Log Home Mom

The World Can be an Unforgiving Place

2026-03-16T11:09:00.000-04:00

The world can be an unforgiving place, especially for those who've walked through fire long before they were old enough to understand why. Many of us carry invisible scars from childhoods marked by abuse, physical blows that left bruises all over my body, sexual violations that stole innocence for years, emotional cruelty that chipped away at self-worth, and the relentless hunger of safety, love, and stability. These aren't rare stories whispered in the shadows; they're the lived realities of countless survivors who wake up every day choosing to keep going.

I share my own history not for pity, but because silence only lets the pain fester. Growing up, fear wasn't an occasional visitor—it was a permanent resident. Days blurred into nights of wondering if I'd eat, if I'd be safe, if anyone would notice I was drowning. There was no reliable adult to turn to, no soft place to land. The abuse came in waves: hands that should have protected instead harmed, words that should have built instead tore down, betrayals that taught me early that trust is a luxury few can afford.

Yet somehow, against all odds, I survived. And when I became a parent, I made a vow: the cycle stops here. I poured everything into breaking those patterns—learning everything on our own (not having internet or real know how, offering consistency, showing up emotionally even when my own tank felt empty. I read books on trauma-informed parenting, sought therapy when I could, and worked tirelessly to give my children the security and love I never had. I wanted them to know what unconditional love feels like, to never question if they're worthy or safe.

But the world outside our home doesn't always cooperate. Children grow up and step into a society that often rewards selfishness, where anger spreads like wildfire on social media, where people chase validation at the expense of empathy. Despite the love and support poured into them, some get swept up in that current. They absorb the world's hardness, mirror its cruelty, and—heartbreakingly—turn it back toward the very family that fought so hard to protect them. The rejection stings deeper because it's not from strangers; it's from the ones you held through nightmares, the ones you promised a different life.

Research shows this isn't uncommon. Studies on intergenerational trauma reveal that while many survivors successfully interrupt the cycle of abuse—through awareness, therapy, and intentional choices—external influences can still pull children toward harmful behaviors. The transmission of trauma isn't inevitable; estimates suggest parents with maltreatment histories are at higher risk, but protective factors like strong support systems or trauma-informed approaches can significantly reduce it. Yet even when we do everything "right," the world can still gobble them up, leaving parents with waves of grief, tears in private moments, and the ache of abandonment that no one prepares you for.

This is why judgment cuts so deeply. When people rush to congratulate one side in a family rift or encourage cutting ties without knowing the full story, they add weight to an already crushing load. They don't see the years of sacrifice, the nights spent crying over how to parent better, the fear that despite it all, the cycle might creep back in subtle ways. They see surface-level drama and pick sides, feeding division instead of understanding.

Anyone who truly values family would advocate for reconciliation where possible—through honest conversations, therapy, boundaries with compassion, or simply time to heal. Abandonment should never be the first or easiest answer. It perpetuates isolation, which trauma already breeds so effectively.

To those on the outside looking in: please pause before offering your two cents. The world is hard enough without well-meaning but uninformed opinions fueling more pain. You don't know the hunger, the fear, the daily battles to rewrite a script written in someone else's handwriting. You don't know the cost of trying to break a cycle that feels unbreakable.

If my story reaches even one person—someone still fighting to protect their kids, someone doubting their efforts were enough, someone wondering if sharing their truth matters—then opening these wounds publicly will have been worth it. Healing isn't linear, and neither is parenting through trauma. But every day we choose love over repetition, we chip away at the cycle. We may not stop it entirely for everyone, but we can refuse to let it define us.

To fellow survivors: you're not alone. Your efforts matter, even when the results hurt. Keep holding space for grace—both for your children and for yourself. The world may be harsh, but your heart doesn't have to be.

And to anyone reading this who recognizes pieces of their own story: if you're ready, reach out. Therapy, support groups, trauma-informed resources—there are paths forward. Breaking the cycle isn't about perfection; it's about persistence. You've already survived the hardest part. Now, let's keep choosing differently, one intentional moment at a time.

Peace, Love and EnJOY

Log Home Mom

How This Selfish Rivalry Leads to Parents Losing Their Child

2026-02-20T12:19:00.002-05:00

Jealousy Turns Toxic — The adult child starts seeing the parent's success not as a family win, but as a personal threat or humiliation. They might feel "robbed" of spotlight, resent commissions flowing up while being outranked, or envy the parent's larger network/social validation. cult culture amplifies this with constant rankings, leaderboards, and "who's crushing it" narratives—making every family member's win feel like a comparative loss.

