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A Mother’s Work is Never Done

via A Mother’s Work is Never Done

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Crawling in the Sack for Sexual Gratification and accidentally making Babies is a dangerous and callous act. In many of my earlier Blogs I have addressed the problem. Most of it assessed to Children having Children, and not being matured or grown themselves to deal with the responsibility and Devotion of raising a Child.

Life, Parenting And Relationships

A Mother’s Work is Never Done

Crawling in the Sack for Sexual Gratification and accidentally making Babies is a dangerous and callous act. In many of my earlier Blogs I have addressed the problem. Most of it assessed to Children having Children, and not being matured or grown themselves to deal with the responsibility and Devotion of raising a Child. I know that many of my Blogs are repetitious, but never boring. Sometimes the only way to get a point across is to be Repetitious, my Mother would Hammer the same thing in my Head till I got the point, my favorite was “no good Deed goes un punished”. This Blog is a Culmination of several of my earlier Blogs. So here we go again, having Children should be a life changing experience for any and everyone having them.

Your days of partying is just about over for all intensive purpose and reasoning, for most People. When I was seventeen living in a House with three Units, one was rented to there Sisters. The oldest was eighteen, the youngest was sixteen, she had a Baby. It was  a three Stories private House, living in the middle you hear everything. One night I heard a Baby crying continuously, after one Hour I knew there were no one home. I went downstairs and pushed the opened Door to find a six Months old Baby bundled in a Blanket on a makeshift Bed on the Floor. The young Incompetent Mother had abandoned her Child for a Night of partying.That’s what you get from Babies having Babies, they are clueless as to what responsibility means. I was a negligent seventeen Years old, I didn’t call Child Protective Agency, I nursed the Baby till the Mother got Home five A.M.

When you become a Parent nights of getting Baked and sleeping like a Log are gone, when an Infant is up at three am and is feeling alone and deserted, if you don’t show your face when they cry, whether they are in need or not they won’t stop crying. If you ignore them you are helping to create early Psychosis, such as the feeling of Abandonment, then the crying becomes more consistent. Two months ago a young Mother brought her eighteen Months old Child to the Hospital. The Infant was Diagnosed with Blunt Force Trauma to the Brain, the Mother was immediately Arrested. No Doubt that the Child cried a lot to receive it’s injuries. That is what young Incompetent Mothers do when a child cries constantly, they shake it violently or Batter it.

Two years ago in my old Neighborhood of Largo Florida a young Mother going through a bitter Breakup, slammed her two years old son against the wall, the Child was knocked unconscious. Instead of seeking Medical help, she put the Child in a Bag and Dumped it in a nearby Park. Two years after having a Child I don’t want to hear about no Post Partum Syndrome. She is awaiting Trial in the Justice System where I work. All these instances are rehashed from earlier Blogs. Today I want to focus on people having Children and are so self centered with living their own miserable Existence,  they forget about the Child’s, In so doing they don’t realize that they are creating a Generation of People with their Heads screwed on backwards.

Once again let me be Repetitious, just about anyone can make Babies, that doesn’t make them Parents. Most of all we are not all good Parents. Good Parents are Diligent and Attentive, they are always protective of their Children’s wellness, Physical and Mental. Even when you are all grown up and have Children of your own, they are still worrying about you. I grew up in a Christian Household, I went to Sunday School, yet from eight to fourteen my middle name could have been Damien. I stole as if my name was Robin Hood, I disobeyed my Mother, I broke all the Rules, I got in more Fights than Chuck Norris. My Mother knew that she had her Work cut out for her and she never neglected it. If she didn’t stem the tide of bad behavior with me growing up in the Badman’s Land of Bronx U.S.A. My Resident would have been Spotford Juvenile Detention Center.

Eventually I would have become Infamous. That’s what separates Great Parents from Good Parents, bad Parents from Baby Makers. Good Parents Recognizes early Deviations, Great Parents Remediates them. It’s not all about putting a Roof over their Heads and Food in their Stomachs. At seventeen the Neighborhood Biggest Drug Dealer offered to front me one Thousand Dollars of Coke, no upfront Cash, I refused the offer, because Mother’s work was done. At twenty one Organized Crime offered me five Thousand Dollars a Week to Deliver Kilos of Heroin. Again I refused the offer, Mother’s work was done. Yet some People wonder why I write about Parenting, especially Bad Parenting and problematic Juveniles. Been there Done that.

