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forestpixies · 1 month
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no actually you’re either gentle parenting your child or you’re being emotionally and/or physically abusive to them, whether or not you’re aware of that.
because the term gentle parenting already includes discipline and teaching your kid right from wrong. gentle parenting doesn’t mean you can’t tell your kid no. it means you can tell them no when they do something they shouldn’t, but instead of punishing or yelling at them, you’re explaining and giving them reasons why they can’t do that, you are helping them learn and encouraging them to be better. gentle parenting means you’re using reasons built on mutual respect instead of anger. because yes, no matter how young your child is, they deserve respect too.
I’m sorry but most of the times when someone says they’re a strict parent, what it means is that they give their child childhood trauma that’ll last a lifetime, whether or not they’re aware of it. especially parents who brag to other people about how strict they are and how they punished their children.
and I’m sorry but saying you have a short temper is never an excuse to be emotionally and/or physically abusive towards your kid either.
“I yelled at you because I have a short temper” then why am I the one suffering? if you can’t control your anger, then get help. work on it. do better. be better.
also… your child standing up for themself against you, when you’re being abusive to them, isn’t them being disrespectful towards you. it means they are defending themself because you wouldn’t do that for them and so they had to step in and be their own protector.
if you’re a parent and can defend and stand up for yourself when you feel like you need to, but at the same time punish your kid when they stand up for themself against you, then you are the problem.
I was that child and I’m gonna make it as simple as I can for any parent out there — because no kid deserves to go through what I went through — imagine yourself owning a dog. really. you can either
a.) beat that dog whenever they do something wrong and simply take your anger out on them until they’re fully submissive and are terrified of you
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b.) train them with love and gentleness and earn their love and loyalty in return
now imagine both A and B dogs on leashes and imagine them no longer being on leashes one day. which dog do you think will run away as far as they can and never look back, and which one do you think will stay because they love and want to be with their owner?
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thepeacefulgarden · 8 months
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rudytubooty2107 · 2 months
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The Bird
As I looked out into the desert sky, I felt a breeze I had never felt before. It felt almost calming, as if something were to call out to me in the distance with its warm tones that feel all too familiar to my ears. And at last, I see an entity with that same sense of familiarity. There it was, a bird silhouetting through its never-ending seas. It was like I could taste the sweetness of a honeycomb tree each time its wing grazed through the untouchable wind. I knew it was taking over me. And I knew I couldn't fake it, even if I wanted to. I knew this feeling all too well. It felt like home to me. As if the ancient roots were wrapped around my every being.
And yet I still felt as though there was something more to all of this. I couldn't put my finger to it, but I knew I just had to know. Because it was so alluring to me that I felt as though I would never want to leave. But I just had to know what it was that truly was there calling out to me. So, I asked the bird who they truly were, to diverge not just its identity, but its intentions as well. It did not speak, not even a chirp. It flew away, but I knew I could not stand by and watch it leave my eyes. I could feel that warmth I once had slowly become colder. I knew that I needed to follow it so not only would I still remain warm, but perhaps uncover the truth to all of this.
So, I followed without thought, without consideration for the possible consequences that could ensue at any given moment. But it did not matter to me. I knew that this warmth I felt would never lead me astray. I knew that I would only become closer and closer to something even more grand that I had already experienced. And I couldn't have been more right. I could see something in the distance that could have never been in a barren waste land that I was in for so long. It was a field of the greenest grass I could've ever seen. It smelled sour but refreshing at the same time. I felt as though I could run faster, for I could see the bird was even farther. And so, I ran faster.
As I ran, I could see something more. It was a field of roses in every color you could ever have imagined. The beauty of it all was so captivating. It had the sweetest smell to it all. I felt as if I could taste it in my month as I breathed it all in. It opened up my lungs. And in doing so, I could run even faster than I did not even a moment ago. And I found myself running along side that same bird.
Whilst we ran alongside each other I could feel something in the air that had a slight cool breeze within the warmth I had already felt. It was a lake that glistened with the glare of the bright sun. I ran alongside that beautiful lake with my eyes wide open.
As I continued on, I could feel myself slowly lessening my strides. I felt as though I couldn't let something so beautiful slip past me. And as I did so, I could see everything I saw along my way converge together all in one place. So, I did what I felt was right and stopped to take it all in.
In doing so I lost track of the bird. The very thing that I set out on my journey to stay alongside so that I could continue to feel the warmth it gave me. I felt as if I had lost everything without having given anything at all. I could do nothing but fall over myself feeling my eye well up with tears full of sadness. The feeling of lose took hold of me faster than I could ever run from.
But then, suddenly I felt that warmth again, and yet it felt different. I knew it was close by, as if it was right behind me. I turned around with a quickness wondering what could bring me such a warmth again. But I was blinded by the light that shined even brighter before. As I opened my eyes to it all, there it was, what I never thought I would ever see again in my life. It was my family with their arms wide open ready to bring me into their arms once again after so many years. I could do nothing but continue to let my tears fall. They fell down my face as if it could overflow the lake that laid right beside us. Never before had I felt such a joy before in so long.
I thought they would say so many things to me as I had hoped. But they just held me still and silent with the warmth I had longed for. It felt like nothing short of complete bliss. I knew at that exact moment that there was no need for any words, not even a whisper was needed. Because I already had everything I need.
