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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQERX8zeSp7ImA9WhRVEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911457750764904043</id><updated>2012-01-09T15:51:44.181-05:00</updated><category term="individuals" /><category term="humans" /><category term="women" /><category term="babies" /><category term="business" /><category term="hello" /><category term="Urban Youth Impact" /><category term="speaking" /><category term="Kindness" /><category term="Parenting" /><category term="Friends" /><category term="Balance life" /><category term="Manners" /><category term="Daughters" /><category term="woman" /><category term="wives" /><category term="relationships" /><category term="projects" /><category term="all" /><category term="single parenting" /><category term="Parents" /><category term="medical" /><category term="authors" /><category term="Learning" /><category term="people" /><category term="respect" /><category term="Mothers" /><category term="Single Parents" /><category term="Children" /><category term="girls" /><category term="Fathers" /><category term="togetherness" /><category term="family" /><category term="Love" /><category term="girl" /><category term="service company" /><category term="men" /><category term="loneliness" /><category term="A mothers Love" /><category term="behavior problems" /><category term="Pain" /><category term="Pass away" /><category term="writing" /><category term="Dieing" /><category term="hospital" /><title>Parental Revelations</title><subtitle type="html">This blog is about my journey as a single mother.  What I have learned from my daughter and what she continues to teach me everyday.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://parentalrevelations.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://parentalrevelations.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>Inspire All</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00418094096802431979</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UwwbCL3LWyY/Sst1pki3kEI/AAAAAAAAAEM/xKnZBPOoXo4/S220/Shannon-Fixed-Large-8-rgb.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentalRevelations" /><feedburner:info uri="parentalrevelations" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MGRXw_cCp7ImA9WhZREU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911457750764904043.post-5169545106228429130</id><published>2011-04-06T16:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T16:23:44.248-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-06T16:23:44.248-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="woman" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wives" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="girls" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Children" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="togetherness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="men" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Balance life" /><title>Guest Blogger: Relationships by BalanceJ</title><content type="html">There’s nothing like spending quality time with your kids. Today I spent time with my two beautiful daughters; we took a nice bike ride around the neighborhood and played catch in the front yard and it didn’t cost me a dime. As a neighbor was driving by, he stopped to reminisce when his father played catch with him. Here’s a middle age male talking about how those were some of his best memories with his father.&lt;br /&gt;
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As parents, we think it takes extravagant trips or buying nice things to woe our kids; however there’s nothing further from the truth. There’s nothing better than the simple moments; they are usually free and the one’s kids remember most. &lt;br /&gt;
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It saddens me to know that there are kids out there who don’t have a father and/or mother playing their part because of whatever excuse they use. Kids are truly the future; they come into the world as a blank sheet of paper waiting to be filled with nothing but positive encouragement. All it takes is time. If you don’t fill that void, someone else will be it positive or negative.&lt;br /&gt;
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I love my two daughters to death and couldn’t imagine living without them. So the next time you check your wallet or purse and don’t find anything in it, just remember that all kids really want is your time and attention.&lt;br /&gt;
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I challenge you to spend at least an hour a day with your child doing simple activities for one week; activities such as board games, playing catch, going for a walk, or riding a bike are just a few simple ideas. Let me know the outcome. Don’t be surprised 10 years from now your kid talks about those moments.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;***&lt;a href="http://balancej.wordpress.com/"&gt;BalanceJ&lt;/a&gt; is a guest blogger whose blog is geared toward helping others balance their life&amp;nbsp;from spiritual&amp;nbsp;through mental health.&amp;nbsp; He is a married father of two, who seeks to better the lives of others, one person at&amp;nbsp;a time.&amp;nbsp; Check out his blog (click on his name) and let him know what you think and where you heard about him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hopeforyou.com"&gt;HOPEFORYOU.COM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911457750764904043-5169545106228429130?l=parentalrevelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Today was proof of that. She asked his girlfriend inappropriate questions and spoke to him as if he was a friend. The problem with this is that my brother does not say anything to her; he just comes back and speaks to either me or my mother about it. I have spoke to her about this issue as well as grounded her; still the result was the same (evidence today). Now, I am about to start something new, RESPECT is do or nothing will be GIVEN! How do you think this will go over with her? Pray for me, this is uncharted territory for me with this little/big girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hopeforyou.com"&gt;HOPEFORYOU.COM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911457750764904043-8049177588650072971?l=parentalrevelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;Often, I find myself being a BARREL OF WATER when it comes to my daughter and the special events that take place in her life. One such event was her "Thanksgiving Feast Celebration Program", which took place at &lt;a href="http://www.urbanyouthimpact.