Tag: homosexual

  • Imagine Feeling So Lost You Hug A Stranger

    PARENTS.

    A handful of us went to the Pittsburgh Pride Parade today, sporting our FREE DAD HUGS and FREE MOM HUGS t-shirts. We gave out hundreds of hugs. Hundreds. Some were super happy hugs. But others were like these two… and there were way too many like them.

    Let me tell you about these two.

    He was kicked out at 19 when his parents found out. They haven’t spoken to him since. He cried on my shoulder. Sobbed. Squeezed me with everything he had. I felt a tiny bit of that pain that he carries with him every minute of every day. He was abandoned because of who he loves. And on June 9th, 2019, he was participating in a celebration of love when he was brought to his emotional knees by a shirt that said “FREE DAD HUGS” on a complete stranger.

    Her story? I don’t know the specifics. But I know that she saw me from across the street. I wasn’t paying attention. By the time she got to me, she had tears in her eyes. She stood in front of me and looked up at me, with a look of sadness and helplessness that I’ll never forget. She hugged me with everything she had. And I hugged her back.

    She held on for so long, melting into me, and thanked me endlessly. And I can’t stop thinking about her. What she must be going thru with her family… the ones who are supposed to be there for her no matter what. Who does she go to when she needs advice on love, money or just life? Who does she share old memories with that only her parents would have been there for? What are her holidays like? How often does she hope for that phone call, with unconditional love on the other end? I don’t know her story. But it doesn’t feel like a huge leap to assume she’s lost those who should love her the most and forever.

    Imagine that, parents. Imagine that your child feels SO LOST FROM YOU that they sink into the arms of a complete stranger and sob endlessly just because that stranger is wearing a shirt offering hugs from a dad. Think of the depths of their pain. Try to imagine how deep those cuts must be.

    Please don’t be the parent of a child that has to shoulder that burden. I met WAY too many of them, of all ages, today.

    And if by chance anyone knows these folks, please let them know they can reach out any time they need a surrogate dad to talk to. I’ll be there.

     

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

     

  • My child is Gay and that’s not okay

     Grace Reynolds told us her story which actually made us feel sickened and sad that people still have this outdated view, her thoughts and views are hard to believe but please note we at Mums advice do not share these views ourselves.

    Grace said:

    My son Jamie is 18 and a homosexual, Jamie was such a sweet handsome little boy, who loved his trains and cars, as he grew he was always out with his friends playing football or on his bike, such a smart, bright well behaved boy.

    This year my baby boy, my only son, sat me down to tell me something that would change my life and ruin my relationship with my son.

    He is Gay!!!!

    Society tells me I should be happy and even proud of him, PROUD OF WHAT?

    Proud that I will never have a daughter in law?

    I will never have biological grandchildren, and knowing my son is doing ungodly acts.

    He has brought shame and embarrassment to my family and I.
    Everyone wants to be all accepting of gays but surely all this is doing is encouraging them.
    Bring back Jesus into our country, pray out the Gay, teach children that it is a mortal sin and stop putting gays on a pedestal.
    I will never accept my son’s life choice, if he wants to lay with a man he won’t be supported by me.

    Mums advice tried to explain to Grace how her thoughts and views were wrong and no matter what her son is, he is still her son, she should support and love him, no amount of prayers can change him, it is not a choice to be gay he was born this way.

    We hope in time she sees the error of her ways but if not we hope Jamie finds love and happiness.