My son had a basketball game LAST weekend and he accidentally was kocked in the face by an opposed teammate.
It was an accident..no big..basketball is a very contact sport..etc..etc.. etc..etc..
However, not ONE single teacher, principal, security guard, bus driver or even a student even asked let alone noticed!!!!
I am SURE They are assuming everything is alright because either of the following::
I show up at every PTA Meeting, we both dress well, you are a good student, you are nice kid, I volunteer at your school etc., I have a good reputation etc.etc.
That is horrible I expressed to him! My son is a child like a few others that o heard and read about via bruising very easily ever since he was about 4 I notoced it. However, observe better how about that??!!!!
Nonetheless, the one’s who look like or seem as of they are sooooooooo perfect or toooooooo perfect are sometimes the Jason Bates, Jeffrey Daumer’s and Ted Bundy’s on the down low!!
I feel like ummmm… can someone even NOTICE that he APPEARS to have a mark on his face and under his eye lid PLEASE???
Remember when we did things like this when we were in high school! LOL – HILARIOUS
Remembering when life was sooooooooooooo simplistic
Remembering when I would sit on my friend’s porch until 2 am and my parents knew where I was and it was ok
Remembering when my father would cook out and all the neighborhood kids would come because my dad fed EVERYBODY
Remembering when my mom and dad would have competitions in the kitchen seeing who was the better cook
Remembering when my father used to sneak and give me coffee every Saturday and Sunday morning
Remembering when my father would wake me up to get something to eat and remind me of the ice cream truck coming
Remember when my mother would fall asleep at the table on top of her books from studying via Nursing School
Remembering when I would comb my Big Mom‘s ( grandmother ) hair and braid it
Remembering when I stole my brother’s bike when we were kids and I crashed into a pole because I didnt know the brakes were broke
Remembering when we prayed all the time and I did not understand the real significance of what it would do for my life
Remembering when I found out that my parents were really Santa Clause and Mrs Clause ( I cried for 3 months )
Remembering when I used to be mean to my oldest sister just because my middle brother told me to ( that was so mean )
Remembering when I used to like a boy for like 6 years and he wouldnt talk to me ( he was scared of my dad)
Remembering how close my family used to be from childhood til my father passed ( uggghhh! )
Remembering how I felt God at church and I wanted to get closer to Him
Remembering how God was reverenced in the house of God ( church is not like that today – unfortunately )
Remembering baby dolls looking like they were sad because I was coloring their face with markers and crayons ( LOL )
Remembering punisshments because I did things just to see if I would get in trouble since I was my Dad’s favorite ( made me stop )
Remembering how I never really wanted to grow up and age past 25 because going beyond those years meant real responsibility
Remembering how stingy my oldest brother always was, been and stayed throughout his life but wanted and needed so much love himself
Remembering how my father was a stickler on all of us as kids would master mathematics and be interested in all subjects in school
Remembering how my father taught me about politics and the stock market as early as middle school
Remembering how my mother made everything alright
Remembering how my baby sister was always so kind, loving and exceptionally smart
Remembering how my middle brother always seemed to desire attention or popularity
Remembering how I wish that I was the only girl in my family or had a bigger family at least
Remembering how my mom and dad would argue but I never knew how deep their arguments or problems may have been ( Im grateful )
I am just remembering my childhood til my days of my late 20’s because things were so much more peaceful – loving – I could see clear but even when things were a little weird….things ALWAYS got worked out! LOL Things are well now – I am more wiser and I am so grateful for the things that The Lord has allowed me to experience… even the things that I felt that were bad, actually were good and usually when we are in situations we cannot see but thank goodness for the Holy Spirit leading and guiding the way. I look forward to my progressive future but there were some GREAT THINGS that transpired in my past! Family is such a HUGE piece of it – starting with my daddy!
I really wish that I did not QUIT playing the guitar when I was in middle school because music has the ability to bring life to a lot of dead situations. From elementary school, to middle school to high school, I have played a few instruments but did not stick with none of them and it still bothers me to this day!
That is why I stay on my son via his dedication and hard work with sticking with things that interest him. He has played the drums, the tenor saxophone and the piano and has enjoyed them all. Having the ability to USE YOUR FINGERS to make a sound that can make a person feel better, nod their heads, think about love, pray, sing etc is an amazing thing!!!
JESUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I just fell in love with “words”………..
Simply Amazing!!!!!…… Wow – I should have NEVER stopped writing poetry in middle school then again in high school then AGAIN in the beginning of college.
Love is funny – Love is beautiful – Love just is….