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  • Some Children Are Just Born Feral

    Some Children Are Just Born Feral

    Some children are just born feral.

    Parents can potty train and sleep train and teach manners until their brains are about to explode, but there are some children who, for some reason God only knows, can’t be tamed.

    They are the kids who pull their diapers off and paint the house with their own poop.

    They are the kids who eat dead bugs off the floor and shove TNT snap-n-pops into their ear canals. They are the kids who meet your emergency room deductible by February.

    They are the kids who are responsible for your forehead wrinkles and every, single gray hair. They play too close to the water, run through the hallways with forks, and somehow (like really, HOW?) climb the fireplace mantle.

    Like I said, some children are just born feral.

    So, what should parents do with these tiny little wildebeests?

    Society certainly has opinions. Experts have their theories. Authors have their books. Pharmacies have their pharms.

    Little old ladies are going to stop and shake their heads and their long-wrinkled fingers, because they think they know.

    But, parents, listen to me right now because I’m going to save you some serious heartache and stress:

    NOTHING 👏 IS 👏 GONNA 👏 TAME 👏 A 👏 FERAL 👏 BORN 👏 CHILD.

    So, cover your electric outlets with plastic plugs and anchor your furniture to the floor. Hide your batteries on the highest shelf and lower that crib mattress a little more.

    Hide your pets, put your forks and knives in a secret drawer (Then maybe move them once a week, just to be safe.)

    Because you aren’t going to tame that feral child. Best you can hope for is to simply survive them.

    And if some Know-It-All wants to tell you otherwise, you go find them a drunk and hungry hyena. Shove it into some Doc McStuffins pull-ups and drop it off at that Know-It-All’s house. Tell them it likes to eat broccoli and really needs a bath.

    Then go back in 24 hours and see how confident Mr. Know-It-All still feels about parenting your feral born child.

    Now it’s true that parents of feral children are tired.

    Our hair is all frazzled and our houses falling apart brick by brick. We have long since given up on trying to impress the world with our awesome, awesome parenting skills.

    We are okay with the fact that our child is wild. We are okay with the mess and the noise.

    Believe it or not, we even RELISH IT.

    (A little bit.)

    Because only a feral child can teach you to see the world through an unfiltered lens. Only a feral child can see a world of adventure in 1/8-acre flat, grassy lawn. Only a wild, unadulterated spirit knows the joy of streaking through the house after a bath, screaming like a banshee and feeling the wind on their buck-naked skin.

    It’s a little crazy, but let’s be honest: it’s pretty freaking fun.

    Some children are just born feral. It’s true.

    The sooner we accept that, the better off we will be. And just a thought, but maybe…just maybe…

    We have a little bit to learn from these wild at heart, freedom-filled, life-relishing little humans.

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  • What If Kids Are Learning More At Home

    If they cancel the rest of the school year, students would miss approx 6 months of education. Many people are concerned about students falling behind because of this. Yes, they may fall behind when it comes to classroom education…

    BUT WHAT IF ….

    What if instead of falling “behind”, this group of kids are ADVANCED because of this? Hear me out.

    What if they have more empathy, they enjoy family connection, they can be more creative and entertain themselves, they love to read, they love to express themselves in writing.

    What if they enjoy the simple things, like their own backyard and sitting near a window in the quiet.

    What if they notice the birds and the dates the different flowers emerge, and the calming renewal of a gentle rain shower?

    What if this generation are the ones to learn to cook, organize their space, do their laundry, and keep a well run home?

    What if they learn to stretch a dollar and to live with less?

    What if they learn to plan shopping trips and meals at home.

    What if they learn the value of eating together as a family and finding the good to share in the small delights of the everyday?

    What if they are the ones to place great value on our teachers and educational professionals, librarians, public servants and the previously invisible essential support workers like truck drivers, grocers, cashiers, custodians, logistics, and health care workers and their supporting staff, just to name a few of the millions taking care of us right now while we are sheltered in place?

