"A Tribute to Mothers"

Where have all the "mothers" gone? I mean, biologically we know they are here, seeing as how children are born everyday. But in this day and age the true definition of a mother has begun to vanish amongst today's generation.
I sat in my room one day and was watching a usual episode of the Maury show. The topic was something about how teens were wild and crazy and basically couldn't be controlled by their parents, especially the mothers. How can this be the case? Is the mother not the parent? How can the same person that brought her children into this world be disrespected by the same children? Is it the mother's fault? Is it the children's fault? Or could it be society's fault?
I walk through the mall sometimes, and when I see young girls out with friends, I see that the girls began to look a great deal like their best friend that is walking with them that day. Of course, this is from looking far away. As I get closer, I see that this is actually her mother---dressing like her child, talking like her child, pretty much being a teen just like her daughter. Though one may say, "Well, maybe her mother is just her best friend," I have to wonder to myself if that really is the case.
My mother is my best friend in this whole world. She has never steered me in the wrong direction, and I know that she will always do right by me. However, though she is my bff, she is my mother first. I think that that is where the so called mothers of today are going wrong. They are so quick to want to be their kid's best friend, that they often forget how to be a real mother.
To me the true mothers can be found in those generations that my generation know as the baby boomers and even some from other generations as well. Those mothers worked hard to see to it that their children had what they needed in life, and the children of that time appreciated such. Those mothers were not afraid to whip out a belt and discipline their children. Those mothers knew what it was like to really see to it that your children were well-behaved when they went out to other places, and even in other places another mother was going to be your mother if you cut up lol. Either way, the mothers of those generations were and still are the true definitions of mothers.
Nowadays, we have children raising children, whether they are their own children or merely the siblings. But why is this the case? We can't always blame the children. The Bible says to raise up a child in the way he should go and when he is old he will not depart from it. That scripture reigns true today as it did over 2000 years ago. The training of a child under the guidance of a good mother begins at home. This Mother's Day, see to it that you truly consider who the true mothers of today are, in addition to the one in your home. Realize that you only get one mother in this world and everyday, you let her know that you love her and really mean it. Meanwhile, just pray that these new generations of mothers get it together and look for inspiration in the true living and non-living definitions of a true mother.

Weapon of Choice

What do you say to someone who has lost all or someone who is at the end of their rope? Do you say something to them, or do you just let them find their way to a higher level? How does one find the strength to hold on to the end of that rope when day by day their grip becomes more and more loose?
I used to think that if I fight hard enough for something, I'll eventually get the chance to have it. But what if the fight is just so exhausting that you feel that you have no other choice but to give up? You try and block every blow that comes your way, but after about 100+ blows, you become weaker and weaker. Now, it comes to a point where I know that some fights just aren't worth fighting.
With my fights in life, I've found that most of my weapons have been my heart and my tears. How could those be my weapons of choice? Rather than rage, hatred, shallowness, stubborness, or even hurtful words full of violence, I chose to use my heavy heart and acid-filled tears. With every blow, my heart becomes a bit heavier. With every jab my tears burn my skin. With every kick my heart carries another burden. With every cut my tears blaze my skin. If the fight is such a burdent on me, why do I bother ro fight it? If that's the case, why does anyone bother to fight a battle? The answer is simple: for the sake of happiness.
At the end of a fight, happiness can be found. Whether it's the joy of winning, the smile on a face, the sadness of the opponent, or merely the courage of going out to fight-- that happiness will be found. However, it's the pursuit of that happiness that develops character. And that character is where the true champion of the fight lies. The initial stage of the fight is within ourselves-- should I fight or should I quit? Next comes our weapons of choice-- how shall my opponent be defeated? What is my opponent's weakness? The third stage is to pursue one's happiness-- how much do I love my right to happiness? The final stage is to find the champion within, known as our character. The harder one fights, the more developed the character.
So why do I fight? Why is my heart so heavy? Why do my tears sting so much? Because my character, my heart, and my inner champion are worth the fight-- a fight that only a true champion with the heart and character of a fighter can fight.

Happiness in Loneliness

There are times in life when one mus have to walk alone. Some have to do it for a minute, some a day. Many have to do it for a month, many more for years.
So many times, "alone time" has been equated with sadness, heartache, and pain. There are very few moments when such a time can be used for something good. However, it is during the times whe happiness can be found in aloneness that one will no longer be alone. For instance, I have been one of those individuals that has walked the path of loneliness for years. I was always the one that never seemed to fit in. Though I shed the tears and had no one to dry them for me, I eventually drew a lesson from that walk. Throughout that time of loneliness, I had gone through several phases before I could become satisfied with who I truly was. I had spent so much time trying to fit in with others, that when asked who I was, I couldn't answer. But during that alone time, I found who I was and became happy with who I looked at in the mirror. Once I found that happiness, I found a group that I naturally belonged to. A group who loved who I was and never desired for me to change. I had finally found a group that I can call my sisters.
So alone time doesn't always have to be equated with sadness. Nor does it have to be a path of tears. However, loneliness can be equated with discovery. It is those that are not afraid to venture off into a dork, lonely place that make great discoveries; and that's what life is all about: finding out who you are and discovering the true treasures of life.