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One Liner Wednesday

Friendships are wonderful, having people you can rely on, help you smile, and give their support is a precious gift. 

Signs of spring sent to me by a sweet and thoughtful new friend. ?

When that’s missing in ones life or is sporadic it’s very lonely indeed. So I leave you with this thought. 

“Be the kind of friend you’d love to have.” 

This is my submission to https://lindaghill.com for her One Liner Wednesday. Please check out her one liner and all the other talent that link up. Thank you. ?

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One liner Wednesday 

We all have those moments when we feel less than, worthless, and beat ourselves up for our mistakes. I’m no different than you or any other parent in the making a life game. Today my son taught me through it all one sentence can make a difference. 

“Thank you for my happy Mommy” 

This has been my submission to https://Lindaghill.com. Please check out her one liner and all the other talent who link up. Thank you. ?

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A Mother’s guilt

I’m at my wits end with my oldest son. He said he had a sore throat so I let him stay home from school. The rules are rest, rehydrate, and relax. He had helped clean up the basement so I allowed him a movie with his little brother. I’m upstairs cleaning, laundry, dishes and I go to check on him and he’s downstairs playing video games. I walk into the room and he’s pretending to be sleeping!!!! I told him get up and go to bed. He starts to argue that he was having quiet time because his little brother didn’t want to watch a movie.

So I sent him to bed and I continued folding laundry. Then I can hear him out of his room. I’m ready to lose it I’ve sent him to bed twice and he’s come back out. First he was playing hockey with the Mad dog so I said get to bed! He says I’m hungry; then get your food and get to bed!!!! So he says forget it I’ll just starve you don’t care! So then he’s there for 10 minutes and he comes back out again to ask his brother to go downstairs to watch a movie. Get the $@@% to bed now I bellow!!!!

What is wrong with my kid? He won’t listen, he doesn’t respect me, then he tells me he’s getting yelled at school by five people. And one is supposedly his teacher. Well I’ll be addressing this and I will be sending him to school tomorrow because if I don’t I might just duct tape his mouth shut!!!!!
I don’t know where I went wrong we used to be so close. Then I was so sick and sad when I was pregnant with his brother. I carry a lot guilt because my Mom died then I had my baby five weeks later.

Due to the premature birth he had to stay in the hospitals NICU. When I was finally realized after five days, I still went back and forth to the hospital to care for my baby. This is when I feel the disconnect happened. My son was grieving the loss of my Mom, me not being there, and then a little brother who was sick. What had happened in his little world was too much so he turned to his Dad as his saviour and protector. That’s when it all changed between us.

His attitude changed towards me and jealously set in because I was always with my baby. Even though he adored his baby brother. It didn’t matter how much that new love was blossoming and growing, he had lost a part of his Mom. I had to be strong, stoic, and a rock for my children. Meanwhile I was dying and falling apart into little broken, jagged pieces. My heart was shattered I lost my one and only one and I felt like a part of me had died too! Not something a four year boy could understand with his precious heart. So I put my grief on hold to deal with his.

I thought I was doing the right thing as I struggled with intense grief of my own, sleep deprivation, and adjusting to an anti depressant. I didn’t want to be that parent that checked out when my kids needed me the most. It was bound to happen, as I just felt like I was a medicated brain and a body barely able to function. I honestly don’t know how I got through that difficult time. Grief recovery, family, friends, my husband and the love of my sons all played a role.

Life within that little bubble of calm helped me exist. As my body and my brain began to connect as I adjusted to my medication. But my little boy changed as his brother grew up. He got more abrasive with me, his angry tantrums became longer, and I went into research mode. If I don’t understand something I will read until I do. I read books, listened to lectures, attending parenting workshops. In order to understand what had happened to my son. I wish I had looked more into neurology than maybe I could see the early signs of his brain changing.

The ADHD behaviours, dyspraxia, and Sensory Integration disorder were there. He was just so much like me sensitive with an explosive temper that I just saw pain, grief, and jealously. This is when the switch happened, and when I had to fill out recent questionnaires about these behaviours it was hard to hold back the tears. I cried for that little boy who lost his Grandma, Mom, and gained a baby brother. I cried for my lack of understanding, the turmoil, and stress that cyclones around me.

And most of all I cried for that broken relationship between a Mother and her first born. I pray I can repair it before it’s too late and I lose his love and kindness forever. That’s a Mother’s guilt always wearing my heart on the outside of my body. So here I am today parenting through the pain and loving myself and my family with everything I have. Praying for that change to patch my oldest son’s heart back together. That’s Motherhood both beautiful with the moments of cherished gazes and spoken words of I love you. And crushing defeat and frustrating when those words turn to you don’t care, you don’t love me. I put my eyes on the prize and slowly, but carefully walk that tightrope of love and hate for myself.

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Bunker Punk Tour

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The very talented and creative hhttp://thebeardedjs.wordpress.com has come up with this amazing idea for the Bunker Punks (a group and wonderful blogger family that I’m proud to belong to) to get to know one another and share our Bunker Punk pride! There’s a list of questions that follows so here’s your getting to know Jsack Mom a little better.

What is your most prized possession?

At first I thought of my family, my husband and my children. Then I thought to myself I don’t possess them as much as they own my heart. So my answer is my memories, I was blessed to have my parents in my life loving and supporting me till I was in my 30’s. My dear Dad died in Feb. 2009 and my beloved Mama in Feb. 2011. 2 years and 2 weeks apart, not even death could break their bond. So to have them there on my wedding day walking me down the aisle towards my future, my love, is my most prized memory that I possess. ❤️

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How do you unwind after a long day?

Well it takes me a long time for me to relax as I’m a night owl awake in the moonlight. With my son having a sleep disorder, I listen for him till I know he’s sound asleep then I can relax. After I put my kids to bed, I have some cuddle and chat time with my husband if he hasn’t fallen asleep. Then I catch up on my Facebook pages and I love to sit on my couch and write. It’s just me, my phone, pen and paper, and a glass of wine in the still of the night.
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What is the one song that has followed you throughout your life?

This is an easy answer for me I love Fleetwood Mac and I’ve been listening to them since the late 80’s. I have much older siblings so I was raised on classic rock since I was a wee babe. The first time I heard Don’t Stop Believing I knew that incredible song was written for me. It has since become my theme song, and the whole Rumours album has entwined it’s way into my heart and soul. ??

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Seeing them in concert in Nov.2014 was the hi-light of my year. ?

If there’s was one piece of advice you could give to new bloggers in your field, what would it be?

A very great question, I would say always write from your heart and read a lot of blogs beforehand, and when you do get a following interact with them. I’ve made the best friendships just from appreciating, responding, and thanking everyone who has come to read my story.

Now that you’re famous now we need a quote from you. I love this and thank you for saying so! Even if I’m just a legend….in my own mind. ?

I wrote this and I believe and live this passionately. ?

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#bunkerpunksforlife ?

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