Science has discovered that cell phone use in the classroom not only disrupts a child’s attention from the teacher, but may also create attachment issues impeding the cut of the umbilical cord; they never truly have a sense of independence.
Parent-child relationships will suffer
If this is not enough, and you feel hearing me say it is better, chime in on my Swellcast. I’d love to hear from you—in 24 hours—explained.
Describe one positive change you have made in your life.
When L❤️Ve is a Debt…
I have always been vocal about my dissatisfaction with the way I was raised. My siblings and I grew up in a household that lacked both financial stability and emotional support. While we did engage in family activities, the underlying emotions were often discordant. The fleeting moments of happiness could not overshadow the prevailing sadness, and even during the joyful times, we felt a sense of indebtedness.
One year, as a 15-year-old, I saved up over $1000 from babysitting all summer with the intention of buying a grandfather clock for my parents. I eagerly awaited the moment to order it from the JCPenney catalog, picturing its chestnut color and the sun and moon rotating with the hands. I was filled with excitement, imagining the recognition I would receive for this significant contribution. However, my parents needed the money to cover a bill and asked to borrow it, promising to repay me.
As Christmas approached, I grew eager to order the clock, only to be given a used 10-speed bike instead. While I was grateful for the gift, my joy faded when my dad revealed it was purchased for $25 at a yard sale, instead of repaying the money I had saved. This revelation made me reflect on my own parenting style, realizing that while I may not have taken money from my children, I may have inadvertently made them feel like they had to earn my love out of guilt.
This realization led me to understand that my children did not choose their circumstances, I chose to bring them into this world on my own, and they should not have to earn my affection. It has taken me this long to recognize that I owe my children a great deal of respect, and that I love them unconditionally. I acknowledge the mistake of perpetuating the cycle of behavior inherited from my parents and have decided to break free from this pattern. I hope I get that chance.
People can give you their description of what LOVE is supposed to look like, but LOVE is as individual as the people who feel it. You can love a sibling, parent, a friend, a spouse, a neighbor, a teacher – – The list goes on, depending on what those people bring into your life. Energy.
Love is energy that comes from within your heart, within your being. Love can spread through words, actions, or even facial expressions, and love is everywhere. The most important thing to keep in mind is the beginning where I said, love comes from inside. In order to feel loved, it needs to be around you. For it to be around you, the energy comes from within ourselves.
If you want to feel love, you need to act in a positive energetic way that creates love that surrounds you. Other people pick up on that, and then it will come back to you.
At age 23 or 24, you’ve probably heard me speaking about the retrograde and anterograde amnesia I got to experience. The humorous thing is that after watching so many romantic movies about “damsels in distress” discovering their forever man, I wished I had it too. Believe me, those movies were lying! It’s nothing like that!
The way I had it happen was from a prescription that I shouldn’t have been taking, prescribed by a physician I didn’t know. But, hey! She’s a doctor—she certainly knows what she’s doing when she tells me my mind is screwy, because when she asks how I feel, I say, “okay.” Apparently, I should have broken into a song and dance from Mary Poppins!
Reaction: anterograde and retrograde amnesia.
My entire life, it seems I’ve been working at regaining and retaining my memory so I can function, you know? My memory used to be unbelievably great! I had a mental rolodex with phone numbers, movies, books, and practically anything I wanted to recall later. And I decided I wanted it back. What did I do? I worked at it—HARD! And—I finally did it!
If you’d like to hear me explain in a five minute, one-sided conversation, here you go! Just don’t say I didn’t warn you…
What is the biggest challenge you will face in the next six months?
Just short of the first twenty years of my life, I fought to stay alive. Approximately two decades later, I fought to regain my memory. Now, I’m nearing sixty, and soon, my second child will leave to fight for our country. At least that’s her intention—fighting for freedom. I’m older. I’m much more experienced, through my own trials, of the ways of humanity. And I’m aware her fight for freedom is the U.S.A.’s fight for dominance via oil—as always. Ukraine has it this time, and our country won’t stop until we get it. And eventually, when the world is ruined, like so many parts of our planet, we’ll fight over Mars.
This is just one of over 100 deserted towns in Utah. There are literally thousands around the globe that have been vacated in ruins.
My biggest challenge is watching my child dedicate her life to something she believes in, that I do not trust. In less than a month, my daughter will meld into the fabric of learning war for three months before making it her life. She will commit her seventeen year old life to the ultimate lie of America’s fight for greed: the war that will annihilate our country, under the ruse of peace. Everyone will fight for world peace, right? But why aren’t we at peace now? A man’s fat wallet, racked with debt, knows the answer. Still, we all turn blindly away, afraid to see it for what it truly is. It’s easier.
Happy 17th, my sweet girl.
