Duchess Meghan And The Need For Nostalgia!

Many years ago when I was a teenager much like my own children, I couldn’t wait to leave home. I was tired of the dirt roads, snakes, crickets, giant frogs, and most of all the little house that I called home. After I married my husband, I then started traveling with him and the military. I slowly started to see value in that little land that I used to dread. I grew to miss the greens, peach cobblers, fried chicken, and holidays which always included my mother baking chocolate pies.

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Duchess Meghan’s perhaps had that same feeling of nostalgia that only a visit from home could treat. It’s very difficult to live in a country outside of your own. The norms are different, the scenery is different, the feel is different until you find your own unique fit in with that country’s lifeline. Yes, I meant to say lifeline. The very lifeline of a person coincides with where they are located. At least that’s my opinion, but who am I?

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Duchess Meghan will grow to feel a certain level of comfort with the UK especially after her child arrives. I just hope the UK can let her newly appointed title Mom soak in before they start playing the scolding game. I am a sucker for love, and I feel like it really does triumph over all. However, I’m glad the Duchess has her support system across the pond right now. Sometimes it’s necessary to take a break and find comfort in the arms of those who love you. Nostalgia with action can be a great way to warm the soul.

The Day My Mother Tried To Make Me A Voodoo Accomplice.

Growing up in the South I was blessed with a real interesting type of education. I learned about witchcraft and how my mother THOUGHT she was going to get me to help her use it on my father. One morning he had come in from a late night out with his girlfriend and my mother planned the perfect payback. At least I’m guessing that’s what she thought. So my father called out and asked me to bring him a glass of tea from the kitchen.

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Well, my mother had other ideas. She wanted me to bring the tea to her first so she could pee in it. Apparently, peeing in tea would drive a man crazy. I looked at the tea for a second and then thought about my father and his guns standing against the corner. I politely blurted out, she was crazy as hell and ran to my dad. There was no way I was helping my mom put the hookie doodie on my father.

Can America See Around Racism While Dealing With The Border?

What if we are welcoming nothing less than a Trojan Horse? While the caravans might consist of some families, a large part of these caravans make up males and children that often times come without parents. I call on us to use common sense when we talk about Immigration. Many of the people who are leaving these countries happen to be what we would call kids, so ask yourself, are we welcoming runaways? We are talking about information that’s coming out of those countries that specify that the majority isn’t made of up of families, but people old enough to work and teens are a vast number of people. Perhaps this is the reason you see so many young men when you look at the news in regards to the caravans on many news outlets.

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We are also looking at a staggering amount of people coming from these countries, so much of a number, that these nations are now getting together to see what they can do to maintain infrastructures. Think back to what’s going on in Venezuela today and how Russia is now stationed on their doorstep. Why do we see such a young group of people coming to America?

Easy, during our youth we are sometimes more likely to believe in fairy tales and promises made by rich people. So, if some great person comes up to you and tells you that they know a place that will help you to get rich fast, and that they are willing to help you get there; you would say, sign me up. This isn’t about racism, it’s about protecting our neighbors and looking out for our country, at the same time. We are not saying we do not want people to come here and have a great life, but we are saying there needs to be a reason for the life change, and it shouldn’t be a move due to someone trying to hinder our way of governing.

As for you guys that keep talking about crime and danger, I ask you one simple question? If danger was the main problem, would that caravans make it to America? Many of these people would be killed in route and trust me, that would be covered all over the news outlets because it would show the real need for their journey being a journey of safety. The only violence we hear about sadly are the incidents being committed in the caravans, so try to focus on the real issue at hand. Someone is destabilizing these countries and we need to know why.

At the current rate, Central America and South America cannot continue to see the constant exodus of their citizens without their countries having to take comfort in the arms of a stranger. We must find a better way to help those nations end the mass immigration and maintain our dignity. Most of all, we must protect our neighbors such as Central America and South America from becoming extensions of other countries that look to hinder the way we govern. It might be Central America at the border today, but a year from now, it could be Russia.

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The Dangers Of Keeping A Child In A Volatile Situation

Often times we divorce our spouses if the situation becomes too volatile. However, how many of us move our children away from bullying situations when they become volatile? As a mother of a child who suffered from extreme bullying, I would warn you about keeping that child in the same school. Right after my daughter’s attack we moved her away from the school, but when she started middle school the next school year the girls all filtered into that school. The counselors at the school were a complete joke. They told me that my daughter was no longer getting bothered and that they even called the children into the office to see if anyone was talking to her.

One morning I watched Ariana from the corner of my eye silently cry as we drove her to school. Something just told me to not go home so I waited. After a few minutes I drove around and then I found her hiding in between two buildings with her books pressed up against her chest. She was in a tight spot crying and scared to move. I got her attention and told her to come here. She walked to the car with tears still running down her cheek and talked about being sorry. She said she just couldn’t face anyone it was too much. I nodded and told her to get back into the car and we drove around the school and then I enrolled her out. I enrolled her in a private school a few miles down the street. She was loved at the school and did really well. She was a favorite in her French class and was well liked by many of her teachers, but there was the issue of interacting with children that still needed to be dealt with.

We still lived in Garland, so running into those children was an issue. Every time we thought we were doing better an encounter with one of them would send her crashing once more. Soon her Freshman year of high school was calling. She wanted to go to her home high school which meant she would be around those girls again. I wasn’t for it, but I finally decided if she felt ready, I would let her try once more. She was scared out of her mind her first day of school. She had started second guessing the idea of going to the high school, but she wanted to try it out.

She came home that day with this corky smile on her face. She had discovered she was a magnet for boys. She also said one of the girls that used to bully her, came up and said hi. She talked about being blown away and she didn’t know how to take it at first. In the common weeks she would talk to numerous people and even stand up to bullying against others, she was no longer the target. She was still known as the one who was attacked, but it wasn’t something that the children often talked about. She didn’t get invited anywhere so her nights were pretty much always lonely. She was still having a really hard time making friends, so we all decided that perhaps we just needed a new beginning.

We moved two maybe three hours away from that area. She was finally able to do things like go to games with people, go to eateries, and even to the movies. Ariana was able to have a life because we got her out of that broken environment. You see bullying is very mental and I think keeping the children in the environment hurts them more than we know. We still deal with social interaction issues, but she’s no longer constantly by herself. We have to make sure our children aren’t isolating. In many of the incidents with bullied children turning to violence or committing suicide they often isolate and target certain children. We have to make sure that we are doing all we can to repair the damage that has been done by the bullying. As parents, we can’t take the position that it will make them stronger to make them stay.

In Ariana’s medical record it had chest contusion, aggravated assault, leg injury, but it never had a broken spirit. We were ready for the physical stuff, but it was the mental stuff that nearly shattered my daughter into pieces. Talk about it with your children and truly ask how they are doing. Take notice of behaviors that could be problematic and above all else, tell them you love them.