A Mother's love

Mothers have been known to say they would step in front of a bullet to save the life of their children. Numerous animals act in very similar ways. This can be more than a mother's choice but something known as maternal aggression, the biological basis of the behavior is not well understood. New research findings have shown that levels of a specific peptide in the brain could answer the question of what makes a mother willing to lay down her life for her offspring. They protect their young so they can grow and adapt to their surroundings. Also, to help them eat and to hunt. Humans do that too just with a little bit different goal in mind. Instead of hunting for food we want them to survive the rat race, the stresses of the mordern world.

Mother bears will fight to the death to protect their young, they can usually chase off much bigger males with ease, but if death is what it takes they are willing to make that sacrifice to save thier cubs. Mother lionesses are very protective of their cubs. Nearly nothing could overpower a lioness that is intent on protecting her young. Human mothers can be just as dangerous when they feel that thier daughters or sons need protecting. Many years ago a mother lured away a man that had sexual intentions for her daughter by offering herself as bait. The young lady was saved from what could have been a very emotionally scaring situation. In 2009 a mother beat up a sex offender that was targeting her daughter. The mother went to jail for it but says that she would do it again if it meant saving her daughter from harm. Other mothers will ask questions of friends to find out if they have the wrong intentions before they let thier daughter or son spend too much time with them. Sometimes a mother has to "interfere" to save thier child from making bad choices, there are times when an intervention is required. I have known families to be pulled apart because of immature actions, just as a cub might wander off while "moma" is off hunting and find themself face to face with a pack of wild animals. A mother's wrath can be harsh but is sometimes needed and always worth it in the end.

Call it affection. Call it genetic programming. Whatever you call it, the bond between mother and offspring is singular and unyielding. It doesn't matter how those outside that bond feel or react, a mother's love is stronger and more powerful than any other love......ANY other love.

The Wrong Kind

Why do good girls want the wrong kind of boy? I just don't understand it. I've lived it myself and I still don't understand it. It's like a magnet drawing you in, a force you can't stop.
Ladies love Outlaws..
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Ladies love outlaws like babies love stray dogs
Ladies touch babies like a banker touches gold
And outlaws touch the ladies
Somewhere deep down in their soul...
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this was a popular song for the first time when I was just a small kid, although many have recorded it since then. Why does the guy that breaks the rules, makes the most noise, start the most fights, rebels authority, demands his way and mistreats his lover get all the girls? This just doesn't seem right to me. Although I will admit that I once was attracted to that kind of guy too, heck I still wouldn't mind to sail the seas with Captain Jack Sparrow (Johnny Depp's character creation).
I've known too many young ladies that believe within thier soul that THEY will be THE ONE that tames the outlaw. The just KNOW that he will change his ways to be with her, she will be the one he has been searching the world over for and alas he will be satisfied and will cling to her and only her forever.
Unfortunately this never happens except for in fairy tales. It seems the worse he treats her the more she wants him. He pushes her aside time and time again but she just keeps coming back for more of the same treatment. WHY? The poor thing only ends up being used and tossed aside like a water bottle, used today and either left in a landfill for ever or recycled into something else usable. She is left eithr dead because that is the only way he can rid himself of her or so humiliated she wishes she were dead. Most of the time she feels unworthy and hopeless because he doesn't love her anymore. She blames herself for not being what he wanted, she gave up her dignity, her pride, her future, everything she had going for her to please him but it was never enough.
If she could only realize that she could never become what he wanted because he just wanted...someone else....someone new...someone he had not destroyed yet. Just like a child that wants the toy another kid has. More, more, more..it never stops for this kind of person. Girls are like that too sometimes, usually after they have been mistreated by a user and abuser, they become one too. Consuming everything and everyone they can, searching and searching, looking for the person they were before he came along. Before he gave her that look, that stare that made her burn inside. That uncomfortable feeling that made her long to be held in his arms, kissed madly and loved like an animal. That's what is has made her.....an animal, an animal that prowls for her dignity, her happiness, her sanity.<

Heartless?

