Everytime I come to this blog I look at the title "Life With Heathens" and I honestly chuckle. Everytime. Without fail. Why? Because it truly sums up the real world for me. Some people probably see heathens and think "Oh she means Godless non-Christians" but they are so very far from the truth that it too is laughable.
Calling my children "heathens" is the one and only thing I have left of my mother that I can think kindly of. When my brothers and I were younger my mom would call us her heathens which basically meant "you rotten little boogers!" and was always meant in a loving way. It wasn't just when we were bad but anytime. She would tell us that she loved us heathens or that we were her heathens and throughout all the memory blackouts and abuse, it was the one thing I could always hang on too.
So when my own children came along it just seemed natural to call them "heathens" as well. They are my rotten little heathens and I love them more than life itself. They have each saved my life and my soul in their own ways and they are the reason I refuse to accept "life expectancy" statistics. They have been with me to hell and back and somedays they are stuck in hell with me still (which is one of my biggest regrets) but they go on loving me anyway. I look at them and no matter what, I know I'm not a failure. How can someone be a failure when they have three pieces of perfection standing in front of them everyday?
Sure, my kids can be real asses sometimes. Of course, I can be a real ass sometimes too so I can't say I blame them there but they are good kids. I'm proud of them for everything they are and everything I know they will one day be.
So fundies can gasp and cross themselves when they see my blog title all they want but until you know WHY it is my Life With Heathens, you can shut the hell up. Actually, I think you're just jealous because you couldn't come up with a cool name for your blog! ;)