01 11 / 2012
I never want to talk to my children like that. No, never. I never want to make them feel like they are not enough, that they cannot be enough. I never want them to run up and down the spectrum of childhood, trying to find that one place where I’m happy. I never want them to dread talking to me, coming home to me, being with me. No, never. I want them to know that with me, in our home, they are loved and cherished. I want them to know that they are smart and capable and a good person. I want to treat them like this, so that they act like this, and do not tolerate when the world tells them otherwise. I want them to know that I, their mother, will always love them and think of them as smart and capable and good, no matter what they do. I do not want them to confuse their mistakes with who they are. No, never.
28 2 / 2012
Putting on the uniform doesn’t make you a good person.
Being a veteran doesn’t make you a decent human being.
It means you were part of something great, and brave, and honorable- but did you help or hinder?
Being a good person AND wearing the uniform means you deserve double respect.
Being a sad excuse for a human in a beautiful uniform makes you a hazzard to the team.
Once a soldier, always a soldier.
Act like it, or get out of the way.
28 2 / 2012
Sometimes they’re true.
Sometimes they’re partially true.
Sometimes they’re true for a percentage.
Sometimes they used to be true.
Sometimes they’re truly ignorant.
Usually, they just shouldn’t be used.
13 2 / 2012
I really hate looking at my facebook newsfeed and seeing a bunch of people who graduated high school last year talking about how they’re doing nothing all day, everyday.
No wonder everyone thinks teenagers are lazy and useless.
Please, for the sake of society, grow up!