Selfish Projection and Blame-Shifting — Instead of celebrating or learning from the parent's hustle, the child accuses them of "stealing thunder," being "too aggressive," "not grateful," or "disloyal to the team." They weaponize teachings about ditching "negative energy" or "dream stealers" to justify pulling away, framing the parent as the problem to avoid facing their own envy or underperformance.
Escalation to No Contact — Tensions build through arguments ("Stop bragging," "You're making me look bad," "This was supposed to be my thing"). The child might demand the parent downplay achievements, stop recruiting certain people, or defer to them—demands the parent rejects as unfair. When refused, the child ghosts, blocks, or declares no contact, often rationalizing it as "self-care" or "protecting my mindset." The parent is left devastated, confused, and grieving the loss of their child over a predatory scheme.
The Parent's Side of the Pain — Parents in this spot often feel profound guilt ("I should have held back to spare their feelings"), betrayal ("I joined to support them!"), and helplessness. They lose not just the relationship but the joy of shared "success" they thought would bond them. Some parents give up hoping to salvage things, only to find the rift permanent because the child's resentment has calcified.

This isn't widespread in public stories, but it echoes broader patterns of family estrangement where jealousy, role reversal, or competition fractures bonds—amplified by zero-sum hierarchy. Parents end up mourning the "loss" of their child to this selfish rivalry, sometimes permanently, while the child isolates deeper in their echo chamber.
The tragedy? Promises of "financial freedom" and "building with family," but it engineers division through comparison and status. No legitimate opportunity should cost you your child—or force a parent to watch their kid walk away over rank envy. If a "business" turns love into rivalry, it's not worth it. Real family celebrates each other's wins without sponsorship lines or resentment. Protecting those bonds means walking away before the machine claims another relationship.

As I sit here in the quiet of our log home, the one we dreamed about in so many ways, my heart aches with a love that time and silence can't dim. The house now feels empty, the photos on the wall have been put away, and every sunrise reminds me of the life we thought we were building.

We never imagined this distance between us. When you invited us into that "opportunity," we joined with open hearts—excited to support you, to share in what we thought could be a family adventure. We poured ourselves in, hoping it would bring us closer, not pull us apart. But somewhere along the way, things shifted. Ranks and wins became measures that hurt more than they helped, and what started as shared dreams turned into something competitive, something painful. We saw the resentment build in your eyes, the way our progress felt like a threat instead of a triumph we could all celebrate. We understand now how deeply that jealousy cut—how it twisted pride into pain, and how the structure of it all made love feel conditional on position rather than unconditional like it always has been for us.

We miss what was stolen. Every single day. We miss laughs echoing through the house, seeing you every day, the way you'd share your dreams and we'd cheer the loudest. We miss being part of your life—not as downlines, but as your parents who have loved you fiercely since before you took your first breath.

Know this: our love for you has never wavered, not for a second. It isn't tied to success, ranks, money, We never needed the money.

The door is always open.

Until then, we carry you in every quiet moment, every prayer, every memory that still makes us smile through tears. You are our children, our pride, our greatest joy. Nothing changes that. Not distance, not time, not old wounds.

We love you beyond words, beyond measure, forever.

But we must speak plainly now, with the raw seriousness this pain demands: to those who participated in this immense hurt—who encouraged, enabled, or cheered the cutting off of family over ranks, commissions, or "protecting energy"—your own children are watching. You are demonstrating, in real time, how disposable loved ones can be when they don't align with the hustle or the vision. When this same cold logic turns on you one day—when someone you love walks away for "better vibes" or perceived disloyalty—may they choose mercy, may they hold on with the fierce love you failed to model. We pray it never happens to you, because no parent should endure this living death.

No declaration, no boundary, no script can erase the fact that we remain your parents, your grandparents to little ones. You cannot command that away. Our hearts are forever broken, shattered in ways that may never fully mend. A vital part of us has died in this process—the part that once laughed freely, that dreamed of family gatherings without tension, that believed shared dreams could never turn so cruel.

