We have been married for 24 years. We have 5 kids: Josh, Jacki, Jaycee, Amberly & Elizabeth. We also have 5 grandchildren: Ezequiel, Tatiyana, Anaya, Zemicha & Zariah. Zariah is in heaven watching over us for now. We have 5 tiny Chihuahua's, a cat with a never ending supply of kittens and a never ending line of strays brought home by the little girls. We are doing our best to muddle through on this rollercoaster called life!!
A few weeks ago I got an email with this story someone wrote about being "drugged in their childhood" in it. I have added a couple things to make more of a point in my life, but most of it was already just perfect!! With over 100 overdoses in my community in the last year from heroin and/or oxycontin and a son who is a heroin addict it really hits home. I wish we still had the option of "drugging" our children like my parents did when I was young without DCFS stepping in and calling it abuse.
"The other day, someone at a store in our town was talking about a Methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farmhouse in the county and she asked me a rhetorical question, "Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?" I replied I had a drug problem when I was young. I was drug to church on Sunday morning. I was drug to church for weddings and funerals; I was drug to family reunions,community socials no matter the weather, county fairs, deer hunting camp, Easter at Gramma's with the whole family and school carnivals. I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults. I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie, stole a candy bar, brought home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of an adult or if I didn't put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me. I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if I uttered a profanity. I was drug to pull weeds in mom's garden and flower beds and pick vegetables and fruit with my grandparents. I was drug by the ear to show me what I had done wrong and made to do it right. I was drug to the homes of family, friends and neighbors to help out some poor soul who had no one to mow the yard, repair the clothesline, or stack some firewood, and if my mother had ever know that I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, she would have drug me back to the woodshed. Those drugs are still in my veins and they affect my behavior in everything I do, say, or think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroine; and, if today's children had this kind of drug problem, America would be a better place. God bless the parents who drugged us.
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