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Urban Youth Impact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, the afterschool center that she attends. The idea (what I took away from it) of this program was for the children to act/learn what a servant of GOD is supposed to facilitate: GIVING. The giving part was acted out by the children serving all the parents of their grade level dinner. It also was for the children to show their humble appreciation to their parents. The appreciation was shown by a series of mini speeches given by the children prompted by a question from their mentor, “Why are you thankful for your parents?” &lt;br /&gt;
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As to be expected tears begin to form in my eyes as my daughter’s turn to speak approaches. Partly because she was being shy, because of all the extra unknown people in the audience that she did not know. &lt;br /&gt;
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The question was asked “Why are you thankful for your parents” and my daughter placed her hands up to her eyes and made a slit in one of them so that she could eye me while speaking, and said “Because she loves me”. In that instant, the tears just flowed with ease. I was so proud of her and it touched my heart greatly that she remembered without a shadow of a doubt that MOMMY LOVES HER INFINITY! But I had to remember that we were around her friends and that she is getting older; so I quickly cleared traces of the tears from my chicks and eyes, mouthed to her that she did an excellent job and that I was so proud of her.&lt;br /&gt;
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I could not help but yell inside a resounding: YES, SHE GETS IT! Finally, a verbal confirmation that I am raising a child who is socially and ethically aware of others. GOD is GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;MOMMY loves you infinity, Makenly!&amp;nbsp; Thank you for being my cover through the storms!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hopeforyou.com"&gt;HOPEFORYOU.COM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911457750764904043-4356301760524960529?l=parentalrevelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UwwbCL3LWyY/TOFd_KYl-MI/AAAAAAAAAGE/3fHU7uTkMVc/s1600/help1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="171" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UwwbCL3LWyY/TOFd_KYl-MI/AAAAAAAAAGE/3fHU7uTkMVc/s200/help1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With that said, I co-authored a book, which was released October 28th, titled Transformation: Reinventing the Woman Within (ask me about it, I think you will like what you hear).&amp;nbsp; Therefore, I am in need of someone good to create an authors page on blogger to aid me in promoting&amp;nbsp;and selling this and other books.&amp;nbsp; Because, I recognize that I can't do everything, I am reaching out and saying HELP to anyone who knows someone who can help me with this project.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This is my post today from a "Superwoman Syndrome" mother who is realizing that she can't possibly do everything herself and is looking for people who have the same values as she does to work with!&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELP!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hopeforyou.com"&gt;HOPEFORYOU.COM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911457750764904043-5181395086179488518?l=parentalrevelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwwbCL3LWyY/TNRLxn-ph7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/GOep-MTjNlY/s1600/Hospital.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwwbCL3LWyY/TNRLxn-ph7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/GOep-MTjNlY/s1600/Hospital.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5:15a.m. - Alarm goes off and our day started off&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;6:40a.m. - We leave the house with destination hospital in sight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;8:00a.m. - Nurse calls munchkin back&lt;br /&gt;
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8:35a.m. - Bone density X-ray taken (this was quick and easy)&lt;br /&gt;
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9:15a.m. - It took 4 people (me and three nurses) to hold my daughter so that she could get her IV. &lt;br /&gt;
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10:00a.m. - She cries that she is hungry and needs to eat NOW!&lt;br /&gt;
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10:35a.m. - She begin to cry louder that she needs to eat NOW!&lt;br /&gt;
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This small schedule is just a glimpse of what I had to contend with on that day. Every thirty minutes, blood was taken and after 4 hours of my daughter crying and being insistent that she needed to eat; it was over! 1:3 never looked so good! I could have hugged the clock in a momentous embrace. She was able to eat finally and the monster went away and my sweet baby girl reappeared. After arriving home I needed a nap, I felt like I was a preschooler who missed their nap! &lt;br /&gt;