If my Mother didn’t do her Job I would not be able to have the Job I am presently in, working in a Justice System,with one Misdemeanor I would have been disqualified. In one of my first ten Blogs I wrote about Annie. She was Born to two eighteen years old totally unprepared for the Job of Parenting. Her Grandmother made a bad Decision by moving her Daughter out of the State before Annie was Born, to separate her Daughter from the Boy who got her Pregnant. The Child developed many  early Psychosis from being raised by one Parent who was a Party Girl. By fifteen a Judge told them that if they could not control her, she would be going away. The solution, they shipped her back to New York, a Fertile Garden for Wayward Girls, to live with the other Grandparents she was separated from and a Father who had no inclination of corrupting the Children of his new Family by taking her in. My God he made her, it’s his Job to try and Remediate the Bad Seed, worse of all a Mother who Washed her Hands of the Problem she Created. Hello Regan Teresa Macneil ( The lead Character in the Movie the Exercist) . Once again Parenting is the hardest Job in the World so if you are not ready for it, or not up to the task that’s why we have Contraceptives. Last Words goes to Pac ” Momma you are Appreciated”

P.S. my Favorite Quote, Categorically Denied.

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Andrew Caballeiro was a week old when his father, Ernesto Caballeiro kidnapped him last month, Miami-Dade police said

Andrew Caballeiro, a 7-day-old infant, is missing after he was taken by his father Ernesto Caballeiro last month, according to Miami-Dade police. Three women were found dead in the baby’s home in southwest Miami-Dade County home. The father was found dead Wednesday in Pasco County, but the infant is still missing. [Florida Department of Law Enforcement]

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MIAMI — The FBI has joined the search for a newborn baby who disappeared after his mother, grandmother and great-grandmother were fatally shot in South Florida, an official said.

FBI spokesman Michael Leverock confirmed the agency is assisting in the case, the Miami Herald reported Monday.

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Andrew Caballeiro was a week old when his father, Ernesto Caballeiro, 49, kidnapped him last month, Miami-Dade police said. A short time later, police found the bodies of Arlety García Valdés, 40; Isabel Valdés González, 60; and Lina González Licor, 84.

Police suspect Caballeiro murdered the women. The day after taking the child, he was found dead from an apparent self-inflicted gunshot wound in Pasco County, which is north of Tampa. The infant wasn’t found near his vehicle or body.

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Authorities are searching locations where Caballeiro might have taken the baby after he left the rural Miami-Dade house where the three women were murdered.

Miami-Dade police still have an Amber Alert for baby Andrew on its Twitter account.

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Good Friends

Sweet and Sour

When I was younger it didn’t matter wheather I see any of my old friends who drifted out of my Life without a Postcard with a forwarding Address. Sad but true, it’s the same with Family Members. Now that I am all grown up and have made it my Business to be Educated and Enlightened in the subject of Life, People and Social Structures, I miss them. The reason for that is I would like them to see how well I have Bloomed and is at Peace with my World even with all it’s Ills and letdowns, from Politics to Religion and all the Sociological disorders. This is why I miss them, they are not around me to see how Aloft I am from those who Rejects Values, and Bloomed into a Flower, transforming into a Butterfly and not remaining a Caterpillar. I don’t hate, I don’t Blame or expect anything from Society or them who have abandoned and Deserted me for no good reasons. Lets not forget that Judas was a Disciple of Jesus.

That is the Motivation for this Blog, Sweet and Sour, because that is exactly how People are. Some of them wants to use you, some of them wants to be used by you, Sweet Dreams are made of these. Thank you Fleetwood Mac, I couldn’t have said it better, but that’s exactly how they are. Way beyond Sibling Rivalry, Brothers and Sisters dumping Dirt on you and you are not even Dead yet, all because of Ignorance and Idiocryncies. And that is the difference between them and myself, there is nothing Petty about me I am willing to die for my Convictions like Saint Valentine or Jesus refusing to Renounce their Faith. That is the Person that Age have made me, someone willing to Bury the Hatchet and not in your Back, being able to move on with my Life no matter what, capable of Forgiveness without Forgetfulness.

