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The Gift Of Mothering.

11 Monday May 2020

Posted by Yu/stan/kema in Article., photo, Psychology, spirituality

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Appreciating those who are mothering., Article by Yu/stan/kema, Gifts from God., guidance, kindness, Mothers, nurturance, Pinterest photo-Vladimir Volegov., Protection.

Found on 2-11-17 on Pinterest. Vladimir Volegov. Don’t be afraid..volegov.com.

Mother’s Day is a special day in which we seek to thank those people in our lives who have nurtured us, accepted us, and protected us in ways others have not. They  hold us close when our hearts are breaking. They give us faith in ourselves and tell us that we are capable of amazing things. They are people who guide us through the difficulties of life and hold us up when our legs can no longer carry us. They are the ones who tell us things we don’t want to face and they encourage us to grow. They accept us with our weaknesses, our mistakes, and sometimes our unfairness towards them for they know we are capable of learning, growing and being a blessing in this world.                                                                   

Sometimes, it is the Mother who gave birth to us, or a grandmother who  steps  in to help. Often, it is a teacher, a pastor, a mentor, a neighbor, or an older friend. It may be other people who enter our lives and give us nurturing, guidance, and acceptance for a time. We find it is important to honor the women in our lives and appreciate what they do for us. God sends these special women into our lives as a gift, a rare gift of love.

Yu/stan/kema

Memories Are A Gift From God.

01 Saturday Jun 2019

Posted by Yu/stan/kema in photo, Poetry, Psychology

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Gift from God., Little Boys, love, memories, Mothers, pinterest photo from flickr-Simple Gifts Photography., Poetry written from Yu/stan/kema.

 

When my son was young,

And he crawled into bed,

He always took time

For prayers to be said.

He’d rub his sweet eyes

And point to a book,

While he begged me to take

Just a quick look.

Found on Pinterest on 4-24-16. Flickr. Simple Gifts Photography.

 

He’d sit close to me                               

And giggle and sigh                      

When I’d act out the part

Of mean Captain Bligh.

He nestled his head

Right under my chin

As we traveled the world

“Of what might have been.”

 

He’d fall asleep

And I’d turn out the light,

And watch him smile

Through a peaceful night.

I’d give all that I have

Just to relive those days,

When he’d cause me to laugh

At his little boy’s ways.

YU/stan/kema.

 

 

The Meaning Of Faith.

25 Monday Sep 2017

Posted by Yu/stan/kema in Photos, Poetry, Psychology, spirituality, Uncategorized

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Believing God will provide., God, Learning about faith., love for children, Mothers, pinterest photo- Photography blogger., Pinterest photo-j.chants on flickr., poetry by Yu/stan/kema, prayer, spiders

In the early morning hours,

A spider woke from sleep.

Her children were snoring.

She could not make a peep.

 

She knew they’d be hungry,                              

Found on Pinterest on 9-24-17. photography blogger.

So she hurried on her way.

She had a task to do,

To spin a big web that day.

 

So she put her needs aside,

And spun a thing of wonder….

She worked until she dropped,

and heard a peal of thunder.

 

She knew she could not tarry,

So she said a little prayer

And hoped that God would send

A swarm of flies through the air.

 

She was certain He would help 

Catch a bunch of flies. 

So she went back home,

To look her children in the eyes.

 

“Come, my little ones,

Wake and follow me,

For God has sent a feast,

For all of us to see.”

 

“Eat until you’re full,                                        

Found on Pinterest on 9-24-17. Photo by j chants on flickr.com.

Before the sun sets tonight.

Then, thank God for this food,

And experience His delight.”

 

So the children followed her,

And saw that it was true.

There really was a God,

Who would be there for you.

Yu/stan/kema

 

 

 

 

Forgiving Is Hard To Do.

01 Thursday Sep 2016

Posted by Yu/stan/kema in Poetry, Psychology, quote, spirituality, Uncategorized

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abandonment., Abused children., alcoholism, Forgiveness, God understanding the soul's struggle., Kindness of others., Mothers, Neglect, poetry by Yu/stan/kema

FORGIVING MOMMA.

Do you hear me, Momma? Where are you now?

Did you end up with angels, or in the hottest hell?

Do you ever feel badly about the things you did?

Did you ever want your children? Please do tell.

Showing sweet feelings were things you always hid.            

Was it because  nobody could ever  teach you how?

 

Do  you remember, Momma,  being drunk in bed all day,

Leaving your five children to find a way to school,

Letting them go hungry as they tried in vain to learn,

And wearing dirty clothing, trying hard to be cool,

While trying to hide the bruises and cigarette burns?

Did you ever want your children to live a different way?