Okay I will admit to many things but being heartless is not one of them. Why do some people think of me that way? I realize that I am not a highly emotional person, easily offended person, touchy-feely kind of person and I don't consider myself a romantic person either but heartless I am not. I would go to the extent of saying that I am a passionate person, even a dramatic person I just don't understand why people think I'm heartless.
I don't like Taylor Swift songs, I don't get into romance novels, I can't understand what girls like about getting cards and flowers but there is a heart that beats in my chest. Tough life experiences may have hardened it a little but none the less I do have one.
I once felt the tingle in my spine when I saw him, I faught the urge to throw my arms in the air and shout when asked me out. In fact I couldn't stop smiling for hours on end just thinking about the fun times we had together. But once I found out that he had lied to me, went behind my back to do forbidden things and said things that hurt me or embarassed me; it was over. It took a long time for me to move on, but I did. I found someone else and they manipulated me and once they were ready to move on to someone new, they just dumped me and expected me to hit the ground running on with my life. My hurt feelings meant nothing to him. This pattern continued until I wised up and started learning that my heart didn't belong on my sleeve, it belonged in the intermost part of me where it would be protected from harm.
That is why guys don't get hurt so easily, they don't put themselves out there and take themselves so seriously in a relationship. So I started thinking more like a guy, that's all. I never had my heart removed as some people think, I just changed the way I precieve people and situations. I am more realistic and practical. the only time I think in fantasy and dreams is when I am on vacation at Disney World, then I let myself go.

Bossy Parents

Who needs bossy parents anyway? Why do parents have to be bossy? For example, I'm just getting home from school all I want to do is grab a soda and head out the door to ride my bike over to our secret hangout and be with my friends. Then I remember the bag of Funions in the cabinet so as I was reaching for them my mom came in the kitchen and said, "What are you doing young lady?" I sighed loudly because I knew what was coming, the same thing that happens every time I want to take snacks to the hangout. I mumbled, "Nothin' Mom" closed the cabinet door and pushed past her as I headed to the front door. Then she yells, "And where are you going? Don't you have some kind of studying to do?" I call over my shoulder as I open the door, "Not really, bye" and shut the door behind me. I hurry to my bike and take off down the street. When I get to the hangout all my friends are there munching on Doritos that Kim had brought from her kitchen. They always have the best stuff, I love going to their house because they can do anything they want. I always have to do the dishes and clean my room, do my homework, help with supper, blah, blah blah. Why do I have to do that stuff when it ain't even my house, you know how parents are ALWAYS reminding ya' that it's THEIR roof you live under, so why do I have to take care of it? Why can't they just let me have fun? Why do I have to do anything that I don't want to do. Teachers boss me around all day long and then I come home and my parents boss me around until I go to sleep, they even tell me when I gotta' do that. I will be glad when I am my own boss, I'm moving outta' this place and doing exactly what I want, when I want and that's how it's gonna' be.

Ever feel that way? I sure do, even now that I am a mother of three kids. I want to move out and do what I WANT TO DO for once. I am adult why can't I?
Keep getting older, you'll see.

Love struck

When you fall in love in High School the world stops existing. The only thing that matters is you and your love. Your entire being revolves around that love and the person you are in love with. Your thoughts are always on what your love is thinking about, are they thinking about you and wondering what you are thinking. It's like when you have to depart in the hallway to go to class you look back one more time to see if they are looking back at you to see if you are looking back to see if they are looking back too. It's all hearts and sunshine, x's and o's, I love you forever's and I'll do anything for your love kinda stuff. Your love is so precious and sweet and everlasting, there is no doubt in your mind that this is the one you are going to marry, the one who's kids you will parent..that you know for sure. How could your parents or any other adult not understand how serious your love is. You will never ever stop loving your love and will never, ever, ever end up like your parents. You will be 90 years old and still get the thrill of holding hands in the park or kissing under the stars.
This is the thoughts of a young woman in love. Almost every young woman that has ever been in love feels this way and nearly half of the sensitive young men. The rest of them are just thinking about sex, what they have to do to get it and who is willing to give it to them.
Unfortunatly the young ladies will give the young men what they want in hopes of feeling the love they want. They practive writing thier first and middle name with his last name, first they print it then they write it in cursive. They create baby names for thier children. They want to be important to him, as important as he is to her.
Why do girls get so love struck?

