Dawning Thoughts

I have a son that has been bullied. In my own weakness I have a hard time being patient with these people. They are a group of people that were suppose to be youth leaders. They aloud other youth to bully and have been bullies themselves. I've watched these people treat youth that weren't part of 'Their group of people' like they had no worth and were not important what so ever. It is appalling! They actually don't think they are doing anything wrong. Being the mother of the youth that they are treated this way is so frustrating. I have tried going to an authority and got lectured for it. I guess I'm confused because as a parent I thought I was suppose to do something about this but no one will listen because I'm not part of 'Their Crowd'. It is so sad that nothing has been done. These people have been leaders of youth for years and all the youth they have supposedly taught have left the organization. So why do the people that allow these people to

When I write it is usually personal and about things that have been thought provoking or something I have experienced that impacted me in some way. My own imperfections have always been something that has caused me to be frustrated. Learning to overcome something is one thing but I have noticed that many people don't always let you progress past something. Have you had someone stand in your way, or tell you your not good enough, to tell you no matter how hard you tried that you would never be anything. I have. And I don't nor have I ever believed any of those things that were said and done to me. People can be very mean, they don't see you as the savior does. I made specific decisions that I thought were best for the growth and education of my children. I have made some huge mistakes in my life but when I became a mom my focus changed. I tired to find the things I wanted in my life but protecting and doing what was best for my kids was where I found my most joy. Patien

A sea of yellow. I love dandelions! Growing up these were the only flower I new I could pick out of our yard. I used to pick tons of these for my mom, I am proud to say that I got lots of these flowers from my own kids as well. My daughter Clara loved to pick flowers for May day, make baskets, and deliver them to all of our neighbors and also to the city workers across the street. Bringing smiles to all their faces. I am glad my mom passed this tradition to me and I continued it with Clara. I remember my Grandmother picking the dandelion greens for salads. Did you know that you can even candy the flower itself and make dandelion jelly? I would like to try the jelly this year. A sea of yellow. Some people hate these in their yard, but not me. I like seeing a child's face as they bring you a proudly picked bouquet. I have very fond memories of all my kids enjoying the dandelions.

My life has definitely had it's share of ups and downs. I have tried to remain strong and positive through some very tuff times in my life. In the depths of trial, depending on what it was, I have felt the deepest sadness and heartache. I experienced death in my family starting with a brother when I was yet a babe....Lost my father 18 days after my 16th birthday, lost another brother while I was in high school. I was home alone when my father died. My mom left me home alone to go to my brothers funeral....I remember feeling so alone and forgotten by my whole family. I lost a couple of very close friends in high school and fell apart. I still think of them often.When my mom died I was an adult but my children were spending the summer with their dad, I had just found out that my current husband was cheating on me and my mom had been my best friend. I had no family support...My heart hurt so bad. Today as I write this my heart is aching at how mean people can be. I am guilty of t

As a little girl I used to go with my Dad into the mountains to look at rocks, pick huckle berries, and get firewood. I remember my Dad telling me about the Indian Paint brush. I still enjoy every time I see it remembering those childhood memories with my dad. I love that we carry our memories with us, I cherish mine as I no longer have my Dad. He died when I was 16. My favorite rock is quartz because of the time I spent with him. It was always my favorite out rock hunting. As an adult I cherish my moments with my children. I share as much as I can with extended family on Facebook, but I have to admit I also share for selfish reasons. I never want to forget all the wonderful things my kids do and Facebook tends to remind us of things we've shared over the years and I enjoy that. Time is going by so fast. This year my second son graduates from High School, which means my twin boys will be seniors the next year. I am filled with so much emotion as I watch  them grow up. Fear