    What if among these children, a great leader emerges who had the benefit of a slower pace and a simpler life to truly learn what really matters in this life?

    What if they are AHEAD? 🙏🏼🏡♥️🏫
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  • The Effects Of County Line Drug Dealers

    WARNING PICS AREN’T PLEASANT TO LOOK AT!!!!
    I can’t say too much but I need to warn people of the effects of these county lines drug dealers and how they behave towards you if you don’t do as they say!!! Please please keep your children safe!

    If they all of a sudden start getting new designer items or disappear for days and seem to have money, new trainers or even start to behave differently please talk to them without judging and let them know they can come to you with anything.

    Please for the people who aren’t grossed out by the pics please show them to your kids and show these people don’t care! Right now 3 of these people are on remand looking at life sentences yet they’re only kids themselves 20, 18 and 17.

    I feel for their mothers but no mother should have to be put through being told your child is in a bad way mikes away from home. I wasn’t going to put anything on here however after speaking to a friend last night she made me think that us mums need to know what’s going on out there on the streets. If you see anything dodgy trust your instincts!! I apologise for the pics again but I’m hoping they’ll save someone someday 🙏🙏🙏.

    Hold your kids close, I nearly lost mine 😢 but thank god I didn’t! He’ll be scarred for life and his left hand will never get back to normal. For my friends in my local area these boys are hunting the villages for kids to sell for them! I know we can’t watch them 24/7 but try and make them understand what’s going on around them

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  • Things I Wish I Had Known When My Son Was Diagnosed With Autism

    THINGS I WISH I HAD KNOWN WHEN MY SON WAS FIRST DIAGNOSED WITH AUTISM:

    To tackle guilt from the very beginning.

    To focus on self-care earlier on.

    To make finding peace a priority.

    To not judge my beginnings so harshly.

    To focus on the good more, even when it was hardest to find.

    To stand up for myself sooner.

    To realize that the child I have right now is not the child I will have a year from now.

    To stop worrying so much about my child. He will be okay because I will make his life okay.

    To acknowledge that the goal is not to turn an autistic person into a non-autistic person. The goal is to help an autistic person who struggles, become an autistic person who doesn’t struggle.

    That very few people will understand our lives, and that’s okay.

    That the biggest critics and givers of advice, know nothing of our struggles.

    To choose my battles carefully.

    That it’s not a race against time. Our kids are lifelong learners.

    That I am learning too and to give myself some grace.

    To not follow blindly when it comes to my son, we are on our own path.

    That this can be a very lonely and isolating journey and to look for the helpers.

    To spend less time researching how to help my son and instead spend more time playing and interacting with him.

    That wanting to give up at times makes you human but refusing to do so makes you a parent.

    That I will love this child more than I ever thought humanly possible.

    And finally, that I am the lucky one.

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  • My Ex In-Laws Are Still My Family

    My ex-husband’s parents obviously weren’t thrilled about me divorcing their son. Soon after the divorce, I drove to my in-laws’ house and had a very long and open and difficult and awkward and beautiful and complicated conversation with them. We decided not to point fingers or blame or judge. We just talked about the most important thing: the kids. We decided to put our differences and our pride aside and focus on what really matters: family, forgiveness, love. I remember one particular phone call early on, while things were still really tense between their son and me, his mom said: “Well, if you’re not technically my daughter-in-law anymore, then from now on you’re my daughter.” And they have treated me like one since.

    Today was another Thanksgiving spent at their house. I’ve always been welcome. Once I started dating my current husband, I assumed the invitation to Thanksgiving would stop. But no. The invitation was extended to him as well. It’s been like this for years now, all of us getting together for the holidays.

    Today, we once again ate together as one big family. Today, my husband helped my ex-husband’s mom set the table and clean up, as he does every year. Today, I listened as my ex-husband and current husband discussed work and football and parenting. Today, I watched my ex-husband play superheroes with my son from my second marriage.

    Today was about all the stuff that really matters and not about the unnecessary drama we humans tend to create.