It's not about the Calendar

Have you ever wondered about the purpose or date of the Holidays that we celebrate? It is obvious why we celebrate New Year's, Independence's Day, Patriot's Day, Martin Luther King Jr. Day, St. Patrick's Day and St. Valentine's Day but what about those Holidays that are not always on the same date every year like Easter or Mother's Day? Here is one that is at the same day of the year but many people still have issues with it's origin, Christmas. Why do we celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ on this day as apposed to any other day of the Calendar? Many people think that it is because that was the day He was born, that is not the case. I don't believe that anyone living on Earth today knows when he was born. It could be possible that someone who has done exteremily exstensive research throughout thier life could narrow it down to an approximate month, but I don't believe anyone could determine the exact date of His birth. Although an Austrailian astronomer believes that he has by using computer software he can determine what the sky over the Holy Land looked like a couple thousand years ago. He believes that Jesus was born on June 17,2BC based on the alignment of planets and the birth of a new star that would have shone like a beacon of light described in the Nativity story of the New Testemant.
Some of the things that we know is that He was born in the time that Harod ruled and we know that Herod died in Jericho around 4 B.C. It is believed that in that era only sinners celebrated thier bithdays, not the saints. I don't know if this is true or not but if it were then no one would have made a big deal about remembering the date that they were born. Many scholars have researched over the years to predict the actual date of His birth, some say May 20th, some say April 19th or 20th, Some say March 28. As you may notice these dates are in the opposite time of year that we currently celebrate the birth of Jesus.
In Egypt they celebrated the the visit of the Magi and the birth of Eternity on January 6th. December 25th was later adopted as the designated time to celebrate as there were many gods born on that day such as Attis and Mithras as well as the celebration of Saturnalia in mid December. This date was observed first in the Western World in 354 AD and then in 427 AD in Egypt. The first Cristes Maesse, or the Mass of Christ, was observed in 1038.
Why does this confusion have to stop people from celebrating the Birth of Christ Jesus? So what if we celebrate His birhday on the wrong day, isn't the fact that we pause and celebrate His birth valuable in itself? So many things have been tied to Christmas that it is easy to loose the important things like the fact that God sent his only son to suffer the price of our wrong doing so that we wouldn't have to. The fact that Jesus was and is the King of all Kings, the Most High Ruler of the Universe but was sent to be born in human flesh and walk among those that would crucify Him. Where would most rulers be born? A royal birth would no doubt be held in a royal palace or some place of dignity with attendance and medical personal to assist with the needs of the mother and child. Not this King, he was not welcomed in any home or inn instead he was cast away into a stable what we would now call a barn. He was not nestled in a royal cradle with silk blankets or Egyptian cotton linen but placed in a eating trough cushioned by straw and rags. Wouldn't you expect the first visitors of the Ruler of the Universe to be Kings and rulers of the land? The first to lay eyes upon our Lord were lowly shepards of the fields. These are the things we should be gathering in honor of not gifts and material possesions or feasting and drinking to make ourselves merry. God sent Jesus to bring Peace to all mankind. We were given God in the flesh to learn from and to model our lives to match His, yet we can't even bring ourselves to set aside a time to remember and reflct upon this occasion. We had rather think of ourselves and the gifts we believe we have earned from being "good all year" or the celebrations we deserve from "working hard all year".
It's not about the date or the calendar, it's about the event of His birth or as some say the ADVENT.