Dysfunctionally_Functioning

I asked the question what makes a person beautiful? well this is a follow up to that. A message to all parents, aunts, uncles if you will. I don't have children of my own yet but dammit I was a child once. So here it is. You are your child's first introduction to the world. It is your job to provide for them and make them feel safe, secure and beautiful among other things. I was around someone a few days ago that has 3 children. She called them all kinds of nappy head hoes, lil mf's, bitches..etc you get the point. Its 2 girls and a boy. It broke my heart. Now don't get me wrong my tourettes kicks in when I am upset and if you are the center of my wrath yeah you will be called a many of things all but a child of God. But I'm looking at these babies and they are answering to these names. Its almost like if you walked up to one of them and said "whats you name?" they would reply Lil Bitch. I said all of that to say this what you don't give them at home someone else in the street will. And it will not be the attention they needed, wanted or was looking for. Trust I know. A child should not have to look elsewhere for love or to learn what love is. Many of us has grown up functioning in dysfunction and past it along to our children. If you didn't like it why would you do it to them? Y would u think they would feel different? Its my opinion that a child feels love from the womb. (If you've been pregnant and hated someone and wondered y after the baby was born they hated the person thats your answer). A child knows things without you saying it. Before they become corrupted they are just like little angels. They have a connection to God that we as adults have lost due to that thing we call life. So love your child. Show them you love them not just materially but also by spending time with them. Talk to them and let them know they are important and what they think is important. Tell them how beautiful they are and dont make them feel ashamed because of their skin, hair,weight, eyes etc.. Let them know how much you treasure them even if they LOOK JUST LIKE THEIR DAYUMN DADDY!

Be Blessed

Labels: Journey To A Better Me, Random thoughts and feelings