How These Parents Handled Their Daughter’s First “blooming experience”

When Brooke “officially” entered puberty and she started her blooming cycle, her family decided that this was something that called for celebration….Click on the picture for the full story.

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I found this post somewhere and I thought, while drinking and acting irresponsibly this time of the year is not uncommon, how do you handle self-discipline? Now that you are are no longer a child who has to be taught everything, are you going beyond healthy limits? Are you pushing the boundaries against your better judgement, or do you still need your parents to watch you?

Read this story and be truthful. Would you rather have a parent be afraid of the consequences of what might happen to you – or a parent who allows you everything even if it means that the worst of things might happen to you?  YOU DECIDE.

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Cathy’s buddies scattered like stabbed rats when we came up to them, except for one faithful young blonde who appeared sincerely concerned for her friend. We picked up Cathy and took her to a lit area to asses her. She was puking properly and started weeping her sorrows. Her friend admitted Cathy had downed the better part of a bottle of Russian Bear. We established she was FOURTEEN years old and managed to find a phone number and get a parent to come get her.

Mommy arrived. And now I start quoting:

“Oh, ja. I gave her the Vodka. Sometimes she does drink too much but…..”

That was about the time I started having images involving fish hooks, pliers and a blowtorch.

This is your modern parent, dear readers. Cathy was ONE example of dozens every weekend in this suburb and others around the country. A hell of a lot of modern “parenting” involves dropping the “Cathy’s” of the world off somewhere and forgetting about them for a while.

Tell me, who would mommy have blamed if Cathy had ended up unconscious in some dirty corner with her jeans around her knees?

Who would mommy have blamed if Cathy was listed as missing and found a day later in a government hospital with God knows what disease swimming through her veins?

Who would mommy have blamed if we found Cathy a few minutes too late and she had drowned silently on her own vomit?

People better start waking up. This is not a joke. But my intuition is that I will receive a lot of “not my child” and “I know exactly where my daughter goes” but I don’t know if all the “Cathy’s” mommies will let the message sink in.

I feel sorry for Cathy. In her 14 years she has not had the time to gain enough life experience. Her only reference for morals and ethics is letting her down. I wonder how many nights like that one she has already seen. And how many more until something really goes wrong.

There are PLENTY of Cathy’s out there. I’ve seen them for decades. I still see them today staggering around shopping malls with jeans shorts pulled so high a gynaecological exam is possible at 10 meters. And I see them giggling uncontrollably, reeking of liquor, on the passenger seat next to some 18 year old boy who just learned to drive.

Stop blaming the world, the government, the police and society as a whole. Look at yourself and see what example YOU set for YOUR child. And then you might also know how your child is going to turn out too.

This was posted by a bouncer and I feel every parent today needs to read this.

 

MOTHERS

 

I HAD TO BE BORN TO THIS LADY, I WAS THAT DETERMINED, IT SEEMS.

My Mum already had 5 children, times were hard and she really did not need another mouth to feed. She decided to go to a clinic to find out about sterilization. Having more children was simply not an option.

On the day she went to initiate the process, a compulsory urine sample revealed that she was pregnant.  The scan showed that I had been hiding in her belly for 3 months already and she did not know. She had absolutely no signs like she had with my siblings and was still in bloom every month!  I am sure her heart must’ve just sunk into her shoes.

I will never know how despondent she must have felt going back to work that afternoon.  If I can guess, I think it was with a heavy heart. At 3 months pregnant, there were no options. It seems I was determined to be born and very determined that she was to be my mother !  I am still sorry that I sneaked myself in like that, but I was right to choose her because she was the best mother I could have asked for.

I probably would still have been born – to someone else, but I’m glad I was born to her. She was brave, my hero in every way and she loved me with all her heart. She was a wise women who hid her feelings well, and in all things, always a lady. She had a quiet wisdom that would find words only if asked for it. It is her insights I apply in my life and in my writing. She was my ROSE, hand-picked in a garden full of the most beautiful roses, yet she was the one I chose.

If my mum had the opportunity to abort me, I do not think she would have taken the option. I say that because I got to know her well. Her faith in God sustained her in the many ordeals she had to face and conquer, each time victoriously. And the wisdom she had was given to few.

The life she gave to me has to count. I had to be here for many reasons, but most of all, my life has to stand for something, to have purpose. If I can somehow make a difference to at least one other person, I hope that person is you, the reader.

There may come a time when you do not want or even like your mum, but be sure to always love her and treat her kindly. When you are older you will realise that you chose her as your mother for a reason. She is teaching you the most important lessons you have to learn, yes, even those you don’t think you need. Always trust her judgement and instead of spending time with your  internet parent, make time for your real mum. Ask her about her childhood and find a common ground to bond with her. She was also a teenager once.

Faithfully your friend,

Thandi