Women, Their Bodies, Wrinkles And Scars…

from A Momma’s View​

A Momma's View

We all know how much most of us struggle with parts of our bodies. There are wrinkles, weight gain, stretch marks, cellulite and pimples that need to be fought. Or at least we think so.

For years now the beauty industry has done an amazing job telling us women that we need to keep looking like a 20 year old. That wrinkles, stretch marks and all the other nice little come-alongs are pure evil.

Never do we hear that they tell a story. Never to we get to hear that they are part of us and that life can be totally fine with them. Never are we assured that men will love us and find us attractive even with all those little lines. Yes, it happens! More than you think! Because men are not as superficial either. At least most of them. They see us too. The true us. Not…

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Gateways Of Relativity

what if death is the end?

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The boy had just lost his father. Sobbing with eyes too proud for tears, he held onto the widow. Tucking her head under his chin, he closed his eyes, perhaps paying the first visit to this new graveyard. They stood alone in the chaos of the emergency room, each in a different world of grief. And I wonder standing here.

Where was that exact moment when he was and suddenly he wasn’t?

Is it that abrupt? Is it that absolute?

There is a last breath; yes, with a static heart. But that is not where we step into the underworld, anxiously glancing at that expensive watch waiting for the ferryman. It is at this time that resuscitation pumps the heart from outside. So you should make a point of encouraging those around you to go to the gym once in a while and learn CPR. Who knows they might be…

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For You, My Son

I can imagine how it feels to be loved like this by a Mother…and I’m thrilled to know that mothers like this exist. 🙂

A Momma's View

Where did my baby go? The little baby boy I immediately had a deep connection with? I look up and see a wonderful teenage boy. A young man in the making. A young man, a teenage boy I still feel deeply connected to. Somewhere in there, I’m sure, still sits this wonderful little baby boy you were just a couple of years ago. Oh you are still wonderful, don’t get me wrong! You will always be, even when you are a grown up man.

Crazy… if I add the same amount of years to your age now that you already spent on this planet then you actually will be a grown up man…

Time flies. It really does. And I guess you only truly notice when you have kids. Sometimes it’s almost like you walked around the corner and everything is suddenly different. I feel like I could make one…

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