I almost feel sorry for Kevin.
WTFKevin is my new phrase for when my kids do something and I thought I raised them better than that.
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I almost feel sorry for Kevin.
WTFKevin is my new phrase for when my kids do something and I thought I raised them better than that.
Take a shower, wash off the day. Drink a glass of water. Make the room dark. Lie down and close your eyes. Notice the silence. Notice your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. You made it, after all. You made it, another day. And you can make it one more. Youâre doing just fine.
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It is Roland's first birthday today. Very very hard day. Henri is in his outfit today, tomorrow we are having ice cream cake with family. Today I am crying.
The truth is that sometimes, there is nothing you could have done to stop them from leaving you; from hurting you; from hating you; from breaking you.
And to hold yourself responsible for something that you could not have stopped is senseless and painful. So stop, take a breath, and refocus your energy towards loving yourself, nourishing yourself, healing yourself, and hugging yourself.
Saw this. Saved this. Lived this.
I miss you, And not in a âitâs one in the morning, Iâm so lonely, looking through old picturesâ kind of way. I miss you, In a âmy friends are all laughing, and so am I, but somehow you still havenât left my mindâ kind of way. I miss you, And not in a âsomeone asked me how you were today and I realized I didnât know the answerâ kind of way. I miss you, In a ânobody has brought you up in months, but I still tell stories about youâ kind of way. I miss you, And not in a âitâs Valentineâs Day and Iâm aloneâ kind of way. I miss you, In a âyou did well on a test and I want to be the first person you tellâ kind of way. I miss you. I donât just miss the idea of you. I miss you.
excerpt from an unfinished book #59 // âbreaking up is hard to doâ (via un-predictible)
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These dudes are fucking legit. Â They donât just show up one day in court, either, they actually make friends with the kids and let them know they have a support system and that there are people in the world who care about them and will always have their back. Â And less important, but also cool, is that the few times a couple of them have come into my cafe, theyâve been super friendly and polite and when I told one of the guys that I noticed his Bikers Against Child Abuse patch and wanted him to know how awesome I thought he was because of it, he got kind of shy and blushed and said, âThe kids are the awesome ones, we just let them know theyâre allowed to be brave.â
The source is long, but so, so good. These men and women are available in 36 states, 24 hours a day to stand guard at home, in court, at school, even if the child has a nightmare. Many of them are survivors of childhood abuse as well, and know what itâs like to feel scared and alone.
In court that day, the judge asked the boy, âAre you afraid?â No, the boy said.
Pipes says the judge seemed surprised, and asked, âWhy not?â
The boy glanced at Pipes and the other bikers sitting in the front row, two more standing on each side of the courtroom door, and told the judge, âBecause my friends are scarier than he is.â
Actual tears.. hnngh
Show me more of people like this, world. I give up on humans too easily.
where do i sign up for this,i want to be in this gang
This is fucking amazing. It may be out of character for me to say this but rock on
Bikers Against Child Abuse was founded in 1995 by a Native American child psychologist whose ride name is Chief, when he came across a young boy who had been subjected to extreme abuse and was too afraid to leave his house. He called the boy to reach out to him, but the only thing that seemed to interest the child was Chiefâs bike. Soon, some 20 bikers went to the boyâs neighborhood and were able to draw him out of his house for the first time in weeks.
Chiefâs thesis was that a child who has been abused by an adult can benefit psychologically from the presence of even more intimidating adults that they know are on their side. âWhen we tell a child they donât have to be afraid, they believe us,â Arizona biker Pipes told azcentral.com. âWhen we tell them we will be there for them, they believe us.â ( Article)
More about BACA, from their site
My parents are a part of this organization and they are metal af
They go on runs to protect the child if they feel even the slightest threatened no matter where. If the child needs them to go on vacation with them, they do. Bikers come from across the nation to watch over and take shifts for these kids. And the best part is once youâre adopted into this family as a BACA kid, youâre always one. Even when youâre 40 and the perp gets released from jail, theyâll come meet with you and find your best options for avoiding the person and maintaining the life youâve built for yourself. Once a BACA child, always a BACA child. In Florida, thereâs 100% rate for identifying the perp based on the childâs testimony. Why? Because BACA stands with the child and supports the child so they feel comfortable enough to point out their attacker.
Whatâs better than a badass biker gang being on your side???
NATIVE AMERICAN CHILD PSYCHOLOGIST WHO IS A BIKER AND NAMED HIMSELF CHIEF HELL YES IâM HERE FOR THAT AND BIKERS BEING BAD ASS TO PROTECT KIDS. HELL YEAH.
itâs back! I will always reblog BACA
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Nights are honestly the worst.
So scared. Waiting for June 11 and it to be passed how long Roland lived for. I hope it will make me less fearful.
11 months ago today we met our first son Roland, 4 days ago we met his little brother Hendrix for the first time. This next month will definitely be one of the most difficult periods of time for me, next month Roland would have been a year old and by that time Hendrix will be older than his brother was when he passed away. Is it painful? Yes but I love both of these little boys so so much and it's worth it. (Ps this is actually from yesterday)
Henri was born yesterday!