And yet I still gazed my eyes in the distant as I heard something. It was that same bird I had followed all the way here. At first I reached out my hand longing for its companionship. But then, I retracked my hand as I saw it fly off into the distant. I no longer cared about that birds reasons for bringing me here. I no longer wished to find the truth I thought I was searching for. Because the truth of it all is that it brought me right where I needed to be. It brought me Home.
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curiositysavesthecat · 2 months
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motocrunch · 28 days
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I will tell you what freedom is to me.
No.
Fear.
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Be guided by the Soul and not driven by ego.
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palatinewolfsblog · 2 months
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“I can always choose, but I ought to know
that if I do not choose, I am still choosing.”
Jean Paul Sartre.
Trump triumphant (for my old friend Shane a.k.a. @acommonloon).
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freyatarotreadings8 · 9 months
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The experience of childhood also affects the choice of a partner. We tend to look for satellites similar to our parents. This is partly due to familiarity and recognition. Another reason is that we project images of our parents onto our partners.
For example, a child who felt a lack of care and attention from his parents often chooses partners who are cold and withdrawn, although there may be many warm and caring potential parents around.
We want our emotional needs to be met, but in the end we choose someone who is not ready to give us the attention we want, just like our parents. We have an unconscious desire to change our partner so he loves us the way we want and we can finally fulfill the unmet needs and fantasies of our inner child. As children, we often dreamed how our indifferent parents would finally pay attention to us. Growing up, we project this desire onto our partners.
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1nfectedflyswatt3r · 2 months
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.. Hey... Uhm.. (Give him a moment to think about his life choices...)
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juniorhaha · 10 months
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momentsbeforemass · 2 months
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Do the right thing
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Most of us can handle doing the right thing when it’s obvious.
Not just in those moments when the contrast between good and evil could not be more stark. We’re good. We’ve got that one.
But also when it’s presented to us like today’s first reading (“Today I have set before you…”). As a monumental life choice moment. Where there’s no way that we could miss its importance. We’ve got that one as well.
We’re always going to put ourselves on God’s side when it’s that obvious.
What you and I struggle with? When it’s not. When it’s not obvious that this is one of those moments.
So let me help you with that one. I figured out the easy way to tell if this is one of those moments, and I want to share it with you. Here it is,
They all are.
They are all life choice moments. Wait, what?
Here’s what I mean – there are unmistakable life choice moments. Moments when you have the opportunity to make a real difference.
Like when someone who is being abused and isolated is finally able to call for help because their abuser is passed out. They’ve made the choice to escape. And they’re calling you for a ride to the domestic violence shelter. Right now, before he wakes up.
And you’re thinking, “That’s pretty obvious. That’s a life choice moment.”
Right. But what makes you someone who will drop everything to help them? What prepares you for that moment? 
All of the little life choice moments of everyday life.
The countless moments of daily living when you and I can go with God, can do the right thing. Or not.
No one of them is monumental. By themselves, they’re not that much. But taken together, they shape our lives. They shape us. More than our handful of monumental moments ever can.
Saying something encouraging when you see someone struggling. Or not.
Helping someone who needs it. Or not.
Making time for someone who needs to be heard. Or not.
Deciding to treat them like you want to be treated. Or not.
They’re all life choice moments. And they’re yours for the taking every day. Or not.
Taken together, their cumulative effect on you makes it possible for you to do the right thing in those monumental moments.
Every one of them takes you a step closer to God, a step close to who God made you to be. Or a step farther away.
The countless, practical moments for holiness.
The everyday moments that we are given to get over ourselves, take up our cross, and follow Him.
Today’s Readings
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serenityquest · 1 month
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rudytubooty2107 · 5 months
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I am not a failure.
I have lived my life as best as I could not knowing its purpose. And yet here I stand through it lost and afraid of all that lies before me. This fear has crippled me, stived me even. Feeling unable to move forward, not even left or right. Feeling as if I can only move backwards, or not move at all. Such a terrible feeling to have. Living in a world where all I can do is fail over, and over again without any success to call my own in sight. I've felt nothing but shame in every indeever.
But I can no longer continue to live a life like this. I can't keep living like this. To live in fear may be scary, but that is what comes with life itself. We stumble and fall no matter what we do, and we have to learn to stand up for ourselves in these constant moments in life. Stand up from whatever comes our way. Whatever comes our way, we have to do what we can to live. No matter what it may be.
Mountains crumbling before our very eyes as they make way to crush us from fallen debris. Earths shattering right below our feet taking us into its endless darkness. Fire surrounding us burning our bodies to nothing more than smoke and ash. And yet, it's so strange we somehow manage to find the will to pull ourselves together and push ever forward.
I can no longer let these very things stop me from living a life that a dream for, that I yern for. It doesn't have to be anything glammerous. It just has to be a life that I choose to live. Because we are not the some of our failures. We are the architect of our own lives. And I will prove it by doing what I feared to do my entire life. Live.
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skeletonpandas · 12 days
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Okay. So...WW3 has been basically...dangling like a "haha maybe" since Ukraine, got a little more sizzly last October when Issy started acting cray, my life choices have felt super heavy AF since Jan 6...and the pandemic pretty much yanked the Scooby-Doo villain masks off.
But.
Now that it's kinda like. Right there. With Iran. It feels like it should feel surreal but I'm more like...
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