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"The apple doesn't fall very far from the tree"

I have a new "fan" who doesn't like my blogging - or parenting - very much. He has called me out on the seven deadly sins - all of which I cop too. I am a sinner. No doubt about that. My only salvation is in Christ and Him Crucified, Resurrected and Ascended, and the Church He founded.

This "fan" told me that, in a recent post, it sounded as if my kids had the same problems. They do! They are human! We've had more than our fair share of struggles! And yet, I thank God every day for my imperfectly bratty, difficult, sometimes horrid children.

You see, all my kids were born to a woman who took crack cocaine. She was a prostitute. And yet, for whatever reason, she decided to give birth rather than having an abortion. Five times. And five times, Dear Husband and I said yes to a child that we knew was destined for difficulty.

And boy, have they been. I've spent years going to therapy appointments, dealing with social workers and psychologists, teachers, specialists of every kind. We put a lot of miles on that minivan. It's been alphabet soup: ADD, ADHD, ODD, bipolar, etc., etc., etc. We have no money to our name, and often rely on the kindness of friends and family to get us through.

And yet....

My kids are kind. They are thoughtful and articulate. They are empathetic. They lend a hand whenever asked, and often when not asked. I am insanely proud of them - they have been judged and mocked, physically assaulted, told they could not succeed, judged and been treated callously and rudely.

I guess maybe the apple doesn't fall from the tree. And I'm happy about that....by the grace of God.

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  1. "The King will reply, 'Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.' God bless you, Elise.

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  2. My mother was a poor cocaine addict. I ran away at a very young age. However I am not a cocaine addict and have a Husband and we live a pretty "Normal Life". In Austin Texas.

    Good thing I am not a apple, Im human.

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  3. We humans have a way of doing good, and not letting our past or other people's choices condemn us. You are strong, and "normal". Good for you, for being human and not an apple.

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