    None of this divorce, remarriage, co-parenting stuff is easy. In some ways, it’s the hardest part of my life. But the hard work and our “kids first, egos last” formula has been worth it. So, so worth it. ❤️

     

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  • My Jalapeño Were A Torture Device To My Children

    The other night, I was cutting up jalapeños while cooking dinner.

    My sour patch kids (daughter & son) are always in my shit.

    I can never fully accomplish a whole task without them in the way.

    Little ankle biters, they are.

    So, I’m chopping these peppers up and answering questions left and right like I’m a contestant on a game show.

    I’m currently killing this mom shit.

    I’m multitasking AF.

    I’m pouring chocolate milk, slice another jalapeño, twirl around checking a butt for poop, peek on the chicken in the oven with a smile on my face, run to the living room to clean up a spill, and back to the kitchen to finish the jalapeños.

    I’m gliding through the kitchen just basking in my motherliness.

    Until I hear a cry for help from the bathroom. Suddenly, Kaison, my 6 year old, who wipes his butt always, forgets how to wipe his butt.

    I sprint down the hall to offer hand services for the butt in need.

    I get caught in the hall by my daughter who asks me to put her princess play shoes back on. Every mom with a daughter knows the damn shoes. They only fall off every other step because they are made for a child with an almost invisibility foot. I slip the bitches back on for the 100 time while rushing and she’s screaming because I left her pinky toe out and still trying to shove it on. After I tuck that little piggy back inside, she cautiously walks away on the plastic heels of death amongst the wooden floors, to the kitchen looking for a “snack.”

    After I complete the butt wiping task, I walk back into the kitchen to the sounds of gagging and coughing.

    The gags progress to wails and cries of pain.

    I see Micah and Lilah with tears in their eyes sobbing and wiping their tongues. I asked Lilah what was wrong and she said, “hot hot hottttt!!!”

    I try to find answers to what in the actual fuck was happening and then Lilah said, “I don’t like those grapes. Those grapes so yucky” as she points to the jalapeños.

    😒 I try to sound concerned, but my initial emotion was anger because I’m down one whole jalapeño less than what I started with. Every jalapeño mattered.

    After grieving the loss, I give them milk, I give them bread, I pray, I light incense, I bathe them in Oils. I give them whatever the hell else they want and NOTHING is helping.

    My kids love spicy food, but these were not your average jalapeños.

    These were the Devil’s peppers. And they came with vengeance. These bitches was spicy and they was angry.

    The hands that they grabbed the peppers with are now rubbing the tears from their eyes and rubbing the snot around their noses.

    Now, their whole face is on fire.

    At this point, there’s not many options

    other than to just throw both children away and start over. I have two others not infected at all.

    I’m running their whole heads under water. I’m trying to flush the Devil’s pepper out of their eyes and nose. Nothing is working.

    I’m screaming, “GOOGLE, HOW THE FUCK CAN I SAVE MY CHILDREN’S EYES FROM THE DEVIL’S PEPPER?”

    Google is no use because google has no intellectual understanding of curing children from jalapeños at this time. (Words from the mouth of Google herself)

    The chicken burned.

    More shit spilled.

    My jalapeños didn’t get used for a meal, instead they were a torture device to my children.

    The babies ended up with wash cloths on their faces on the couch while chugging chocolate milk. Nobody was blinded. We all survived.

    Except for me.

    Soon after I laid the children down for bed, Jalen, my other 6 year old, walks in my bedroom hysterically crying.

    I asked him what the hell he wanted because my hours of operation were clearly over, and then he said, “my butthole is burning.”

    Ok…gonna need you to elaborate, son.

    Guess who played with a Devil’s pepper while not learning from the magical hell his siblings went through?

    Him. That boy. The burning butthole kid.

    Why did his butthole burn, you ask?

    Because after playing with the Devil’s pepper, using it as a stage prop for his dinosaurs to eat, he decided to just itch his ass. A lot.

    Welcome to parenthood, where we are solely surviving on prayers and wine.

