What amazes me about the ignorace of so many adoption advocates is how they forget, not every foster parent or adoptive parent is loving, caring and interested in the needs of the child placed in their homes. People manipulate the truth as they see fit. I believe they do this to justify their own means, motives and reasons, whatever they may be. Only God knows what rules a persons heart, and unfortunately, that may very well be seen first through the eyes of an innocent child put in the wrong place because the right price was paid.
Meanwhile, what's done to some can't be undone. It has to be untaught. How? I believe a person has to feel love to believe it exists, and for some, that experience can be terrifying. There are places where the first-love is being experienced in a most unbelievable place, and for some, it's being experienced, of all places, a prison yard.
You know, one does not have to be a "mother" to nurture another human being.
This is a very profound statement. If more people would take it upon themselves to reach out that gentle hand
and touch someone in a nurturing way, there would be less loneliness in this world.
"I can be changed by what happens to me, I refuse to be reduced by it." M.A.
One Step Up From Bottom
Teddy
For the longest time I considered being alone was home. I can remember only a year ago writing "home is where I pay the rent". Something has changed; I now know home is where I am loved and that makes a world of difference, for this piece of driftwood.
When I'm alone, I can be "myself'. Around friends and family I feel the need to put-up a facade of happiness that does not really exist. When I am alone, I am true to myself, therefore at home with my own lonely spiritual self. That's when I wonder, "What were they thinking?"
i've been alone so long, i don't really like being around people. what's really weird though is, i hate feeling lonely, but i can't stand living with anyone, either. i go crazy. i need to be alone. i need to be safe and alone.
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The Cost of Neglect
What amazes me about the ignorace of so many adoption advocates is how they forget, not every foster parent or adoptive parent is loving, caring and interested in the needs of the child placed in their homes. People manipulate the truth as they see fit. I believe they do this to justify their own means, motives and reasons, whatever they may be. Only God knows what rules a persons heart, and unfortunately, that may very well be seen first through the eyes of an innocent child put in the wrong place because the right price was paid.
Meanwhile, what's done to some can't be undone. It has to be untaught. How? I believe a person has to feel love to believe it exists, and for some, that experience can be terrifying. There are places where the first-love is being experienced in a most unbelievable place, and for some, it's being experienced, of all places, a prison yard.
You know, one does not have to be a "mother" to nurture another human being.
You know, one does not have to be a "mother" to nurture another
This is a very profound statement. If more people would take it upon themselves to reach out that gentle hand
and touch someone in a nurturing way, there would be less loneliness in this world.
"I can be changed by what happens to me, I refuse to be reduced by it." M.A.
One Step Up From Bottom
Teddy
Being loved
For the longest time I considered being alone was home. I can remember only a year ago writing "home is where I pay the rent". Something has changed; I now know home is where I am loved and that makes a world of difference, for this piece of driftwood.
Home, alone
When I'm alone, I can be "myself'. Around friends and family I feel the need to put-up a facade of happiness that does not really exist. When I am alone, I am true to myself, therefore at home with my own lonely spiritual self. That's when I wonder, "What were they thinking?"
alone
i've been alone so long, i don't really like being around people. what's really weird though is, i hate feeling lonely, but i can't stand living with anyone, either. i go crazy. i need to be alone. i need to be safe and alone.