Letter to My Children (April 1, 2021)

 

Dear Jonathan, Sarah, Josh, and Christina,

I hope you are all well. Dad filled me in on how you all are, that little Maggie has been going to the doctors and that you told him to go talk to Pastor Ron Zarou, in order to be a part of your lives. Dad told me, he said ‘Probably not.’ Many times when trying to talk to you kids, I was referred to see Pastor Scott, but he refused to meet with me. Permission required, permission denied. Calvary pastors manipulate our family.

Back to our lives up here. Your Grampa (my dad) and my brother, your Uncle Pat, had some fun knocking down old sheds. The old Ford tractor he restored, uses to plow his driveway winters, is a bear!!!...and I texted you all videos of him pulling down these sheds with a chain! Hope you watched them.

Honor your father and mother, even little kids know it instinctively. They yearn for their biological parents, and their biological grandparents. I recall telling you kids, some folks are takers. And some folks are givers. That's how you know who is real. Fakers take what does not belong to them. They destroy previous relationships (parents, siblings, cousins, grandparents, childhood friendships) in order to control you. Givers give. Their time, money, love, communication, help, assistance. They don't take anyone away from natural family. Actually encourage filial honor and respect. They don't forbid communication with folks (whether it's parents, extended family, ex’s old friends), in order to have primary influence over you. That’s creepy.

I don’t care that you love Pastor Scott. Heck no. I care that you have stopped showing love to us! The outcome of your actions has been grief and pain, being kept from you, has taken its toll. You’ve caused agony to all of us. When we lived out of state, we visited, talked, wrote to our parents, friends, extended family. They came to see us! We went to see them regularly! And although we suffer through our loss of you all, we love our parents, talk to our parents, care for them as they need our help. Disagreements are part of family life. But it's a blot and disgrace to anyone who discourages communication. Talk! It costs nothing to talk to us. Except maybe your pride.

We won’t be around forever. Every minute of these days should be spent making up for the tears and sadness. Come home, call me, write. Pastor Scott shouldn't lose your adoration because you love your parents. And if he does, as Grampa likes to say ‘Whoop-de-do!’ He’s not your mother or your father. Or your grandfather, or your aunt, or uncle, or your cousin. He’s the guy who takes your money every Sunday.

We are the ones, who paid to bring you into this world, raise you, care for your illnesses, feed you, clothe you, feed your friends, take you places, buy you gifts since you were born, teach you life skills such as cleanliness, housecleaning, cooking, mechanics, equipment operation, home maintenance, social skills, how to host parties, comfort others, laugh, cry, keep going when you feel like crap. Work a job for years with no recognition, and do it well. Keep friends for years, be respectful of their families. Uphold the law. Treat others kindly, don’t hurt others….and on and on.

Well…I could put a bunch more pictures from the last few days, but I am tired. Goodnight dear hearts. I love you all and bear you no ill will. Just sad at what you have done. But tomorrow is a new day. Wake up and make peace with your parents. 

Xoxo Mom