MY Grandparents

 Our future generation is lost. As I was raised, not one time did I fear my grandparents. However, I did not have to. I HAD RESPECT! No matter what, I took the time, so much time, to listen to their life story. Seriously was my blessing. I held onto every word. The most incredible humans I have ever had to the opportunity to know. I took the time God gave us, and held onto every word, I never wanted to walk away. I set in a trance. the life they lived vs today, I would in a heartbeat, choose theirs.  I was taught to respect my elders, to use my manners, I would never have the audacity to "set rules" for them to be involved in my life. This just is ridiculous! I came from them, generations of them. They raised children, my ancestor's raised children. I remember when I gave birth to my children, if grandma gave me advice vs a doctors, I chose hers. She successfully did this twice herself., Right? Sorry folks, no google, no baby books, or birthing books, no how to raise children, ancestors. This generation takes "google" advice vs their ancestors. Ok, do it according to the way you want... ok. However, do not for one second, judge anyone else either for the way they did it or the way they are, now. I am to accept you for you, how is it not the same in return? I have three children, that I raised, alone. I was present at every school event, hospital stay, broken bones, heart breaks, break ups, mistakes they made, and to watch them become successful. I carried them. I changed diapers, all of them. I fed them, all feedings. I held them, wiped their tears away.  NO matter what mistake they have or continue to make, love them unconditionally. Encouraged them to be happy and live life to the fullest. No matter how many times they fell down, I picked them back up... No matter what time, or day, if they needed or need me, no questions asked, PRESENT! no excuses. no judgement. Oh, you said this, or did that, or hurt me, like no other. NOPE none of this, PRESENT! it is called unconditional love. Just like Jesus loves me. I never left them, did drugs, nor was I an alcoholic, or nor did I have CPS or better yet, their father's at the door, taking my children, due to my being a bad mother. Now my children have little hostages, since I don't behave to their liking, my grandchildren are hostages. I have "hurt" my children or whomever in their direct lives. Ok, because that hasn't gone both ways. to the point that I felt unwanted, made fun of, ridiculed by other family members, not mine. Today this holds so very true, not one person would ever make my children feel unwelcomed, never, never... I love them, unconditionally, always have and will. However, I am was not allowed to discuss my hurt. Or express my pain. Listen folks, this is a two way street. I have expressed many times just how sorry I am for the pain I caused to each and everyone. How many times, has this been reciprocated? this < and then I am told I need counseling, well let me tell you something, I needed to heal from my past, real truth, however I never thought part of that process would be because of the pain they have and still do cause. I pray that their children never judged them for the mistakes they will make as parents, Perfection died on the cross.