Not required to share!

I have recently read a story where the Mother doesn’t make her son share his toys. I know what you are thinking. What?! Why would she not encourage to share?! She wants her son to be able to stand up for himself. Here is the link to the story. Read it!

I will do my best to summerize the story. Basically, she doesn’t tell her son he has to share with kids he doesn’t know at the park. On the occasion she posted about, her son brought toys to share with a friend at the park. When they arived, some other kids came over and wanted to play with the toys. Her son, got overwhelmed with this. But she told him he could tell them no.

 

In my opinion, I feel that by teaching her son to stand up for himself, she is teaching him more than how to stand up for himself. She is also teaching him boundaries, and to respect other. By respect I mean, if someone tells you no, then that is the end of it and he is to go on his way, and not tattle on them.

 

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Tampons

Well, every woman in the develpoed world will have come to a point in her life where she has had to make the decision about tampons. Why have we not been taught to ask questions about what they are made of? We are taught to ask and learn what is in our food, but why not our feminine products like pads and tampons?

I came across a video on facebook that brought this situation to my attention.

And it needs to be talked about. Because we matter. As sisters, mothers, and as human beings we matter.

 

No this is not a sponsored blog. I feel very strongly about talking about this. I would have never thought to research it on my own. Until tonight that is.

In part this blog is to get your attention, in part to get you talking about this. And also in part a review based solely on the video that I watched.

 

The company I have been talking about is called Lola. The website is Lola Tampons

 

From what I have seen, we need to get behind theses ladies, and support them. They will help change the now and the future.

Work

So, my night job is at an assisted living facility. I am a Licsened Nursing Assistant. I love what I do, but the hours can really take it’s toll not on just me, but my family. I honestly can’t see my self doing anything else, unless it is staying at home and taking care of my family and working from there.

 

There are some nights that go by really fast, but other nights where it goes so slow. I take care of people with varing stages of Alzhimer’s and Dementia cases. So every day is different. Some nights I have residents whom are having a hard night sleeping, and others where everyone sleeps fine. I never know what is going to happen until it happens.

 

 

Kids

If you work in any type of place that deals with kids, or if you are a parent, you will be able to understand better than those who don’t.

Kids are strange and interesting little creatures. So curious about everything. I am so happy that I am a mother. But I still have my days where I want to pull out all of my hair. But I also go to the other end, and doubt that I am a good parent and I am sure that I am messing up my boys.

My weren’t planned at all. But I am so happy that I have them. I love being able to see them discovering things and learning how thinks work. I would never change when I had them. I am so happy that they are seven years apart.

I only wish I had more friends who had kids around the same age as my own. But hopefully I will be able to make more friends.

The Man Behind the Tree — Discover

So, Election Day has come and gone. Thank god! I can’t believe the wave of emotions I have been feeling. I will talk more about that later. As a survivor of rape, we need to talk about this. Talking about rape is so important!

I was raped four times by my now ex boyfriend’s best friend. I was so scared. I bought into the thoughts that it was my fault. It was never my fault. I said no. I wasn’t strong enough to fight. I’m talking about being paralyzed with fear of my friends in the next room blaming me.

When they found out I had a hard time letting them touch me. But I did let them hug me after I calmed down.

About a year and a half after being raped, I was contacted by someone from San Diego PD about it. They told me a friend of mine had told them what had happened. But they needed to hear it from me and have it be recorded for my statement. That day I found out he had assulted three other women one of which was a minor. That pissed me off. I started on the path of recovery that day.

If you are reading this and have been touched in a way that was unwanted speak up! No more blaming yourself. You are the only one that will stand up for you!

Tell a friend have them go tell the police with you! Call the police and ask for a female officer to meet you somewhere neutral to take your report.

On why we need to talk about rape and sexual assault: “Though our experiences may vary; the bond of terror is singular.”

via The Man Behind the Tree — Discover

Work

I love my job. I love that I am able to be home at night, and care for people that need a little extra help. I believe that I was meant to care for others.