That is why I miss them to show off my Bodaciousness and how Magnanimous of Life I Have become, while they Languish in Mediocrity and smallmindedness. People I have known since twelve years old we lived like Family we shared Meals along with our secrets and Dreams, we grew up together and drifted apart vanished from each other’s Lives. That’s not how People should live, then one Day they show up at a Funeral acting like they cared about the Diseased one. That is the heights of Hypocrisy and that is the Crux of the Separation, Hypocrisy rules our lives, like Tom Petty said, it’s alright if you love me it’s ok if you don’t. Its as if Caren Carpenter read my Heart when she sang ” So far away dose’nt anybody stay in one Place anymore, it would be so nice to see your face at my Door”.

Life is so short and untimely it does us well to Savor each other, while we still can,Tomorrow we could be hearing  Eulogies. Years ago in a Sociology Class we discussed the twentieth Century as being a throw away Society, back then I considered the Ideology as Idle talking. And it shall come to pass, our Automobiles are replaced as regularly as our Androids and so too are Friends and Family. Granted, there are People in our Lives that we should distance ourselves from, People who drags you down instead of lifting you up. My best friend in High School was one, he didn’t have a Mind of his own.He didn’t know that a Black Man joining the Revolutionary Guard, the Protective Element of the Black Panther Party, was signing his own Death Warrant.

In the year 1972 J. Edgar Hoover and his FBI had Declared War and open Season on the Militant Group. Yet my Best friend allowed them to talk him into Joining the Group and bringing me along. On that Fateful day of going to the Induction, my Mother being Instinctive told me that If I did what she thought I was going to do, I would be Homeless. The Safe House  where we were to have the Meeting was a Bomb Factory, two hours before our Meeting the House blew up killing two. My Mother never liked him from Day one and always told me to watch myself around him. Naturally there are some Associations made in Hell, but the good ones should not be busted up for no good reasons, they should last your lifetime, because after all we are all we’ve got. In the end we go to each other’s Funerals shedding Crocodile Tears, like the Hypocrites we truly are.

The more I Reminis the more Depressing they are to me. I still can’t believe that I know not of my little Buddy’s whereabouts, the Catholic Schoolboy that started me smoking Weed at fourteen, he was only twelve but more Worldly than I. He Introduced me to Stanley Clark, Chic Corea and Tito Puente. Can you Imagine being Educated by a twelve year old. He told me Stories of Molestation in his School and the Impending Scandal in 1968 and forty years later Bishops are going to Prison for crimes they have been committing for forty years with Impunity. Junior I miss you, Junior is what I called him, he called me Pope. Two years before I met Junior I had another best Buddy Charlie was a Genius and a Saint. I on the other hand was too busy being Bad to walk in Charlie’s footprints, he was a Scholar. One Day while indoctrinating him in being Bad I almost got us both Killed. I was twelve years old dismantling Shotgun Shells when I decided to Bury one exposing the Cap and striking it with a Hammer. Twelve years later he moved to California and that was the last I seen or heard of my good Friend. I guess that is what being Californiacated does to Relationships. No Doubt in my Mind that he became Successful and thought he had outgrown me. My question is what good is being Successful and Dying like Howard Hughes, alone and in Despair. The Day I ceased to Rise I know I will hear Tupac’s voice ” How long will they mourn me”, or will they?. My Life is a Beacon for Relationships, I have been Faithful to the same Woman for forty years. I am sixty seven years old and fairly Healthy, nonetheless I know that I am walking my last Mile. ” Good company in a Journey makes the way shorter” –  Izaak Walton.

Life

Safe Driving/ My Occupation

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People think that Drag Racing is always traveling at a high rate of speed, not so, traveling at forty five MPH for two miles not allowing the other car to pass you is Slow Drag. If I am in the lead and someone catches up to me while maxing the speed limit, I immediately back off, not backing off, I am now Drag Racing. The Car Manufacturers have got you in a Hype thinking that Driving is Zoom Zoom all the time, have you ever seen a Commercial that they don’t brag how nimble their car is.