Yet even in this devastation, our arms are still open. The door isn't just ajar—it's flung wide, waiting for any sign from you. A text, a voice note, a simple "I'm here" would be enough to start. No lectures, no demands for explanations or apologies. Just the chance to breathe again, to begin healing what was torn apart.

Don't let pride, old resentment, or the echoes of that toxic system keep us apart any longer. Life is too short, love too precious.

Peace, Love and Enjoy Life.

Log Home Mom

Snow Ice Cream Recipe

2026-01-06T09:07:00.003-05:00

This is one of my favorite foods ever! I have fond memories of looking forward to this when it snowed when I was a little girl in Tennessee.

Go make memories with your kids today!

The Holidays can be Hard

2025-12-29T09:32:00.003-05:00

~~To all of my grandparents or parents that have been suffering this holiday season.~~

~~Standing on the promise that God will restore all the locusts have stolen ❤️❤️❤️~~

The Devastating Toll of Toxic Positivity

2025-11-06T10:24:00.000-05:00

I am a proud member of Generation X, forged in an era where respect was non-negotiable, questions were silenced, and every morsel on the plate was a mandate. We knew our boundaries—speaking out of turn was unthinkable. Yet, for far too many of us, those four walls concealed a private nightmare. We endured in silence, because revealing the truth was simply not an option. I personally was Sexually, Mentally and Physically abused severly, still carrying scars inside and out. I have made it a mission to help others that have as well.

In our fervent determination to shield our own children from that pain, we overcorrected with unrelenting zeal. We immersed them in every sport, coached their teams, led Scouts, served as team moms, room moms, and PTA pillars—an exhaustive marathon of devotion. We stretched finances to the breaking point, plunging into debt to grant them luxuries we never knew. Trophies were bestowed upon everyone, participation alone merited acclaim. Our attics overflow with plaques commemorating our sacrifices as parents and community leaders.

But beneath our eyes, a heartbreaking transformation unfolded. Instead of gratitude, we encountered entitlement: explosive outbursts, slammed doors, and defiance. Our children did not emerge stronger or kinder. We, as parents, faltered grievously—skipping essential lessons in resilience, accountability, and humility. The idyllic family we envisioned shattered.

We unwittingly enabled gaslighting, nurturing a generation prone to narcissistic tendencies. We witnessed friendships discarded like refuse, lies spun without remorse, theft rationalized, and guilt wielded as a weapon to extract more. They squandered inheritances on fleeting indulgences—$7 lattes, outings with dwindling allies—while feigning inability to contribute. Jobs evaporated amid conflicts with colleagues and superiors; dissent was met with dismissal.

As parents, our role demands unflinching truth-telling and guidance toward growth. Yet, when we intervene, we are branded "toxic," resentful adversaries rather than allies. Enter the enablers: a partner, spouse, or echo-chamber circle peddling validation. They urge you to "wash your face," sever ties with anyone challenging their narrative of perpetual affirmation—even if that means vilifying your own parents as the source of all trauma.

This is celebrated online as liberation, a triumphant exodus from "toxic" origins. But make no mistake: this is profound abuse, inflicted not only on friends, employers, and parents, but on the innocent children caught in the crossfire. You have modeled for them precisely how to wound the ones who love them most.

You dismiss the scars your parents bear—the betrayals, the heartbreak. Life's imperfections cannot be erased by alienation. In the end, this path leads to isolation: a generation adrift, surrounded by echoes of their own making.

The toll is catastrophic. Parents, hollowed by grief, have ended their lives. Others exist as shadows of their former selves. A staggering 76% of Gen X parents face outright alienation; the remaining 24% live in terror, self-censoring every word to avert the same fate.

Social media amplifies the assault. Dare to speak, and a digital mob of estranged adult children descends: "You must have deserved it." Most parents retreat into anguished silence, their voices extinguished.

You have stripped them of dignity to elevate your narrative. But your children observe every act. Grandparents will pass before reconciliation, leaving grandchildren with irreparable voids—robbed of loving bonds by parental selfishness.

This "trend" has metastasized into unimaginable anguish. Toxic positivity claims countless victims, eroding families from within.

To the estranged: Let your parents "wash your face." They love you fiercely. They were never your enemy.

If you are enduring this pain—parent or child—know you are not alone, though isolation may whisper otherwise. Seek solace in support groups, trusted confidants. I am here, unwavering. Reach out without hesitation.

Peace, profound Love, and EnJoy the fervent wish that you embrace life fully.