 

Did you know the next door neighbor, who had children too,

Took the time to feed us tacos when she fed her son, Jose,

And at the super market, we were given  several snacks,

While the teachers at school wanted us to be OK,

So they gave us hot lunches, before going out to play.

Did you tell them “Thank You,” for making up for you?

 

I’m working on forgiving the abuse, and the shame,

All the things I didn’t get when you were always  gone,

And no one could find you or contact you,  mother

When you left your children starving in the early dawn.

We wanted you to be, someone different, another,

Who would be there for us when we called out your name.

Yu/stan/kema.

 

“Forgiveness is a process that occurs over time. It is sometimes difficult and it  can be soul-wrenching when the wounds are deep. It is unique to the person.

Along the way, many degrees of forgiveness can be achieved. It is up to the one that has been hurt whether forgiveness is possible; whether peace can be found; whether the hurt can be let go, or the control of the event over the rest of one’s life can occur; or is it possible to reach an understanding of the one who has hurt another and wish the transgressor good will as a result of the soul’s struggle in the end? I am sure that God will see the struggle of the one who had been hurt, and accept which ever degree of forgiveness can be achieved if he has done the best he could under the circumstances.”                                                                       Yu/stan/kema  

 

 

 

 

A Song For Mother.

25 Monday Apr 2016

Posted by Yu/stan/kema in photo, Poetry, Psychology, spirituality, Uncategorized

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(Shelbi) Lynn A., Boy plays for his dying mother., children, Mother dying., Mother's acts of Love., Mothers, Music, Pinterest photo- The violinist., poetry by Yu/stan/kema, The boy plays a violin., The gift of music.

Found on Pinterest on 4-24-16. The Violinist. (Shelbi) Lynn A.

Found on Pinterest on 4-24-16. The Violinist. (Shelbi) Lynn A.

 

” Dedicated to a teacher,

   who loves music.”

    Yu/stan/kema

 

A SONG FOR MOTHER.

The boy entered 

His Mother’s bedroom,

To watch her fall asleep.

It was for the very last time.

He softly started to weep.

Her face was a pale-yellow.

Her eyes were filled with pain.

He remembered

Her full of laughter.

She would dance

With him in the rain.

She would talk to him

So sweetly,

In the old, red rocking chair.

She’d hold him close to her,

And leave a kiss in his hair.

She’d sing to him

In the moonlight;

Pointed with him,

At the stars;

She’d label the sounds

Of the night; and

Catch lightning bugs

In a  jar.

 

She taught him

How to love music,

How to play

An old violin.

They both would

Travel towards heaven

On the notes

They held within.

He could see now

She was weakening.

She pointed

At the closet door.

He ran to get

The instrument,

That she was

Looking for.

He cradled the violin,

And felt his fingers fly, 

As he played with all his soul,

Brahm’s Lullaby.

Her face was filled with joy

As her soul started to rise.

She was proud of his music

As she entered paradise.

When he put away the score,

He thought he heard her say:

“When you hold your violin,

I’ll be with you, as you play.”

Yu/stan/kema

 

 

 

Mothers Shape Our Lives Even In Dysfunctional Homes.

29 Wednesday Apr 2015

Posted by Yu/stan/kema in Article., Psychology

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abuse, acceptance, alcoholism, anxiety, child abuse, children, coping skills, depression, Domestic abuse, drug addiction, family, mental illness, Mothers, Neglect

Mothers who raise their children in dysfunctional homes have a difficult time dealing with all the stress that comes with domestic violence, drug abuse, alcoholism, neglect, and mental illness. These factors influence child development in ways we can’t even begin to understand. Families living in poverty and single-households have their difficult times, but many of them do commit to making the best future possible for their children. I have great respect for mothers that create a loving and safe environment for their children despite a lack of money or a spouse to help them take care of them. These are strong mothers , courageous women who do so much with very few resources.

When alcoholism or drug addiction is involved, the  home can become an unsafe and dangerous place for a child. Mothers who take drugs and drink alcohol in access, often fall asleep or have personality changes that can be frightening to a child. Instead of focusing on the child’s needs, she focuses on herself and may be oblivious as to where her children are. When personality changes occur, like a quiet mother becoming loud, obnoxious, or unresponsive,  the child often isolates, finds a safe place to go, and even goes outside away from the smells of vomit, unwashed clothes or an unclean house. Some of them worry about the mother’s health and so becomes the responsible one in the family, the caretaker of the adult.

