“His little body leaped off the ground and dove for the iPad in my lap. In between hiccups, coughs, deep gasps, he said, ‘MOMMY… I… NEED… IT.’ I replied a stern, ‘No, baby. You do NOT need it.’ Then, mommy did the unthinkable. ‘We’re going on an adventure.'”
‘I LOVE MY IPAD, MOMMY. I HATE YOU!’ My beautiful child was ugly crying, swinging arms, red faced. He threw his belly to the ground. ‘WHY MOMMY?!’ All hell broke loose.’
‘My 7-year-old child was taught how to attempt suicide. She was constantly told to ‘go kill yourself’ by other gamers. She was shown HOW to.’
“Sunday night, she had a full-blown anxiety attack. I held her and sang to her while she got through it. Monday, she drew this in school.”
‘Predators go where the prey is, and unfortunately, they see our CHILDREN as that prey. A paycheck. An opportunity.’
“Predators take advantage of a moment a child is mad at their parents, and builds a wedge between them. Predators are patient. Children from our own communities are being plucked away from innocence and safety. This is more likely to happen from a false relationship online, than being randomly kidnapped.”
I’ve birthed an entire baby in the time it takes my husband to poop.
“I’ve actually done it faster! On two separate occasions, and one of those births was a set of twins. Twins!”
‘Today I took your phones away, to offer you a gift my dear ones… the gift of freedom.’
“I want you to know what it is like to live free… moving through your day not having to worry about what you are missing, about where your phone is, about what is happening in Fortnite.’
