Love Can Be Confusing. This Is Not Love. Hitting Is Not Love. Hitting Me Is Not OK.

I wanted to talk about forgiveness. But the more that I got into the  actual writing of this it changed. My thoughts roll around in my head and it turns into something else. I guess that is the way my brain works.

 Little one. You are a brave child. Never ever forget that. Even if they don't believe you.

 You can grow to be a bright star that will shine.

So this article becomes about child abuse. There is an old quote for the bible..."spare the rod and spoil the child." I understand this. I am here to talk about physical and mental abuse. Pulling down a little kids pants to hit them with a belt is not OK. Not OK. To expose the skin of a little butt to hit them with a belt is not OK. To break their spirits to gain dominance is not OK. This pain will stay with these children and they will carry on the cycle again and again. Broken adults will create broken children. Broken little girls will become so needy and confused they will think that it is OK to be hit and abused. Broken little boys will become men without a way to cope with life. Helping someone that has been abused is really hard to do. But if I could hug each one I would. Tell them that there is a better way. That they are loved and there is a way out. Look up and smile.

 But my daddy told me that he loves me. I am his little princess. This is how I learned what love is. Pain and fear. So is this what I need to find to feel loved. Pain and fear. I am confused.

We deserve more in life than being taken for granted. Unloved. Worthless. Helpless. If you can get out.....get out or find a way to break the cycle.

Please Love Me Till The End.

I have loved you all of my life. From the first time you let me kiss you on your cheek when  you lost a bet.  From the second time I kissed you on the cheek,  because of your sweet smile. I have loved you through the good times as well as the bad. I cling to the comfort of knowing that you will always be there. I am not of afraid of dying. I am afraid of living alone without  you.  So I will enjoy what time we have left. A walk on the beach, listening to the waves, watching children play as we did with our own. The innocence that we first felt, a simple touch,  the smile that told me everything will be alright. I will love you till the end. 

Can We Still Enjoy Sex Into & Beyond Our Golden Years?

The children have left the nest. Retirement is here. Do you still fell a tingle when he touches you? I think this can be the best time of your life if you want. Just think, no kids to disturb you. You can walk around naked if you want. Even if it is in your granny panties. I love this article that I found on http://www.elephantjournal.com. It gives some insight into our changing world. We can be active sexual beings no matter how old we are. 

  

http://www.elephantjournal.com/2014/09/sex-aging-unless-youre-a-vampire-this-is-for-you-adult/

Please Don't Make Me Grow Up?

Please don't make me grow up. 

If I want to eat an ice cream cone let me. 

Let me jump rope....just because I can still do it. 

                                            

If I want to pose nude, you can't stop me.

I can still fly high or maybe get high once in awhile with my girls.

I can still blow with the best of them. 

I may not be able to wear a bikini anymore but I am still a babe. 

The Wrinkles Of My Life

Even though this is in a language that I do not understand you can still tell what is going on. Children have left behind their parents. They think for whatever reason, they are not responsible for them,  to feed and clothe them,  to help them when they are sick. Who knows, maybe they were not "perfect" parents.   But many children don't realize that our parents are still our parents no matter what. At some point in our lives we need to reconcile our youth with our adulthood. This hits us like a ton of bricks when we have our own children. We start to see our parents in are own actions. Especially women. We can say that we hate our parents because of their wrong doings.  But we still want a untied loving family. In a perfect world that might happen.  But in reality if you can't come to terms with your childhood you will be caught in the vicious cycle and probably repeat the past. If you have the courage and the belief that you have learned from your past experiences you can change the future of your children's and your own life.  Remember, your parents grew up in a different time and place. Culture plays a big part in it too. Especially in the Middle East where customs can be much harder. If you can't make peace then you must stay away. That may sound cruel, but if you can not forgive, at least make sure they are safe "somewhere". Or if you choose to maintain a relationship keep it to your level of comfort. Even if there has to be boundaries. Use these boundaries for your peace of mind, not to hurt them but for your well being. 

I Am Still Important. Please Let Me Be.

These are photos that need no stories behind them. Enjoy them.

Yes, I am getting old. My teeth are falling out, my eyesight isn't so good.  I have seen many things in my lifetime. I have seen wars, poverty, little children dying from lack of medicine and food. I have seen children die from AIDS. I have smelled the burning of my village. I have heard the words that I am no good because of my beliefs. I have cried many tears. I have many wrinkles. But these wrinkles mean something, not just that I am getting old but that I have smiled a thousand smiles. My hair is gray, but I still have enough that I can brush every morning, if I feel like it. I believe that you have the right to chose who you love. I believe that "old souls"  have the best advice. I believe my dog loves me, the way I love my children, unconditionally.  

         Yes,  I may be old. I may live in a place you never heard of. I may believe in a different God. But we all need one another. We need respect, love, a place to be free. To be free to live out the rest of our lives knowing that we can still make a difference in your life.