Log Home Mom

To our sweet babies, we love you dearly, we will be here when you are ready.

Grand Parent Alienation

2023-08-20T00:10:00.002-04:00

I feel you Grandparents!

Hug those babies extra for all of the amazing grandparents that can’t 💔💔💔💔

Pray for our Children

2023-08-02T10:36:00.001-04:00

Being a parent is one of the hardest endeavors you will ever encounter. The blessings are tremendous but so is the heartache. We worry about school, boyfriends, grades, friends, insecurities, hurt, and more that we couldn’t imagine. There comes a time that we have NO choice but to give it over to God. Pray a hedge of protection and love around your children today and every day. Pray they remember the roots they come from and always find their way ‘home’ ~ Log Home Mom 💖

Genesis 21:1–21

Letting go

‘What is the matter, Hagar? Do not be afraid; God has heard the boy crying…’ Then God opened her eyes and she saw a well of water. So… she gave the boy a drink. (NIV)

Ishmael at 14 would have been a teenage nightmare with a nature like his. The birth of Isaac would seriously have put his nose out of joint; so the ‘taunting’ of five-year-old Isaac erupted out of jealousy and hate, which were potentially lethal. Sarah’s ultimatum gave Abraham a heartbreaking dilemma, but he had finally learned to ask God before making a decision. But why would a loving God tell him to kick out his precious son? God had to protect Isaac and stop Ishmael’s murderous intention. He repeated to Abraham his promise to protect and provide for Ishmael. When Ishmael and Hagar were lost in the desert, it was God himself who rescued them and led them into a successful new life. Sometimes God’s way of blessing the people we love appears harsh at first, but he loves them far more than we do.

Do you find it hard sometimes to trust God to care for the people you love? Yet we get in God’s way when we refuse to let go, because God wants to teach them to rely on him, not us.

I’m wondering why Abraham sent Ishmael and Hagar away without slaves to protect and guide them. Perhaps Hagar, passionate and proud as ever, refused to accept help. Did she run off into the desert, as she had once before (Genesis 16:6)? Deep hurt often results in anger, which causes bad mistakes. She may have been so frightened and furious with God that she forgot his previous love and care; and self-pity blinded her to the nearby well until he showed her.

When life goes badly wrong, I’ve often found myself nursing my hurts because they feel like the only comfort I have left. Yet they can so easily prevent me from turning to God for help.

They are not after you, they are after me!

2023-07-11T00:44:00.004-04:00

This is ME! Log Home Mom

I Aman extreme sexual abuse survivor.

I was threatened and tortured and intimidated to silence.

They want our children!

You can never be too over protected! I was never protected. My parents gave me over to my abusers.

You get one opportunity. ❤️

Some of us have had tough lives!

2023-03-16T16:38:00.002-04:00

Some of us have had tough lives!

I share my struggles of childhood abuse, sexual abuse. Physical abuse and emotional abuse because if I inspire one person, that is good enough.

What Has 2020 Taught Me

2021-03-01T12:58:00.008-05:00

2020 was the year of the devil. There is no doubt we are living in tribulations. I’ve never seen so much evil. It has popped it’s ugly head into everything.

Story of Mr Crow

2020-12-04T15:23:00.003-05:00

Trigger WARNING

My parents moved to, at the time, a small town in Georgia.

They lived next to Mr and Mrs Crow.

The Crows had to of been in their mid to late 80s.

Who is Log Home Mom?

2019-07-25T19:01:00.001-04:00

As my page grows, my reach grows, my interaction grows but with that growth also comes negativity. Not all people have followed my story so they have no true idea of who I am. They just see me, seemingly put together and think I am lucky. Let me tell you luck has nothing to do with who I am.....