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My daughter has an unhealthy fear of needles; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOMETIMES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! It is a weird situation where she is deadly afraid sometimes and less fearful other times. How do I begin to break her of this fear, knowing that this will not be her final meeting with a needle? Any suggestions, please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hopeforyou.com"&gt;HOPEFORYOU.COM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911457750764904043-6640480180153723087?l=parentalrevelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I can't help but look at her and feel that she is missing out on so much, by my selective behavior in the opposite sex.&amp;nbsp; But when I think of how much she means to me and how much I want her life to be as diverse and full of greatness, one thought comes to mind:&amp;nbsp; How can I not be selective in who I introduce into our lives?&lt;br /&gt;
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As the story continues to unfold, I dream of grander times when I can share this life that I am building with a person willing to accept the gift that we have to offer!&amp;nbsp; I struggle with not revealing to much&amp;nbsp;or being to personal on this blog; however these random thoughts tonight needed to be expressed!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I hope you don't mind.&amp;nbsp; Have a great Halloween Everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hopeforyou.com"&gt;HOPEFORYOU.COM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911457750764904043-5931486891289688378?l=parentalrevelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Are we under an illusion that the world still has some good in it?&lt;br /&gt;
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Have we seen so much bad that we tend to expect the worst from everyone that we meet?&lt;br /&gt;
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As a society, are we that disheartened that we think the worst in people without even knowing them or what they are about? It seems that way! I initiated a conversation with another friend who was in the military about this topic. He stated that since 9-11 he has become apprehensive of any and everyone that were not family members. I told him that I have become that way of everyone since I became a parent and the child abduction rates have sky rocketed. As an adult I can remember a simpler time when Halloween was a time to look forward to, not a time to analyze candy or decide to give a party instead of going door to door. A simpler time, when someone came up to you and gave you a quarter, you said “thank you” and went to the ice cream truck. Now we teach our children that you never take money or anything from strangers.&lt;br /&gt;
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Is kindness a dying art form in our communities today or do we have to look deep for the great community that we envision? The lessons that I teach my daughter are in direct conflict with how our society is. I teach the biblical lessons of being kind to someone even though they may not be kind to you. As a seven year old this is very hard for her, because she expects everyone to be kind and if they are not she wants to treat them the same way they treat her (work in progress). I also teach her to see the good in a person even when they only show her the bad (I am working on this one as well, I tend to just shy away from dealing with that person at all, too much stress. Ironically, she does the same thing). I also tell her that you should not expect the worst (Even though most people expect the worst and is shocked by the best). &lt;br /&gt;
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Having these conversations with these two individuals have started me to think about the foundation that I am building with my daughter and the vision that she will have toward life. Am I setting her up for a hard fall or am I giving her a positive outlook for a gloomy future filled with not so kind people? &lt;br /&gt;
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Don’t get me wrong, I teach her to have survival instinct as well such as don’t talk to strangers, everyone is not your friend, be a leader not a follower, fight for yourself; do not let anyone bully you in to anything, be yourself ;an original, and most importantly, love yourself that way you won’t fall for anything! But I want her to also have a POSITIVE outlook on life instead of being one of those people who are always NEGATIVE about everything and everybody (we all know someone like this)! &lt;br /&gt;
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Am I asking for too much? This is my Friday rant on KINDNESS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hopeforyou.com"&gt;HOPEFORYOU.COM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911457750764904043-8684615502185011884?l=parentalrevelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwwbCL3LWyY/S9h7uJN9wVI/AAAAAAAAAFk/7aistd47Uc8/s1600/thumbnail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwwbCL3LWyY/S9h7uJN9wVI/AAAAAAAAAFk/7aistd47Uc8/s1600/thumbnail.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lately, my life has had a few curves and detours. And my baby has been along for the ride experiencing a little more than what I wanted her too. But never the less she deals with it gracefully (as any 7 year old can). Yesterday, it kind of came to a breaking down point for me through a single gesture of thoughtfulness. &lt;br /&gt;
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We had arrived home as we always do and my daughter instantly started her homework. After, that was done she helped me prepare dinner. Once we ate, I instructed her to clean her room up. As always her happy little comment was "can I vacuum the floor too?” Ever since she conquered her fear of the vacuum cleaner it has been no stopping her. LOL So without instruction, she began to vacuum the floor in the living room as well. In that moment my eyes whelped up and I gave her a big huge and told her thank you for being considerate enough to do that without being asked to do so. She smiled and said "you're welcome, mommy". Now, looking back I realize that I was a BIG BARREL OF WATER yesterday. LOL....Enjoy your day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hopeforyou.com"&gt;HOPEFORYOU.COM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911457750764904043-2403499185523044365?l=parentalrevelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;To give my daughter a small glimpse into just how much she has affected my life and just how much I appreciate her, I wrote this letter to her titled: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You mean the World!