Hell hath no fury like a mother advocating for their child.
Buckle up.
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23 Monday Aug 2010
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23 Monday Aug 2010
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Hell hath no fury like a mother advocating for their child.
Buckle up.
Ok… What did I miss?
Hey Brady- You missed me getting my Mama Bear action on today!
Trying to advocate for my kids is like ruffling feathers, staring in the eye of the storm, bucking the trend, exposing the hypocrisy and swimming upstream sometimes. Other days it feels good. I’m a junkyard dog when it comes to the safety and well being of my kids. I won’t let it go. I will always fight for them. This was my impassioned battle cry- like a serious watch out for those people who want to stand in the way. (Roar!) My Best- Jen
Amen.
And sadly not done often enough, not even once by some mothers.
God Bless the child who has the mother who believes in them and is willing to be there. Every child should be so blessed. Thank you for being there and being the voice for your children.
Hi Scott- What’s funny is that I see my words have a double meaning. This is my battle cry – like buckle up & get ready for a bumpy ride; however, it touches on what I am dealing with in two ways. I am struggling with an issue where parents didn’t listen and help their own child and in turn, it hurt my child. Long story. Everyone is trying to pass the buck and cover their own ass, but no one is thinking about the safety and well being of the children. It appears my role as advocate branches beyond my own children and stems towards helping children who are in the same situation. If I don’t use my voice another child could be hurt and I can’t let that happen.
Someone has to have the courage to stand up and distinguish right from wrong and today that person is me. It won’t help what happened to my child but it may save another child. That is enough. Even though it doesn’t have a single thing to do with buckling up (my figure of speech) it does have to do with parents looking out for their own children and doing what is necessary so it fits both ways. I love when life works out that way!
Best- Jen
oh Jen if you could only meet the LGBT kids that come to our drop in center every week because this is where they are accepted unconditionally for the good folks they are. So many of our youth are disowned, kicked out of the home, abused, etc. merely because of who they are as people. THANK YOU Jen for caring, really caring about your children and, I am willing to bet, all children.
I read an article just this morning that made me think about you. The quest for fair (equitable) treatment of LGBT adults still seems to have so far to go…how much longer must the same road be for kids like yours?
(sigh)
Patience, Mama Bear — methinks you and your kindred spirits are going to need that (and perseverance) in abundance.
One day, my gender place will be a beautiful 100 acre wood…self sustaining…healing…unconditional acceptance…reparenting…where kids can come and release their trauma, engage in meaningful activity…recalibrate…and go on to live a great life. Ahh…my dream!!