One of Those Moms

Growing up, I always remember how our mother and father told us that if we ever did something wrong, they would not protect us from getting what we deserve, but that they would turn us in themselves if they knew we did something wrong. I can't agree with this logic more myself. What a disappointment it must be to see your own child completely fail in the things you taught them. Of course this does not only apply to if your son goes postal and offs his girlfriend... but I think it also makes it obvious how I would handle my children doing something blatantly wrong in their personal life.

Now, I am well aware, from my own lack of making right choices from time to time, that there are moments where you are tasked with helping your child figure out just how an adult is supposed to act. Sure, at 20-25 we all like to think we know what we are doing; but we screw up. If you have ever seen a bird trying to learn to fly, I feel like that is what the early twenty's are all about... figuring out how to not suck at life. I took my fair share of crash landings... but by 25 I think I figured most of it out, and came to the understanding that when I don't know, I ask mom or dad.

But when I see a grown ass woman do something that can only be seen as a disgusting lack of consideration and responsibility, well... I can do without that in my life. The funny thing about people that do horribly selfish and hurtful things, they are never brave enough to ask others what they think. They want to get offended when they findout that they aren't supported in their actions, but they never want to know why. I think it's because they don't want to hear the truth. Who can blame them? Would you want to hear that you failed as a wife? That you are a horrible mother? That you don't deserve your children? That your own flesh and blood has turned its back on you because you finally went to far? No.

But not hearing it sure doesn't change the fact that it is the truth. I know, I know... shame on me for being judgemental... but I can't help it in some situations. You would have to pry my children from my cold dead hands if you wanted me to leave them, and I'm the last bitch who is ever going to walk away from a marriage, I don't care how many slips and bumps are hit along the way... that's the only road I'm willing to travel. Steven and I would figure things out or end up dead trying.

It's just a shame when you see so many innocent people pulled under by the weight of one persons ugliness. So to tie this up in a pretty little bow that goes with how I started this entry... If I was her mother, I would slap her myself. tell her to close her legs, quit lying about a man who has given her everything, shut the funk up, and be a damn mother.