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwwbCL3LWyY/S7DQiia9ZKI/AAAAAAAAAFY/-OSFr3MyZ4s/s1600/HerTimeWellSpent.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UwwbCL3LWyY/S7DQiia9ZKI/AAAAAAAAAFY/-OSFr3MyZ4s/s200/HerTimeWellSpent.jpg" width="186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;How do I begin to explain my un-defining love and appreciation I have for you little one? You were never planned, but you were expected. You were foretold to me months before I knew you existed; yet I felt as if you were with me always. I feel like you came into my life to give me direction back to the path God had laid out, you gave me a purpose and most of all you filled me with so much LOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;As a parent I look at you and see a beautiful and intelligent little girl who I want to succeed based on her choices, wants and beliefs in life. My prayer and fear is that I can give back to you an ounce of what you bring to me on a daily basis. As a single parent, I worry so much about small and big things in regards to our life. But each and every time I look into your eyes you bring a brightness to my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Our bond did not begin after you were born, that unbreakable bond that we have was created before I laid my eyes upon you! You stick by me through sickness and good times. You are always understanding, you are never un-thoughtful, and you are always willing to help. What more could a mother ask for? You are not perfect, nor do you try to be; but with all your imperfections you give your all when it comes to ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I hope and I pray that I can be as great of a mother to you as a GREAT of a daughter you are to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I LOVE YOU INFINITY, Munchkin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Today, I took a figurative look through my daughter’s eyes at the people who we encounter every day. I have worked hard to instill manners, values and an unbreakable foundation in my daughter. But looking around today I see so many individuals, old and young alike, who are lacking the basic fundamentals of life. The main one that I am referring to is courtesy! As I walked down the corridors, I did what I am accustom to doing; I looked each person in the eye, and either nodding my head and gave a gracious smile (if they were talking but made eye contact with me) or I said hello. Out of the maybe 20 people (estimate) I passed only 7 bothered to give a gesture in return! &lt;br /&gt;
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This is sad! Looking back I use to get so upset when my daughter was younger. She would speak to individuals and some would ignore her. I can remember thinking to myself "what kind of person does not speak to a child". But as time has went on my daughter continues to speak even without a response, even though I can tell that it bothers her sometimes when the greeting is not delivered in return. &lt;br /&gt;
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Once again, my daughter has taught me to continue speaking. But how ironic I just begin to take note of how people now are so distant, even when a greeting is sent their way. It makes me wonder, am I teaching my daughter an OLD rule that needs to be modified based on today's society?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hopeforyou.com"&gt;HOPEFORYOU.COM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911457750764904043-3905454657725609830?l=parentalrevelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ten minutes after I gave up the attempt to journey into her mind, a faint voice entered my thoughts by saying “Mommy, I do not want you to pass away”, “What would I do without you”. I was surprised by her expression and was immediately jolted into stating to her that “She will be okay, God will be here to help her through difficult times”. Her response to me was classic; “I am too little to be without you”. With a smile on my face and a nod of my head I said “God willing I will live to see you graduate from school, start your own family and surpass what I have achieved in life”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;This conversation began while we watched the Loretta Claiborne story. When the actress began to cry because her mom died, I automatically turned my attention to my daughter to view what her reaction was to this moment. Her face had become sadden as she took it all in. Once she realized that I was watching her, she turned and asked “Why is she sad, mommy.” I said to her that the lady is sad because her mom passed away. At this particular instance, I could tell by the look she had that this would come back up soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And so it did! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;But reminiscing about my childhood brings back these same memories that I use to have as a youth. I did not want to pass away early and miss out on my family. I use to think of death and stare off into the sky and think of the future and it would bring me to tears thinking of the what-if’s. How ironic we as adults think that our children are so different from us, when in essence they are miniature replicas of ourselves waiting to&amp;nbsp;blossom into their unique selves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;After the conversation was over and she settled back into her set as we continued on our way home, I could not help but to think&lt;/span&gt; “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LIKE MOTHER, LIKE DAUGHTER!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hopeforyou.com"&gt;HOPEFORYOU.COM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7911457750764904043-4127300033045563219?l=parentalrevelations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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