@keith_pearson I’m glad I go the opposite way of traffic for my daily commute. It would be hell sitting in all the traffic going to New York in the mornings or on the return in the afternoon.
I was thinking earlier about my children and how I have grown as a person since I gave birth to them.
As a person who had never considered herself parent material, I came to realize that having children is what made me parent material.
We go through life believing that we are raising and teaching our children, but often fail to realize that they are teaching us too.
My children changed me into the person that I was always meant to become.
You wake up one day and realize that through all the challenges of being
a parent, you have become the parent that your children can love so purely and naturally--- just like
you were always meant to be a parent.
One day, if I keep taking lessons from them along the way, l'I become the parent that I think they deserve.
Sending love to all the parents in the world who give their children the love they need to grow.
@IsaiahINRI She can do this with her children.
A man should never have to put his woman through this. Sure, be honest, maybe even vulnerable, but always carry yourself upright not acting helpless. If you’re distressed, go to a priest, a chapel, or the gym.
Today my priest said:
„Saints are not saints because they were perfect or with no sin. But because their lives nourished other people’s lives through a true & sincere gift of self.”
You too are called to be Gods saint. Say no to discouragement. Let God pick you up as many times as needed, just never stop following Him <3
Porn taught you sex was recreation.
The clinic is where you pay for that lie.
I'm 44. Got married at 21. Had our first kid nine months later because we knew what we were doing.
Five kids total. My wife was pregnant for 8 years of our marriage. We hit the food bank so many times the lady started calling us by name. Pawned my tools twice. Drove a van with no AC in Montana summers and no heat that actually worked in the winters.
We chose that.
On purpose.
Here's what nobody wants to say:
Abortion doesn't start at the clinic.
It starts in a bedroom with a guy who learned about sex from a screen. Who thinks it's entertainment. Stress relief. Something you do because you're bored and she said yes.
Nobody told him his body was designed to make people. Not sometimes. Not accidentally. That's the whole point of the equipment.
The baby isn't the accident.
His orgasm was.
I found my dad's magazines when I was 12. Thought I understood women by 16.
I understood nothing. I understood pixels and fantasy and a version of sex that doesn't exist anywhere outside a camera setup in the San Fernando Valley.
I got lucky. Married a woman who wanted children more than she wanted comfort. We both did.
But most guys? They got the same magazines. The same screens. The same lie.
And now they're standing in clinic parking lots wondering how recreation made a person.
Every abortion has a man attached to it.
A man who said "I'm not ready" like readiness is a feeling and not a decision.
A man who disappeared. Literally. Or just went quiet and let her do the math alone.
A man who wanted the pleasure but not the weight.
Pro-life starts with your zipper. With teaching your sons that sex makes people and that's not a bug in the system — that's the system.
My oldest son is 21. Got married at 20.
His wife went into labor at 24 weeks.
Blake came out at 1 lb 15 oz. Died twice on the table. Came back twice.
Six months old now. Still on oxygen. Still smaller than the other babies.
Still here.
I look at him and I think about all the math that didn't get done. All the choices that got made before he existed that meant he would exist.
My wife and I chose poverty at 21.
My son and his wife chose to fight at 24 weeks.
Blake chose to keep breathing.
Choices all the way down. Not accidents.
Porn taught an entire generation that sex is content. Entertainment. Something you consume.
Then they're shocked when consumption creates a person.
You want to be pro-life?
Kill the lie first.
Sex isn't recreation. It's creation.
Your body knows this even if your browser history doesn't.
I’m convinced the new rich is peace. Go to church on Sundays, stay home more, take longer walks in nature.
I see too many who have everything except that...
People who fail to take accountability for their misery will also fail to take agency in their happiness. They lead miserable lies of their own making and call themselves “unlucky”. One finger points outward but four fingers point back to you.
Curating the kinds of stories that children engage with is a key responsibility for parents, especially for children under age 10 who are still forming their foundations for morality. Stories are extremely powerful and nourish the imagination; you want to make sure they're good.
I’ve had an abortion. I was 21 years old completely on my own. And by completely on my own, I mean, I didn’t even have a family home to go to on holidays or weekends. nobody was there to help me financially in anyway. I was working at a coffee shop and we were one of the oops the condom broke couples. This was in 1999. There was no Plan B. My then boyfriend pressured me into it. He made it clear that if I chose to keep the child he would only do the court ordered minimum and would have no part in the child’s life.
Again this was 1999 and there weren’t good benefits, medical plans or even easily accessible welfare for women in my condition in the state I was living in. I also had horrible morning sickness from probably four weeks on which of course made keeping even my low stakes coffee job hard. So I went through with it. And almost 30 years later I still regret it and think of that child. If someone goes through with an abortion and tells you it’s no big deal? They’re either lying or evil. So now I speak out as part of repenting for murdering my first child. I am the mother of three children. One of whom I intentionally killed.
If a man never compromises on principle for sex, he will be a terror to feminists, and an object of respect and honor to good women everywhere.
Men controlled by their loins cause the world to fall.