I’ve been fighting my entire life; fighting for financial fairness, equality of rights, and the abused and maltreated underdog. When I’m gone, my legacy will continue to fight, because there are others strong like me. There are those who do not quit.
One day, hopefully, we’ll win. If not, the experiences I share will hopefully not be in vain and will benefit someone else. But for now, my thoughts and prayers go to support those trusting and rambunctious souls pledging their lives for our freedom.
Being a single mom with no one else in the picture can be challenging in various ways. Some drawbacks may include:
Limited support: Without a partner or co-parent, you may lack the emotional and practical support that can make parenting easier.
Financial strain: Raising a child alone can be financially demanding as you are solely responsible for all expenses related to your child’s upbringing.
Time constraints: Juggling work, household chores, and childcare responsibilities on your own can be overwhelming and leave you with little time for self-care or personal pursuits.
Decision-making: You may have to make important parenting decisions without the input or guidance of a partner, which can be stressful and isolating.
Emotional burden: Single parenthood can sometimes feel lonely and emotionally taxing, especially when facing challenges or difficult situations without a partner to share the load.
Single moms find strength, resilience, and fulfillment in their role as the primary caregiver for their child. Seeking support from friends, family, support groups, and community resources can help alleviate some of the challenges of doing it alone. Remember, you are doing an amazing job, and it’s okay to ask for help when you need it. Still, some women thrive on their independence no matter how taxing.
Sometimes parenting single is best
Parenting without a partner can also come with its own set of benefits and strengths. Here are some positive aspects:
Independence: You have the freedom to make decisions and choices about parenting without having to compromise with a partner’s opinions or preferences.
Bonding: You may develop a very strong and unique bond with your child as you are the primary caregiver and source of support for them.
Personal growth: Single parenting can be a journey of self-discovery and personal growth, as you learn to navigate challenges and responsibilities on your own.
Empowerment: Successfully managing the responsibilities of single parenthood can be empowering and boost your self-esteem and confidence.
Role modeling: By demonstrating resilience, strength, and determination as a single parent, you are setting a positive example for your child to emulate.
Flexibility: You have the flexibility to create your own routines and parenting style that work best for you and your child without having to negotiate with a partner.
It’s important to keep in mind that every parenting journey is unique, and there are strengths and challenges in every situation. Embracing the positives can help you thrive as a single parent, especially when you get to keep the rewards 100%.
When I communicate, I do it with purpose in assisting others with situations I’ve either experienced myself or have studied tirelessly. Being a single mother in this jungle we call Life is quite literally a time bomb waiting to go off—unless we somehow miraculously defuse it.
My main connection is via TikTok, because the people who utilize my information the most are in their twenties and early thirties; childbearing years. I also tag onto Facebook for the ones who may have grandchildren or are the more mature mothers. My communication doesn’t cease with those two, as I additionally utilize Snapchat, X, Reddit, Instagram, LinkedIn, Quora, Pinterest, Discord, and YouTube. It’s practically a full-time job. Compounding this effort, I have discussions during gameplay, so I also use the games and commonalities to birth conversations with either kids or parents. This is where I get information about the subjects that concern others, and I entertain myself in the meantime—all while remaining completely at home.
Go ahead—search out MitJ, Mother in the Jungle, Mother.in.the.Jungle, or Mother_in_the _Jungle. While I’m not quite as everywhere as our government, I’ll bet I know people better.
I promised my children, when each was born, that I would never give up on them or leave them behind—EVER!
Feeling successful means being confident in what you’re doing and feeling self-assured that it’s correct. My issue is that I’m such a perfectionist that if I think I might be doing something wrong, I doubt myself. Now, you show me one parent who thinks they’re always right, and I’ll show you a kid who’s self-esteem is beaten to a bloody pulp. The problem that a lot of parents have is that they’re so worried that their child is going to find flaws in how they conduct themselves or not respect their answers later, that they’re afraid to admit mistakes. I get it. I admit my mistakes to my kids all the time. Does it come back to bite me in the ass later? You bet. But here’s the way I look at it: the more confident my kids can feel about themselves and their own decisions, the better off they’re going to be in life as adults. And they won’t feel like they need to hide their imperfections, but learn from them.
The hardest part of being a parent is allowing your child to make mistakes—and then, watch them fall so they can learn.
While most parents don’t believe it’s a good idea to allow their kids to make mistakes, I certainly encourage them to make their own decisions. What I do is explain why I feel behaving in a specific way is a mistake and what I believe the consequences will be. Then, I ask them if they have any questions. Afterwards, they are free to do what they like. Of course, the answers aren’t always obvious, and it may take them time to finally figure it out. What they seem to be forgetting is that it’s not an attempt to predict the future at all. The points I’m vehemently pushing are incidents I’ve experienced firsthand. I’m just not eager to talk about it. So I do my best to relate it to their own situation. If it doesn’t stick, the only way they can draw a realistic conclusion for themselves is through their own failures. My kids are intelligent enough that I can admit I’m proud of them. I just need to work on my patience.