Pew Potatoes Something to think about

2019-05-14T07:59:00.001-04:00

Are you a Pew Potato or are you ALL in for HIM??? He wants all of us: our love, our obedience, our compassion, our commitment. Do you love your spouse, your children, do you tithe even when you do not think you can't afford to (you can't afford NOT to, it is His anyway), do you pray, study, open your bible?
Do you wake up in the morning and say "Good Morning God" or "oh, god! it's morning?" . Do you pray before you even get out of bed. I challenge you to try that for a month and see if your life is not different!!!
If we do not believe ALL of the word (not what we choose to or ignore), the bible is NOT a buffet, you can not pick what you like and leave the rest behind. Yes man wrote the book, but the spirit lead the words. God does not have anything in there that HE did not ordain. Without the bible, what do we have? Our own selfishness!! That makes us God and not Him.
If things are not going right in you life, chances are He is trying to get your attention. Sometimes, He is just wanting you to stand on solid ground, stand up for the Word <3 The hardest thing is when you make others upset with you? Or is it, what about HIM, are we driving nails? Are we adding to the weight of the cross? I love you, my friends, live for HIM, not others, not yourself <3

Refurbished Dry Sink in Bath

2018-12-20T14:47:00.001-05:00

I have been wanting to refurbish this dry sink for as long as I have had it. Probably 15 years now. I acquired this piece at an antique store. A man had made it for his wife and she had passed away and it ended up in someone’s booth at the antique store. I felt it was my duty to bring it home.

Welcome to Log Home Mom and Dad’s Chicken Inn

2018-05-25T14:15:00.000-04:00

We have been wanting to start our chicken collection for a few years now. I have done a ton of research, bought my Girl’s book, The Chicken Chick, and many others. Looked over designs. Pinned many items.

Then it happened, March 19^th we walked into our Local Tractor Supply store and there they were, my future flock. Out we walked with 8 chicks. 6 were pullets and two were mixed.

My Father

2017-08-08T10:01:00.000-04:00

My Father died last week. Let me say right off, I will not pretend my father was someone he wasn’t. I also won’t pretend that he is in the sky looking over me. Oh how excited I will be if he is indeed in heaven waiting for me one day with open arms. But the reality is, he never lived a Godly life. He never talked about God. He did talk about the devil. He always said the way he was going to die was riding his horse into hell. But I am getting ahead of myself…

Mother's Day Reflection

2017-05-11T10:20:00.003-04:00

Mother’s should be honored. At least those who have shown what a mother should be, joyous, selfless and loving. But they should be honored every day, not a set day through the year that brings profit to greeting card companies, florists and big box retailers.

Devotion : The Blessed Believe To See

2017-03-10T09:28:00.000-05:00

More often than not people want PROOF that God is real. Funny thing is, the proof is all around us. In the birds, the wind, the perfect sunset, nose hairs, if we indeed did not have a divine Creator (God) explain those things. 

I Am NOT A Nasty Woman

2017-01-23T14:14:00.000-05:00

If you haven't already heard, seems there was a little protest, a march even, that happened around our nation this weekend. The premise was love but what I saw was nothing like that. What I saw was vulgarity, disrespect, hate even, treason, trash littered throughout of streets leaving it up to someone else to clean and yes nastiness.

Meet Our Elf on the Shelve, Firefly

2016-11-09T10:42:00.001-05:00

Last year our Elf made her debute. Now we didn’t have littles that were waiting for her or that she was watching after for Santa. But I do have one grown husband that enjoyed her visits every day. She has been a fun addition to our holidays and we can’t wait for her to come back this year!

Here are her daily antics from 2015…

Homemade Butter

2016-10-09T18:49:00.003-04:00

Who doesn’t love anything homemade?

I think it brings you back to a place you would love to be.

For a wife and a mother, it says love. At least for me. I love to make my family feel good with all of the special touches I add to things, especially homemade goodness. After all, a way to a man’s heart is through his stomach or are we indeed fattening them up for the kill?? I am joking… maybe!

All in or Luke Warm?

2016-09-30T10:52:00.001-04:00

Jesus calls us to disciple like He would. Not that we are God, but we are the World’s view of Him. Let’s face it, the world reads the Christian not the bible. So what does your version of being a Christian sound, look and act like?

All in or Luke Warm?

2016-09-30T10:52:00.000-04:00

Tutus and Tiaras Baby Shower

2016-06-08T15:12:00.000-04:00

Glammy x2, that is now my life. Preparing for this little did not take the effort preparing for the first grandbaby did. I think because you see the importance of the experience instead of making everything perfect for when they arrive. But I could not let her get here without giving her a grand welcoming party.

What Makes a Mother?

2016-05-07T22:09:00.002-04:00

Mother’s Day is a time of the year that I can’t help but to think of the mother who birthed me. I try hard the rest of the year not to. I am the mother I am today because of the mother I had. Not because she was a great mother, because I want to be everything she was not.