Boys Boys Boys. . .

~Sept, 2012
We had some visitors over and of course A and E were bouncing off the walls. Head butting their legs, jumping on their back and freaking out. So I chucked them both in the kitchen and told them, "You are out of control." Angrily A turns to me, hands on his hips and snaps, "No Mom! YOU are out of control!"

~Aug. 2012
A comes up to me and tells me very officially, "Mom, I'm smarter than you. I'm not smarter than Dad, but I am smarter than you."

~July 4th, 2012
A and E were wrestling today and it was A's day. He was doing really good keeping his little brother subdued, although E put up a pretty good fight. Once they were finished, Daddy and I told E he did a really good job! He looked over at Daddy M angrily from the floor and said, "No, I din not!!" he flailed his arms on the ground and continued, "He's still alive!"

~June 2012
E and A were playing T-ball today with A's new gear. I of course laid down the rules. No hitting anyone with the bat. No swinging at the ball until every body and body part is clear. Simple enough. Not 5 minutes into it, I hear a blood curdling scream from A. E runs inside, eyes big, and says, "I din'n know what I was doing!" Big brother had a pretty good goose egg on his head.

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Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Who Gave You the Right

I have learned a few things about myself during my 23 years of life on this earth. One of which is my inability to watch movies based on historical events. Really really bad events. Especially WWII. Even if the movie is fiction, it still breaks my heart and tears up my insides.

I just watched a movie called Charlotte Grey. (I seem to be moved greatly by many movies I watch.) It's about a woman who, during WWII, decides to join the resistance in France so she can find her lover who was shot down. *spoiler alert* During her journey she bombs trains, loses six friends in a massacre and-the part that hurts me the most- she loses two little boys, who she has grown to love, to the Nazi's because they're Jewish. I'm especially sensitive since.... well, I have two little boys of my own.

There is a part in the movie after the little boys have been taken away where Charlotte is in despair and a one of the men she knows comes to her and says this: *or something close to this*

"Why are you trying to die? You do not get to stop living, because their fate is to die. You did everything you could. You do not choose who gets to live and who gets to die." 

I am wondering, who the hell gave the Nazi's the idea that they had that right? How much of your soul do you have to sell to the devil to allow little children to die because of something they cannot help. Do you know what my greatest fear is? That our awful, terrible, crippled and idiotic human race has not learned it's lesson. How many innocent people have to suffer because of wicked and corrupt people? How many more times are sick and twisted men going to come into power and destroy delicate lives? How many more children are going to be robbed a a childhood, either from death or from living in a world of constant fear. How many more times are good people going to stand by and do nothing because it's easier? I know that I will not stand by if something like this comes to my front door. I will fight against the real monsters in this world, especially the one's who hide behind politics and religion. 

I wonder what happens to the souls who thought they had the right to decide who gets to live and who gets to die based off their religion or race. I am not perfect and in my imperfect state, I take pleasure in knowing that cruel and evil men will get theirs too. 

All of those children, mothers, fathers and grandparents who were killed were at least freed from their pain and fear. I know they get to see their Heavenly Father and they get to be embraced in his arms, safe. Safe from pain, hurt, and fear. I know that every person robbed of their life here is welcomed by a loving Heavenly Father and brother, Jesus Christ. This knowledge, comforts my aching soul and keeps me smiling and loving my life. This knowledge calms me down after I watch a movie that manipulates my emotions so severely that I have to write about it, through tears, stuffy nose, and a headache from so much crying. 

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