear is placed just right on your heart. Mom, this is home to me. Do you remember back when we were always together? I always felt like this back then. Sometimes I miss that time. It was so nice to be close to you.

    I hear you softly whisper into my ear “Everything is okay little one, everything is fine”. Your voice is so soft and familiar. You smell good mom. A bit like me and a bit like you.

    Mama, will you hold me just a little longer? I’m really tired and I feel so relaxed in your arms. It almost feels like before. I’m going to close my eyes for a little while, okay? Can I please stay with you here a little longer to enjoy your love and your presence?

    And can I drink some more? Mama, since we’re laying like this anyway…I’d like to ask you something. I know, it sounds pretty sad because I can’t talk like you can yet so I’m sorry for crying again. But mama, can I please drink some more? My throat is dry and my tummy is empty and since we’re here anyway…maybe I can have a few more sips? Your milk tastes delicious and is so warm and familiar.

    Thanks mom, that’s exactly what I needed. I was really really thirsty. Your finger on my cheek feels great by the way. And you’re smiling at me. Nothing makes me happier than seeing your smile and feeling your presence. I’ll close my eyes again, okay? Please don’t put me away straight away, I really enjoy falling asleep here. This feels really good. Can I stay with you for another hour or so?

    My tummy hurts. What is that?! Mama! Can you feel this? Mom? My tummy hurts so bad. What is happening? Please help me mama, I don’t know what’s happening. I’ve never felt anything like this.

    Thank you for rubbing my belly mom. It’s late and everyone is asleep. I’m so happy you’re here for me. I don’t know what I’d do without you mama. My tummy already hurts less and when you hold me like that…I feel pretty tired. Maybe I’ll close my eyes again. Please hold me a little longer?

    Can I have more cuddles? You won’t believe this mama! I’m a bit scared. I just woke up and I didn’t know where I was for a second. It was all dark and a little cold again. I know you’re tired mama. But I really missed you, can I please be with you again for a while?

    Mama, I can see that you’re tired. There are tears in your eyes and every now and then a tear rolls down your cheek. I’m sorry mama but I feel really strange in this new world. I miss home. I miss always being close to you.

    Sometimes I feel a tear fall on my head while you gently rock me. You’re singing me a song so that I can go back to sleep. You softly dry the tears that fell on my head with your hand. That feels nice mom, do that again?

    I fall asleep on your chest. You feel so soft, so familiar. There’s nowhere I sleep better than here. My legs are pulled up, just like they were back when I still lived with you. I can hear your heartbeat again and I move along with your breathing.

    I will learn soon. Mama, you’re the best place to be. I’m so glad I get to come to you over and over again. I don’t like being unable to just ask either but I’m really happy you listen to me when I call for you.

    Soon, I’ll be able to be there for you. Or for my brothers or sisters. Or for my friends in school. You’re teaching me how to take care of someone. You’re teaching me that you listen, even when I can’t ask. You’re teaching me I’m safe, even when sometimes it feels like I’m not. You’re teaching me that you love me, even when you’re very tired. Thank you.

    And mama, I love you.

    {author unknown}

    😍😍😍😭😭😭

  • What To Say In An Emergency When Out Partying

    TO ALL DJ’S, DOOR STAFF, BAR STAFF, MANAGERS

    INFO…And anyone going out to party

    A dj was approached while working by a young girl and asked for the first time, “Is Angela working tonight?” – having read about the #AskforAngela initiative He knew instantly what she was referencing, said yes, told her to jump in the DJ booth with him, (she was extremely nervous…) and in turn asked the nearest security guard the same question. Luckily, he too knew, and the young girl was escorted through the back of the venue and into a taxi immediately. Her “date” upon returning from the bathroom was asked to leave by management, he without delay turned violent and security stepped-in.

    Basically, #AskforAngela is a scheme in place (established in the UK) which aims at reducing sexual violence and vulnerability by providing WOMEN and MEN with a subtle phrase to assist getting them out of potentially dangerous and helpless situations. First-dates, Tinder-dates or frankly getting home alone after a night out can unfortunately (history-proven) be a risk. I urge all DJs, venues, those in hospitality/night-life to look into the concept and educate yourselves and your staff. It may seem extreme, but sometimes you may be someones only option,

     

  • Amazing Trick To Ease Ear Infection Pain

    What I’m about to share with you, is a coveted family secret given to my mom from aunt Mer. Because as a child/ teen and now adult.. with ears prone to infections and broken eardrums.. I use this all the time.

    Your child ever wake up screaming in pain of an ear infection?

    Because it takes 30 minutes for pain meds to kick in, this is the handiest trick you will ever learn.

    1. Take a face cloth and heat it up in water as hot as your hands can stand, and ring the water out..

    2. Place the hot wet face cloth in a mug.

    3. Place mug in the microwave for 20 seconds until the cup is warm and cloth is burning hot..

    4. Place open end of mug on your child’s head, around the ear being careful the hot cloth does not touch your child’s ear.

    The pressure from the mug, will help relieve the pressure built up in the ear- VOILA- back to sleep and calmed /not crying.. and then the pain meds will kick in. 😍 you are welcome.

    -echo

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