Umm.. this just came to mind.. Not sure where this topic is going, but come along for the ride.. It may be bumpy.. it may not be.. but I’m just free styling.
Celibacy.. ..celibacy.. but why? hmm?
Relationship without stability and a positive future should not connect on a level . There are so many unwarranted feelings and false sense of hope that derive from having intercourse with someone who you are not emotionally connected to, nor have a special bond with that has taken time to mature.
I feel that wham bam thank -you maam are ventures to patch a never-ending black hole in someone’s heart. The hole that was started by an absent parent, a non-nurturing care giver etc.. and as time went alone it got bigger from rejection.
I’m starting to feel that once sex become recreational.. it looses its luster, passion, inter-connect.. if that makes sense.
I think everyone craves a connection that is not only sexual lace.. but telepathic if possible. Where if that special someone walks into the room you can feel that energy..
I believe the connection weakens if it’s not honed on that one person.. and if you don’t have that one person, you are wasting it.
everyone wants to be loved, but does everyone want to love?
Once the sacred act is committed.. is there no going back?
Should we keep one of the methods of communication under wraps until we selected that special someone?
Please take the quiz below to let me know what you think.
Recently in a Facebook.group I’m in, a question arose about raising materialistic versus realistic children. This is near and dear to me. To give a bit of a back drop, I’m currently a mother of four children, ranging from eight years old to three months old. When growing up I really didn’t focus on clothing and other materialistic things until I was in high school and able to work to buy my own clothing. When I receive one of my first paychecks some new shoes were out. The high heel timberland boot. They retailed at $120. That was practically my whole pay check! So I had to decide, Do I want these jazzy new shoes and no money for two weeks, or save my money and get them later. I decide to satisfy both. I shopped arriving and ended up paying. 40 bucks for some that look the same as…
augggh.. what a weekend.. let me sit down and tell you all about it.
My kids have no chill.. i mean what so ever!..
Saturday mornings usually start at 6:30 and my oldest son is up looking for food.. i’m not talking about apples and peanut butter.. I mean Grits eggs and all the fixing.. So i try to satisfy the little animal in him with apples slices until at least 7:30/8.
So finally I go downstairs and fix my family breakfast. They already know that I love breakfast food, so they will be plenty.. here is a snap shot of what they usually get Saturdays and Sunday mornings.
It has recently come to my attention that a number of the most annoying things my kids do are exactly the same things I did to drive my mom crazy as a child. It would be reasonable to assume that such self-reflection would make me more patient and forgiving, but sadly this is not the case. It does prompt me to beg for my mother’s forgiveness, however. Better late than never.
I’m so sorry that I:
wandered off with the good kitchen shears/scotch tape/screwdriver/all the pens that work and then lost track of them.
dropped my backpack, coat, lunch box, boots, bags, and everything I owned in the doorway, leaving it for everyone to trip over.
used up all of the toilet paper and then proceeded to use up all of the Kleenex instead of hunting for a new roll.