One morning I realized while sitting drinking my morning coffee, that if my daughter or son, would be harmed in any possible way, I would fight for them.
I would be laud and direct, fighting for them to be heard and believed. — as I already have done in some ways— I would fight for their voice to be heard and justice to be made. Write about it. A matter of course!
But why in the name of …..did I not make myself heard? Or even fight for myself, in a more determined way?
I was shocked when I realized that I was quiet, hiding scared in a dark hole. Refusing to come up and fight, to be laud, set boundaries and say, “Enough is Enough!”
For two decades now had I fought for the Animal Rights. I was well known for rescuing many animals. And maybe also for my three published books. I could get the cruelest person to hand over their abused animal to me. In that case was I strong, and determined.
But how come I didn’t stand up for the person that needed the help most? I asked myself again!
Maybe it’s Because there are groups of different kind of help. You can be “lucky” to come to the right person right away, or, your road starts taking a scary turn, with the wrong people behind their desks.
We trust them. Listens to their promises. We trust their occupation, of course they must know what they are talking about. Right!
There are good people helping, but they are overloaded with work.
It doesn’t get easier because you finally dare to leave. Then the revenge starts.
Silence can make the wrong people continuing with their harmfulness. I started writing about this theme 1996, still not bigger of a change. More Women Shelter are being built. Good and sad.
It’s time to stand up, reunite with the past, starting today.
Even for young children, they come home from a long day in school, carrying frustration inside of them. Maybe sitting still for hours, riding school bus, being teased, or… just a long day.
Many times it’s difficult for them to steam it out.
Max was truly steaming out last night, and he thought it was fun and felt relaxed afterwards.
Actually, the whole family tried. I sneaked in to his room and tried it when everyone was gone.
Jealousy is one of the most damaging feelings we can allow us to happen.
As it actually hurts yourself, the same way it hurts the target.
Early on in my children’s life, I started to talk to them about jealousy. About “good” jealousy and “bad” jealousy. Either it could inspire them, or destroy them.
One advice I kept telling them — and it’s a good reminder to all of us– is to practice the (Buddhist) question that asks, “Can you be happy for their (the person you are jealous of) success?
When you are noticing your jealous feelings. Stop! Take a breath, and simply ask this question. Chose kindness.
That’s Amore!
Photo credit black and white picture, Kathrin Gralla
Volunteering together with my children has always been a joy. I try to do it at least two days a month — do I count all the volunteering hours rescuing animals for our own organization, then we do it every day!
Hands up for America, which is fantastic (many times) with all their different volunteering programs.
You can try new things, get free education, and give back to your community.
When it’s popcorn delivery at my daughters school, it’s a great time to visit her environment. Meet teachers and school friends.
I get another feeling when my daughter tells me about her days, and I am connecting with her stories.
Max had a day off from his school and could join me. Afterwards he told everyone that wanted to listen, he couldn’t wait until he starts middle school.
As many of you already know, Max is back in school after nearly two years of being homeschooled.
He loves school. Especially his teacher from the first day.
Max was very upset for days about the hitting from a boy and being blamed. He didn’t want to go to school if that pupil didn’t get expelled! I have never seen him that upset before and my mother heart ached.
The next morning in the car we did as we always did, our thanks and prayers. However, Max looked smaller in the front seat than normal.
My mom heart sang the prayers, and especially for courage in his little heart. I said it twice. Courage please!
Later that afternoon I went to pick him up outside school. I see his big smile far away. He is waving with a paper in his hand.
To be a mother and working a lot from home, having many animals around you, There is nothing more fantastic then to stay at a hotel and have other s take care of you.Look at the breakfast! The best room ever for my son. The manager at V8 was (is) amazing arranging a fantastic room for him. This hotel got everything for everyone!
Amazing car museum, and totally awesome Italian restaurant. The whole crew “Tony’s” were top five stars. Food tasting like homemade from the best Italian Mom!
You hardworking moms, should do this to yourself ones in a while. With or without your children, it’s totally up to you. You do your glamour thing for your heart and mind, however, it’s nice to share it with someone else too.
I love to eat together with my son (Olivia was at a school dance) He enjoys food and to have conversations together with him, is fun and inspiring.
Afterwards, we picked Olivia up outside the school dance, and went back to the hotel. We then visit the bar connected to the restaurant drinking cola and eating divine dolce.
This is a five star bar, no drunks or smokers– there is a cigar room– if you wanted to enjoy a tasteful cigar.
The best room ever for my son. The manager at V8 was (is) amazing arranging a fantastic room for him. This hotel got everything for everyone!