The greatest fear is that mother may die or go away forever and leave the child alone to fend for himself. Often the child goes without a bath, and has to dress himself in unclean, torn clothes, and then goes to school without breakfast. If he comes home for lunch, mother is passed out or walking the streets looking for drugs or alcohol.. Money becomes tight because it will go to the addiction. The child will fix himself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and head back to school. He mostly takes care of himself. Nice hugs or kisses are rare. No one takes the time to care for him. Since his environment is so unpredictable, it is hard to trust or rely on anyone but himself. He does not feel cherished. He feels like he is invisible, that his needs don’t matter. He is taught not to need, not to feel, not to cause trouble, There is little eye contact between the mother and child, very little affection, or affirmations of him as a human being. He is often forgotten. There is little communication between them. If any mirroring happens, it is negative messages being fed back to the child. Sometimes terms are used such as selfish, stupid, needy, trouble. The child ends up feeling he can never be enough or do enough. He will probably be anxious, have poor self-esteem,  and want to please others. Or he may choose to externalize his rage at being invisible, not cared for, and lash out at others and become negative or belligerent.

If there is domestic violence and mental illness in the family system or physical and sexual abuse of the children, they will have trouble trusting adults, have poor self-esteem, have symptoms of anxiety from trauma, or depression. There is very little affection in these families, or affirmations about the children. The children are often taught they are bad and many negative messages have been imprinted on their minds and souls. They have been through  a battlefield and the enemy lived inside what should have been their safe place.They will have problems in their relationships because of “wounded attachment” to their mothers.

Have respect and compassion for these children for they have been through a war and survived. Many used the only coping skills they had to make it through to adult hood. They are a courageous bunch of children, resilient for the most part, and having compassion and empathy for others. Do not pity them for they do not want your pity, but they will need mentoring, good friends, good therapy, someone willing to stand by them and believe in their capacity to love, to grow, to relate, communicate and contribute something worth while to the community they live in. Give them patience for they are in need of acceptance, caring, attention, and time. If they survived that, think what they could do if given a chance to grow and heal? Mother’s day will be hard for them. They didn’t get the chance to have all the things that a  caring mother could provide.. The greatest gift you could give them is to stand by patiently and allow them time to heal with psychotherapy.

Yu/stan/kema

Mothers Shape Our Lives More Than We Realize.

28 Tuesday Apr 2015

Posted by Yu/stan/kema in photo, Psychology

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fodrambler photo, Mothers, mothers through the years, shaping lives., wordpress

close-up of bluebells by fodrambler. Found on  A Tramp In The Woods. A Blue Day on Word Press. on 12-14-14.

close-up of bluebells by fodrambler. Found on A Tramp In The Woods. A Blue Day on Word Press. on 12-14-14.

Mothers shape our lives more than we realize. They are the givers of all that is good. When we come from good homes, our mothers are bigger than life images in our minds. It is her step we distinguish from all the others, for we know when she comes, there will be food,  a warm bath that makes us feel good, a clean diaper against our skin. We know she will bring warmth, laughter, and Love. We see this when she enters the room and quickly comes to tenderly undress us. Her fingers softly caress the back of our hands. She picks up each little foot and wiggles our toes. When we coo and make happy sounds, she laughs and her face lights up with an inner light. We track her with our eyes. She smells clean and sweet. She is our world and we feel she belongs to us. We know we are the most important thing in her life right now by the way she gently cradles our head, brushes back our fine hair, and gently touches our tiny ears. She rocks us singing lullabies and her voice produces peace in our hearts and a feeling of safety in our tiny world. We feel her protection and her love permeate our senses and enter into the pores of our skin. And we sense she is good and dependable, that our needs will be taken care of in such a way that makes us see ourselves as cherished and not a burden.

The communication between our mothers and us becomes a dance and a gently flowing wave on the ocean at night when all is calm. We search her eyes, observe her frown or smile, the tenseness of her body, and the pitch and tone of her voice. We become quickly attuned to her moods and she to ours. A connection is made and the bond grows with every gentle touch, every sung Lullaby, and warm bath that is given. When we make a sound, or complete a developmental task, she mirrors back to us we are loved, we are accepted, we are good. We learn to feel good about our bodies and ourselves. Our mothers mirror to us what is acceptable and not acceptable, what is good and what is bad. Her expressions tell us all we need to know. When we are older, we learn to walk and she becomes our cheering squad, our teacher, and our touchstone. Her love gives us the courage to wander out into  the world. At first we hesitate and we come back to our touchstone to get the reassurance that she is OK with our leaving and is there for us when we return. We learn to separate and we learn that we will not-self destruct.

With time, we learn to model after our mothers. We watch her dress and put on make-up, watch the way she moves and we want to be like her. Our mothers model for us what a woman is, how it feels to be a woman,  and what is acceptable behavior and not acceptable behavior for her gender. We observe and we listen. We get married, have children, and our mothers, if we are lucky, are there to help us pass on the legacy of how to be a woman.

Yu/stan/kema

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