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Confessions of a mother: inspired by Screwtape Letters

My Dear Tarbile,
Im pleased to report that today was another dreadful day for my patient and a successful in bringing this wrecked patient of mine one step closer to an eternity in our fathers house. She remained tirelessly on her phone, looking over and over again at the same thing, and in the end with nothing to show for it. Hours she spent gazing at her device, all the while excusing, and reasoning with herself that this was something important, that she didn't feel well enough to properly care for the children today, and that eventually her husband would be home to give the children the attention they deserved. Whenever I saw her day getting more difficult, I encouraged her to replay several thoughts in her mind, "you cant do this, so just give up now", "you don't deserve them, they deserve better". It's so easy to make her believe this and remain oblivious to the flaws in her reasoning. I let her just sulk and numb herself with that incredibly useful, distracting and time sucking device, accomplishing nothing but letting her feel that at least she's thinking about the future. Yes, the future is just where we want her mind to be, not present with her children, enjoying them and actually teaching them anything. No, no the more distracted she is dreaming of better days, looking for the home that will solve all her problems and cause to magically disappear the tremendously depressing and endless sibling quarrels, messes, tantrums and utter lack
of respect and appreciation from her children, the more she will continue to neglect what will really help her to dispel those problems, (spending time with her children, tidying up the messes, modeling affection and attention, just being truly present with them). Numb and distracted is the epiphany of of a mother worthy of a place in our fathers house down below. However, I will mention, my patient did have a troubling and repulsive conversation with her uncle, and I feared it had brought about some powerful ideas in her that would please and lead to service of the enemy, but after their conversation, I managed to lure her back to her phone. Once the phone was in hand again my work was done, it was as practically glued to her after that. Despite this encouraging trend I do see her beginning to have dangerous ideas, ideas that if carried out, could quickly morph into very counterproductive and irreversible strides away from my influences. We must immediately alert Ashbowel that my patient and his, the uncle, must be kept from having any meaningful conversations. Rather, we must distract them as much as possible, as to avoid these deeper subjects.

Affectionately yours,

Cinderott

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