    That’s some real #Seriousmomshit

    Disclaimer: the butt I wiped, was not the butt that burned. I have twins. Thanks for the concern on my intelligence, but, I got this 🤞🏻

    DON’T Forget to SHARE with a momma who needs some laughter tonight.

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  • Woman Are A Gift To Men

    WOMAN!!!!💓

    ● changes her name

    ● changes her home

    ● leaves her family

    ● moves in with you

    ● builds a home with you

    ● gets pregnant for you

    ● pregnancy changes her body

    ● she gets fat

    ● almost gives up in the labour room due to

    the unbearable pain of child birth

    ● even the kids she delivers bear your name

    Till the day she dies… everything she does…

    cooking, cleaning your house, taking care of

    your parents, bringing up your children,

    earning, advising you, ensuring you can be

    relaxed, maintaining all family relations,

    everything that benefit you….. sometimes at

    the cost of her own health, hobbies and

    beauty.

    So who is really doing whom a favour?

    Dear men, appreciate the women in your lives

    always, because it is not easy to be a woman.

    *Being a woman is priceless*lf.

    Rock the world ladies!

    A salute to ladies!

    WOMAN MEANS :-

    W ➖ WONDERFUL MOTHER

    O ➖ OUTSTANDING FRIEND

    M ➖ MARVELLOUS DAUGHTER

    A ➖ ADORABLE SISTER

    N ➖ NICEST GIFT TO MEN FROM GOD

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  • Here’s Why Stay At Home Mums Can Be Depressed

    I hear so many people asking why any stay at home mom would be depressed. I mean, we get to stay home with our children, why would we be depressed??

    We are depressed because it’s absolutely exhausting working your ass off for your family, but it not meaning anything because we don’t make money.

    It’s exhausting making a daily sacrifice to put others needs before your own. And it not meaning anything because you don’t “help” financially.

    It’s exhausting being a maid, a teacher, a chef, a nurse, a mentor, and people don’t care because you don’t make money.

    Our very existence doesn’t count as a real contribution to some, because we don’t earn money.

    So, how would you feel. If you worked 24/7….Literally. And got zero acknowledgement from society because you don’t earn an income?! And you were constantly asked when you’re gonna get a job and what you do all day.

    Someone’s worth should not be defined by the amount of money they make. My contribution is just as important as any working person. And guess what?! At the end of your work day, you get to clock out, go home and relax. I never get to clock out of my “job”. I wouldn’t change my job for the world

  • Dear Education System This Is What Your Doing To Our Children

    Dear Education System,

    This is what you are doing to our children. My 5 year old is made to feel bad that he is a regular boy.

    He isn’t always good at sitting still. He loves to bounce and talk to friends. He loves to learn by doing. He’s a typical boy who could play outside all day and not get tired.

    Sadly you take that away more and more each year. You’re dead set on increasing testing numbers by forcing the “child” out of our kids. At much younger ages they are becoming zombies.

    Sit, be still, learn this earlier, test well or we will be forced to have an intervention but don’t expect our help quickly because the red tape takes months. Talk too much during P.E. and you lose it. Don’t turn your homework in and sit silently at lunch while you complete the assignment.

    If he cannot be silent and still my child is a distraction. If you cannot be silent and still you will be punished. If you cannot be silent and still we will take away the time you do have to NOT be silent and still.

    When will you wake up and realize you are detrimentally hurting our children by no longer allowing them to just be children??

    Because personally, I’m tired of holding my baby while he cries thinking he’s failing as a kindergartner.

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  • Looking For A Way To Keep Your Kids Still…

    Looking for a way to keep your kids still….

    Buy them glow in the dark pjs. Tell them they have to lie really still under the light to “charge” them…..

    I’m not even sorry 😂😂😂😂

    ****Update: To expand on the trickery I’ve started putting the pjs back into their drawer when they get dressed in the morning……unexposed to light all day they dim and do not glow in the dark when they tried to test me last night until they laid down again. Reinforcing the need to lie quietly under the light before bed

    Again #notevensorry

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