supporting parents in an online world
If I have to smile at one more person I might throw up.
I waited for the church service to begin, an emotional mess from my son’s recent confession. He was still watching pornography.
A still small voice. You can do this.
“Good morning. How are you?” Smile. Nod. Laugh. Direct them to the coffee area. Repeat.
Continue reading “A Focus Shift is Healthy”
I felt my back pocket. It wasn’t there.
I looked in my purse. It wasn’t there.
I looked in the console of the van. It wasn’t there either.
I had left my phone at home. Ugh! My heart raced a little at the thought. Continue reading “Triggers”
Our home is a Christian home. We try to adhere to Christian principles. We teach our children right and wrong behavior. We openly tell them not to look at inappropriate photos or videos online.
For example, when I found out one of our older son’s peers had been caught sexting, I flipped out. I sat my older children down and made sure they understood that type of behavior would not be tolerated. They assured me they wouldn’t be involved in anything of the kind. And I believed them. I trusted them. (Although, I’m sure the fact that I was alarmed did not help them see me as someone they could trust.)
Continue reading “Are Our Children Victims?”Seventeen months after my son’s first confession, he approached us. “Mom, Dad, can I talk to you a minute privately?” Words no parent wants to hear. But they began our journey to live in the light.
He said, “Remember that thing we talked about before? Well, I never really stopped.” What!? Continue reading “Live in the Light of Truth”
When a baby is born, the doctor cuts the umbilical cord. From that moment on the child is unattached to his parent. He/she is free, so to speak. Most parents immediately attach an imaginary rope from themselves to the child. Continue reading “Parenting: Umbilical Cord to Invisible Rope to Freedom, It’s Hard Work”
When I first found out my son was using porn (I am calling it that because it’s an addiction and I think it fits the situation), I would have placed money on the fact that an alien had just abducted me and beamed me from my real life into another dimension. I mean I could not have been more shocked. Continue reading “Good Grief”