Quiero esa historia en rosa , con estrellas fugaces y tu dulce amor a mi lado
Pero también quiero despertar temprano y no llegar tarde al trabajo
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Quiero esa historia en rosa , con estrellas fugaces y tu dulce amor a mi lado
Pero también quiero despertar temprano y no llegar tarde al trabajo
Mi mamá me dijo un día: “hay gente que tienes que soltar y no por eso te dejarán de importar”. Y después de pensarlo, qué razón tiene.
Words Matter For All
What we call people matters. If it didn't, why do people get so upset about sharing the word "mom" with birth moms or get upset hearing what about the real mom aka birth mom.
Why do people get so bent out of shape when asked to think about the impact of their words?
I mean if I were to say my birth mom is my real mom then I'm guessing everyone would scream my adoptive mom is my real mom. If I were to say my adoptive mom is my real mom everyone would be happy and say it's a fact.
If I were to call my birth mom mom, I'm guessing people wouldn't be happy.
If my adoptive mom or myself called my birth mom and dad an egg and sperm donor then everyone would be happy with it.
People correct me all the time when I'm talking about my birth parents. We have to remember words matter for all. Not just for adoptive parents.
I can call my adoptive parents babysitters but I would get hate right? If I called my birth parents egg and sperm donor I would get likes and hugs. Nobody would try to defer me from calling my birth parents and egg or sperm donor. They would defer me from calling my adoptive parents babysitters.
I'm starting to notice this theme in adoption and it's not fair at all. My birth parents are not an egg or sperm donor. My birth parents are real. My birth mom is a mom. My birth dad is a dad. We have to remember how words impact others too.
Now I do get what about your real mom and dad. I was actually confused by this when I was younger but now I try to get where people are coming from. My parents are my parents. They are real. They adopted me. My birth parents are real and they are parents. They just aren't my parents if that makes sense. Everyone is real. This isn't a cartoon.
I also have people tell me I have to choose I can't have more than one mom and dad or the people who raised you are mom and dad. Well, who says that? I have one mom and one dad. I have a birthmom and a birthdad. The people who raised me and adopted me are mom and dad but just because you've raised a child doesn't mean you are mom and dad, if that makes sense. I don't understand why I can't choose all of them;my parents and my birth parents. Just because my birth parents didn't raise me doesn't make them less than. I hate it when people think my birth parents are nothing and should mean nothing to me or I should be happy only with my adoptive parents.
If I decided to say my birth mom is my mom or my birth dad is my dad I should be able to say that. If I say they're all parents then I should be able to say that. I wouldn't be here without my birth parents. I also wouldn't be here without my adoptive parents. We don't need war but we need to be mindful of our words.
I hear people all the time saying, “my real dad.” What exactly is a real dad? Is he the man who helped physically create you? Hell no. A real dad is NOT a sperm donor. A real dad is the man who stepped in and stepped up, when the so called real dad stepped down & out. Sure things happen. Relationships end, marriages fail. But what about the kids? Are the real dads there to calm their fears and dry their tears? It’s highly unlikely. That’s left to the mom to clear up and comfort. Let’s get back to this real dad. The real dad. He’s the guy who enters the relationship knowing how emotionally fragile the children are. He’s the man who introduces himself and speaks to the children as though he has always known them. He’s the man who included the children on dates with the mom. The man who would rather take the children to a movie, swimming, fishing, hiking, camping and on adventures with the mom, rather than being selfish and wanting her all to himself. He’s the man who takes the time to listen to the children. He learns their likes, dislikes, fears, hopes & dreams. He’s the man who helps with the homework and orders pizza for guys nights. He’s the guy who helps teach the children right from wrong, who disciplines when needed. He’s the man who bandages scraped knees and kisses them goodnight. He’s the man who sits in hospital waiting rooms for hours on end because the child is congested, has an infection, or maybe has a fracture or broken bone. He’s the man who teaches them to swim and ride a bike. He’s the man who helps with homework and tries to instill the importance of education in their young minds. He’s the man who doesn’t get any sleep because they’ve had nightmares and just need comfort and maybe a snack, which he readily provides. He’s the man who watches them grow from children into teenagers. Who guides them through adolescence, always with an open ear and a shoulder to lean on when they have school or relationship troubles. He’s the man who argues with them constantly about morals, honor, integrity, responsibility. He’s the man who deserves the title REAL DAD. Does this man want anything in return? Nothing materialistic. This is the man who doesn’t need the public display of thanks. He humbly sits back and watches as the ‘real dad’ comes around once a year or every two years. He’s the man whose heart breaks when their child comes home and throws their arms around him, hugs him, and cries when they realize that the 'real dad’ is a temporary fixture. They realize he’s solid. He’s dependable. He’s the one who is always there for them through the the good, the bad and the ugly. He’s dad.
cuando la clase alta ríe, la clase media , lo soporta, y la clase baja ...llora
the bride of the water god
Batallo con 30 dragones
Subo 10 veces el everst
Construyó puentes en la luna
Pinto obras de arte
Y nada deseo más que un abrazo para aliviar esta soledad.
Quiero ser frágil de vez en cuando
wishing for a dad like this.
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