I’ll always be there when they need me.
And, I’m not the best parent. Ask my kids, they’ll tell you. But someday, when I’m not here anymore and they must do everything on their own, they’ll know what a great parent I was for them. I only hope they can appreciate me a little more then.
Survival of the fittest is a harsh reality that extends beyond physical strength and mental acuity. It delves into the very depths of our emotions and the responsibility we bear towards the world around us. Allow me to explore this concept with a touch of emotional intensity.
In our quest for knowledge and intelligence, we often encounter individuals who seem driven solely by the desire to be the smartest person in the room. Their ambition can blind them to the needs and feelings of others, leaving a trail of hurt and disregard in their wake. It is reminiscent of the animal kingdom, where dominance and self-interest reign supreme.
You don’t have to be a brainiac to save a life
But what about those who may not possess the same level of intellectual prowess? They may be labeled as unintelligent or simple-minded, yet their hearts overflow with compassion and empathy. These individuals genuinely care about the well-being of others, including animals and the environment. Sadly, they often become the target of ridicule and mockery from those who consider themselves intellectually superior. But is intelligence truly measured solely by the ability to solve complex problems? Shouldn’t it encompass a deeper understanding of the human experience and a responsibility to uplift and protect one another?
All of these are ASD “participants.”
This is where Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD) comes into play. People with ASD may struggle to navigate the intricacies of social interactions, grappling with the hidden meanings and sarcasm that permeate our everyday conversations. They yearn for direct and honest communication, wishing for a world where intentions are laid bare and understanding is effortless. Yet, their minds possess a unique perspective, delving into the depths of problems that most people overlook. They question the status quo and challenge the norms, seeking solutions that address the root causes rather than superficial fixes.
Any of these surprise you?
Consider the public service announcement urging us to cut up plastic holders to save animals from entanglement. While this is a step in the right direction, it merely scratches the surface of a much larger issue. What about the insidious pollutants that silently poison our ecosystems? What about the excessive waste we generate, choking the very planet we call home? Shouldn’t our focus be on finding sustainable solutions and reducing waste at its source, rather then the plastics we distribute into the living aquarium of our planet?
The miracles who changed our lives.
As we reflect on the dichotomy of intelligence and responsibility, we must ask ourselves: Who holds the true power? Is it the intellectually superior, who may trample over others in their quest for greatness? Or is it those who possess the emotional intelligence to understand the interconnectedness of all living beings and the responsibility to protect and uplift them?
And all of these creative thinkers.
Let us embrace a new definition of intelligence, one that encompasses not just mental acuity, but also emotional depth and a profound sense of responsibility. Only then can we truly claim to be the stewards of this world, guiding it towards a future where compassion and understanding reign supreme.
Dogs are generally forgiving and always excited to see their friends, unlike most people.
For those who consider real animals, as those creatures other than people, my response would be my Border-Aussie, Azure.
Azure is named for her one blue eye, or “heterochromia iridum”
What’s the first impression you want to give people?
My own mind entertains me.
“Wow, that lady is like a walking encyclopedia of intelligence! No wonder she’s so smart!” But hey, let’s get one thing straight, just because I can understand things that others can’t, it’s not like I have some secret brain power. It’s all thanks to the crazy rollercoaster of life experiences I’ve endured, plus, ASD.
So get this, I was all set to become a lawyer, but then amnesia came crashing in like a wrecking ball. And you know what? It turned out to be a blessing in disguise. Now I’m touching people’s lives in a whole new way, and guess what? I’m happier than I could have ever imagined.
Instead of pointing fingers and telling people where they messed up, I’ve got a better plan. I’ll hand them a deck of cards and let them play the game of life themselves. Trust me, it’s way more entertaining that way. And being an author? Oh boy, that’s like being the ultimate teacher. People actually pay to read my words and see the world from a different perspective. It’s like I’ve got a PhD in the awesomeness of being both the tiny devil and angel sitting on their shoulders.
A work of art, currently underway, displaying life’s interconnections via eggshells.
I’ve learned so much that now I can decode life’s lessons and help others level up their own lives. I’m like the interpreter of wisdom, spreading knowledge like raining bits of confetti. This, my friend, is what I’ve always wanted to do, and I’m doing it now. Thanks!
In a world where travers praise my intellect like a symphony, my parents remained silent, leaving my self-belief in ta state of hibernation. Yet, in this moment, I am awakened by the resounding chorus of confidence that surrounds me.
Mother in the Jungle 
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