Thomas @ MindSay

Hello All, for the last few months i was a  little busy. i didn't realize what i was missing by not being with you all. but now i am back.
 
Also another news. I am also now on Twitter. Use the following link to find me.

http://twitter.com/justinsamthomas

Have to take leave now. Anyway this time i won't be abandoning mindsay. So remember I'll be back!!!!!

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Hello! So, I got my valadation e-mail for Teen Tuesday. So, I'll be writing for that blog along with the three of my own. Check it out and tell me what you think! I'll probably be making my first post for it on Tuesday, hence the name. :D

 

In other news, I'm babysitting tonight. I know, it sucks, right? Tonight is the last night we can stay up late because we go back to school on Tuesday. I don't want to go back! School is really going to suck, isn't it? *sigh*

 

Anyway, I don't know what I'm going to do with Thomas today. We'll probably just stay inside. It might rain today, I don't know. I can't believe tomorrow is the last day of summer. I hate school! I don't want to go back! Anyway, bye!

Author: Pastor Claude Thomas

 Many consider the family the foundational human relationship for all other human relationships. I believe that is true. And since I believe it is, I must ask what I consider to be a very important question: How should we view and value the family? To answer that question our first move is not toward popular culture, psychological theories, or scholarly advice. Our first move is to the reliable, relevant, and absolute of Scriptures. A pattern of relationships within the family is found in a letter written by the Apostle Paul to the Ephesians. This is what he said: And further, you will submit to one another out of reverence for Christ. 22 You wives will submit to your husbands as you do to the Lord. 23 For a husband is the head of his wife as Christ is the head of his body, the church; he gave his life to be her Savior. 24 As the church submits to Christ, so you wives must submit to your husbands in everything. 25 And you husbands must love your wives with the same love Christ showed the church. He gave up his life for her 26 to make her holy and clean, washed by baptism and God's word. 27 He did this to present her to himself as a glorious church without a spot or wrinkle or any other blemish. Instead, she will be holy and without fault. 28 In the same way, husbands ought to love their wives as they love their own bodies. For a man is actually loving himself when he loves his wife. 29 No one hates his own body but lovingly cares for it, just as Christ cares for his body, which is the church. 30 And we are his body. 31 As the Scriptures say, "A man leaves his father and mother and is joined to his wife, and the two are united into one." 32 This is a great mystery, but it is an illustration of the way Christ and the church are one. 33 So again I say, each man must love his wife as he loves himself, and the wife must respect her husband. 6:1 Children, obey your parents because you belong to the Lord, for this is the right thing to do. 2 "Honor your father and mother." This is the first of the Ten Commandments that ends with a promise. 3 And this is the promise: If you honor your father and mother, "you will live a long life, full of blessing." 4 And now a word to you fathers. Don't make your children angry by the way you treat them. Rather, bring them up with the discipline and instruction approved by the Lord. NLT What did he say about the family relationships? First, the husband and wife are to submit to each other as unto the Lord. Second, the wife is to reverence her husband. Third, the husband is to love his wife as Christ loved the church and gave Himself for it. Fourth, children are to respect and obey their parents. And fifth, parents are to respect and train their children to be like Jesus. If there is harmony in the home, it is because the members of the family allow the Spirit of God to enable them to live out those values given to us by Paul. So, for the sake of all other human relationships, let us give priority to getting this one right! Ask the Holy Spirit to enable you to live and experience these Scriptures… right now.

Pastor Claude Thomas Links

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I have another blog on the InterTubes and I posted this last year.  And I thought I'd post it here, too.  Because I hope to meet him before I die.  And there are aunts and uncles and cousins who want to meet him, too.

If you were adopted and born on 8/17/73, in Hinsdale, Illinois, you can get your original birth certificate from the state.  And if, on that birth certificate, you see these names, Trojanowski or Trzos, then you can email me at <thebratland@yahoo.com>.  I hope you find this site.  I hope you email me.  I'll be watching.

[The Boy, by the way, is a guy I met and lived with from 1998 to 2007.]

~August 17, 1973~

I am a mother. 

OK... I'm a mother times TWO.

And maybe today is the day to talk about my first child.  Because I have never hidden the fact that I had a child that I gave up for adoption.

When I first started talking to The Boy via Instant Messages, I told him about the fact that I had given a child [a boy] up for adoption when I was just a [wee] lassie.

Because when you've 'done that' you learn that some people think you are some kind of freak.  I kid you not.

And before I became really good friends with The Boy I wanted to know right away if he thought I was some kind of freak.

He didn't.

So, we became friends.

