Mother-Daugther secrets

A parent can plant a seed and watch it become a flower.
Share a bit of experience and it becomes another's.
Watch a child's smile widen and it become your mother's.

The flowers in a bouquet, Part II: Family

Parents who devote time, goodwill and commitment from the very beginning and sustain it are the ones who develope strong families! Not to paint up a picture for spectators, but rather for uniting happiness and longlasting bonds of trustworthy love.

These are the ones who understand that families come in all forms, shapes and colours and accept each other's differences instead of tearing them apart in an attempt to fulfill an idolized image. Because, despite the perfect picture families that always seem to loom over us on television, posters and bill boards, there are many more complexities and dynamics to families than the portrayed smiles and laughter.

Therefore since children in a family are like flowers in a bouquet: there is always one determined to face in an opposite direction from the way the arranger desires. The only difference is that a true family will let the fruit of it's tree bloom through unconditional love.

The flowers in a bouquet, Part I: Parenting

A family starts out with the parents, who then brings new life to this world. They are required to provide primary care (necessities) of their child, even by law. Although they should not feel required to, they should genuinely and willingly want to do so. Because if they do not, the more complex secondary care (love, affection, affirmation and stimulation) will be foreseen. Parents who only provide the former tend to be more absorbed in their own lives, thus emotionally neglecting their child. So because the latter is more complex and so many parents in the world fail to provide it, it is only natural if the victim developes complex problems later in life.

"If your child is on the line. You never surrender!!"

Carelessness

Parenting is Not a job! You cannot treat a child as if they are in the way all the time, ignore them when they need to talk, or make them feel as if their feelings are not important.

- I was a great mother but what I had to go through to keep
you in one piece...

Who says I'm in one piece?

- You're the most normal person I know.

Normal??

You know, everybody tells me to go

But I can't, I can't leave you,

If something bad happens to you... it's my fault

I'm what went wrong in your life.

I'm what you struggled to survive.

You had to know that you wrote a book about it.

I'm just incredibly screwed up,

and just so we're real clear about this,

I blame you.

Listen to your head

Like a baby rich in dreams
She floats and flies
with big bright eyes
Watch her glow
for she will grow
Either far or near
she’s still held dear
A star rich in gleams




Time has come to face endurance without the red balloon by my side. It may shortly take the form of sorrow and mourning but quickly change to be bliss by letting go and moving on. Like the boy who wholeheartedly lost a balloon by malicious people, although instead he ended up gaining a million.

A gift from above,
May your heart always feel love

Distant lands, takes both my hands

Every time just like the last
On the ship I'm tied to the mast

Lost in my mind and lost in the world. I tread lifes path, wishing for what cannot be found or had. An all encompassing love; from mother, father, teachers or commoners. All i want is for my heart to feel whole again.

I have a peter pan complex and I am emotionally hypersensitive, artistic, intellectual and melodramatic. Furthermore, my personality type is ENFP, the advocate. My life long dream needed for all other dreams to come true has been crushed, I turned 17. My annoyingly perfect heart hurts and I don't know what to do seeing as I will never ever regain a chance to have a fulfilled sweet 16. I blame my mother and her man, an evil American psychiatrist claiming I live in a 'Rapunzel fantasy'. Their monstreous actions done indirect puts hate into my basket of usually only love. When mixed there is AMBIVALENCE. - It's their bad, yes! but NO it's actually my bad because I still love them.

Gloves hold my hand

Survival of the fitest is deficient when there is

no mutual character resemblance.

To little they held my hand

making no immense band

and now alone I stand

having made my own land

with my future planned

with hopes of being grande