Insensitive Children

How I wish that made me feel better! My daughter and her husband came out to Virginia the beginning of the is month, for family business. But they didn’t tell me of course since my daughter doesn’t speak to me anymore. I know what the family business is, and since my son refuses to acknowledge me, I wasn’t about to interject myself into his life – even as a support for him. I’m not a glutton for punishment. (Well maybe I am since I can’t stop loving my children even though they hate me.)   My son-in-law once told me that if ‘anything had happened’, they would let me know. Well lets see…. that was after I begged someone to tell me if I had a third grandchild or not, and if my daughter made it through the delivery – I had heard not a single word, despite repeated pleas.

  • Now, my daughter and son-in-law have moved and I have no new address. That’s an important ‘something that happened’ don’t you think?
  • They were close to my area (relatively speaking since they live in California) and didn’t let me know. I would have thought that would be a great ‘something that happened’ but I guess they didn’t want to have to hurt me by saying I couldn’t visit with them while they were out here…. Oh wait, they really don’t care about hurting me.
  • My daughter is pregnant with my fourth grandchild. That’s somewhat important, and a ‘something that happened’ but… they couldn’t be bothered to let me know, I had to read it on her blog.
I have to think that they are a product of their raising. Since I wasn’t allowed to be a large part of their lives, or given the respect I deserved for being their mother, they weren’t taught some very important life lessons: the most important is respect. The second, don’t be cruel and hurtful. Another lesson: how to think for themselves. What about: how to not judge a person until you’ve walked a mile in their shoes. And so much more I could fill a book.   All they know is narrow minded thinking. Learned at the knee of their narrow minded and vicious grandmother and follower father.   Good job folks – I hope you’re proud of the kind of people you influenced my children to be. Especially with my son – you did SUCH a great job on him didn’t you?   Don’t mind me, I’m only ranting so I’m not screaming because it hurts so much…]]>


Hope… its one of the strongest emotions I know. I’m hopeful Michael finds a house soon, I’m hopeful the move goes smoothly, I’m hopeful everyone in my family stays well…  I’m hopeful my children come home.

But now the LORD says, “Do not weep any longer, for I will reward you. Your children will come back to you from the distant land of the enemy. There is hope for your future,” says the LORD. “Your children will come again to their own land.”  Jeremiah 31:16-17
I’m especially hopeful that someday my children will want to know me, that they will no longer be so influenced and controlled by those who have swayed them from me.   In recent weeks, I’ve gotten a surprise homemade bar of soap from my daughter’s ETSY store, and also a Mother’s Day card from her.  (Did the happy dance around the house!) So, hope to me, is the strongest emotion…]]>