You see, I never kept it a secret because I always wanted the child I gave birth to to be able to find me.  And I foresaw the danger of keeping his existence a secret.

How would I have explained it to people otherwise?

That's not how I am.

If you want me, you take my baggage, too.

And I've been extremely blessed in that regard.  I truly have not had one man walk out on me because of it.  Either they are wonderful men, or [I'm rather more inclined to believe] I am an extraordinary woman.

Oh, yes I am.

But I digress.

Almost six years after giving birth to a boy, I gave birth to a daughter.  And when she was old enough to really understand things, I let her know that I had given birth to a child with a different man and I had 'given him away' to people who could take care of him and give him things that I could not.

I must have done a superb job because my daughter never felt in danger of being 'given away' or abandoned, or any of that other shit that people tell you will happen to your kids.

My daughter is, at this writing, 28 years old.  And if the boy I gave birth to knocked on my door tomorrow, no one in my life would say, "OH MY GOD YOU NEVER TOLD ME."

And The Boy would let him in and treat him like his own, or at least one of my family, and he would never raise an eyebrow.

And he would be happy for me.

Not that I lose sleep over this, folks.  I don't.

While that baby was growing in my belly I kept telling myself that I was growing him for someone else because I KNEW that there was no way that I could give that child a decent life AT THE TIME.

And I knew, thanks to someone close to me [who shall remain nameless, although she knows who she is] that an adopted child is as loved as a child who is flesh and blood to the people adopting.

No, it wasn't an 'open adoption' although I knew the names of the people who adopted my child.  [Notice I do not say 'my son'?  I'll get back to that.]

When I got pregnant, I was a junior in high school.  And BACK THEN, pregnant girls were not allowed to stay in school.  So I didn't graduate high school.

Years later, when my daughter was a sophomore in high school, she was talking about dropping out of school, and I told her she couldn't.

And she said to me, "YOU DID!"

And although there were extenuating circumstances for me dropping out of school, I realized I had no excuse anymore.

So I got my G.E.D.

Then I got this crazy idea that maybe, just maybe, I COULD GO TO COLLEGE!

And I did.

Now, I'm not gonna get into college life except to say this:  It got me onto the Interwebs.  And I thought maybe, just maybe, I could put my info OUT THERE and make it easier for the child I had put up for adoption to find me.

And I've done that.

The bad part is that the really popular sites for adoptees looking for their birth parents are sites that make you pay a [hefty] yearly fee to keep your info on the site, and I've never been wealthy enough to be able to do that.

But I have found plenty of other sites and have 'registered' with them. 

I just want to give him a chance if he is trying to find me.

Because there are, I'm sure, reasons to find me.  Like the health history of his birth family.

But I don't call him My Son for a couple of reasons.

And some of those reasons are:

A mother is someone who changes your shitty diapers.

A mother is someone who sits up with you when you are sick and changes the sheets you puked on in the middle of the night.

A mother goes through the chicken pox with you.

A mother teaches you to tie your shoes.

A mother finds ways to teach you how to eat and like vegetables, even peas.

A mother cries when she sends you off to kindergarten.

A mother teaches you how to say "Daddy" when she would much rather you said "Mommy".

A mother delights in watching you roll over for the first time.

A mother lets you touch bugs.

A mother lets you taste dirt.

A mother gives you pots to bang on with spoons and thinks you make beautiful music.

A mother teaches you not to pull on the kitty's tail or bite the puppy's ears.

A mother holds you when you are hurt and kisses your boo-boos.

A mother looks at a crayon drawing and declares it is the most beautiful thing she has ever seen as she puts it on the refrigerator.

A mother exclaims that you are growing "like a weed".

A mother thinks dandelions are the most beautiful flowers EVER.

A mother sees you through graduations and proms and driving lessons and weird haircuts and pierced ears and wet dreams and periods and friends who are being mean to you.

A mother buries pets in the back yard with you and gives you ice cream afterwards.

I was never a Mother to the child I gave away.

I never did any of these things with the child who went away from me after I made sure he had all his fingers and toes and was ABSOLUTELY PERFECT.

And I may never meet him this side of Heaven, and I'm resigned to that.  I don't get maudlin and get drunk over it.

But I will admit that sometimes, like tonight, I stop and say a prayer for him, wherever he is, and I say to God, "Oh, please, just let him be HAPPY."

Because when it comes down to it, isn't that all we want for our kids?  All we want for those that we love?

I think it is.

And for that Someone who is Somewhere Out There, here's a birthday song for you:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MSyRFLlYnWI

Because I Know You're Out There Somewhere.

Happy 34th birthday.  I hope it's a great one for you.
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