Another mother heard from

This is not Jack, nor is it Betty.

I am Thelma, mother of both mentioned parties above.

Right now, I am sad.  Not depressed, dear darlings, but sad.  Slightly melancholy, if you will.

I just finished speaking with a friend named Russell on the Yahoo Messenger.  At the beginning, it was Barbara speaking to him, as she tends to do when Russell is depressed.  She was feeling rather daunted by the task, this time, so I took over where she left off in the conversation.

Life is difficult.  I am sure anyone adult enough knows this already.  I have witnessed and experienced enough in my time to sympathize with almost anyone in almost any situation.  Of course, there ARE exceptions, but this is not about one of them, darlings.

Russell is feeling rather unimportant in his life.  I have felt this way before, even rather recently, so my heart could cry for this dear child.

As is our case, he is having problems with his sister.  I, too, have a problem with this body’s sister.  It seems to me that Russell should stop speaking to his sister until she reprioritizes her life and realizes what is truly important.  As it is, she is a newlywed with a hostile husband who hates her family, at least according to Russell.

The problem seems to be that many people of modern day do not feel special or important.  This, to me, is a shame.  Each individual on Earth is special.  God would never have placed them on His Earth if they were not.

So many people are alone in the world, or at least they think they are.  No one is ever alone.

Please, dear readers, pass love on to anyone you can.  If I might presume enough to assign homework, of a sort, it would be to ask each one who reads this to tell someone, "I love you, and you matter to me."  Do not worry about the reaction.  Do not worry if they understand it.  Just tell them.  It never hurts to know someone loves you and that you are important to someone.

Spread some love, please, dear ones,

Thelma Louise