So yesterday I had a kid that was just having a good ole fashioned bad day. Her brothers and I tried everything in our power, but we just couldn't heal the hurt that was in her heart. A hurt that had no good reason to be there. (Ladies, can I get an amen here? We all know those bad days with no explanation why and only chocolate and sometimes an adult beverage will cure it!) I hate those days, they are just miserable and to watch your sweet baby girl go through it, BRUTAL! So come nine o'clock we are making cookies because y'all, there is little that fresh baked cookies CAN'T cure. But still the smile wasn't there and the spark wasn't in her eyes; so I suggested we deliver the cookies to someone who I knew would make her smile. So there we are loading up with hot out of the oven cookies at 9:30 at night and making plans to surprise this hairy legged boy after his baseball practice. (Oh what we'll do for our kids! And can't you imagine what her daddy is doing...rolling his eyes and looking at me like I'm crazy!) So as we are driving I'm even wondering why I'm doing this when I could be at home in my jammies with a good book. And then I was taken back to a summer night when I was sixteen years old.
I had a friend over and it's ten o'clock at night and I had just gotten my license and we wanted ice cream (totally rational). So I go in and tell my mom that we are going to run up to the corner store and get ice cream. Well, as you can imagine that didn't go over so well with my daddy. He was not about to have two teenage girls heading to the corner store late at night when clearly no good things could happen. So, we go back into the kitchen obviously to open the fridge and stare longingly at the contents which clearly were not going to do anything to squelch our ice cream desire. And then wouldn't ya know here comes my momma with her red hair and her pink nightgown and says "Girls, I'll take y'all to get ice cream." Can you imagine! We wanted an adventure and what did we get, momma driving us in her nightgown...NOPE! So we try to say nicely no thanks and I can promise you it probably came out more like "Are you freaking serious?" But, she doesn't respond, just hands me the keys and goes and lays her silly self in the backseat of the car so that we can drive up to the corner store for ice cream but with adult supervision! Can't you just SEE it! I can promise y'all that my daddy was fast asleep and we never told him that this occurred, because he definitely would've had a FIT! At first my friend and I rolled our eyes but we really wanted ice cream so whatever; and then as we climbed in the car we giggled and laughed and had the best time! And more importantly than anything else, I have a memory that has lasted me 25 years and taught me about the type of mama I want to be.
Did we HAVE to go deliver cookies to a cute blue eyed boy at 10:00 at night? Nope, but did I have a blast driving around with the radio up on a late summer night giggling with my girl and watching her learn to navigate this craziness that is being a teenager? Oh y'all, it just made my heart soar! And maybe, just maybe in 25 years she'll be doing the same thing with her daughter and think of me (and possibly even deliver me some cookies too!)
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Wednesday, July 8, 2015
Tuesday, October 7, 2014
She is most definitely mine…
This morning an incredible person stumbled into my bathroom
where I was rushing to get ready for work.
Dressed in worn in jeans and an oversized sweatshirt with sleepy eyes
and tousled hair, she sat down on the closed toilet seat and tucked her bare
feet up under her.
“Whatchya doin?” I asked this sleepy beauty.
She cups her hands around a steaming cup of coffee while
pulling it close to her heart and in a beautiful raspy morning voice says, “I
just need a minute with my coffee to wake up.”
Well my friends, I have done it! Beware…there are now officially two of
us!
Monday, August 11, 2014
Words truly do hurt...
Dear friends,
I feel it is vitally important to share with you my experience this weekend, something I did that evidently hurt feelings, feelings that I cannot repair. Sadly I was unaware the magnitude of my words until the end of my very long Monday. I know words hurt! I explain to my children all the time how long it takes to repair the wounds that one comment can create. I wish I had listened to my own words. Below is my story, please take heed dear friends.
My sweet husband and I decided we would FINALLY take on the task of redoing our kitchen. Nothing major, no walls being knocked out or anything. But paint, cabinets, flooring (well I guess it's major to a family of five with two working parents (one with a new job), just starting the school year (with one kid in his senior year), four dogs and 2.5 cows. Come to think of it we might be slightly crazy.
Anyway, as we excitedly pick paint colors and talk of what's to come I start to get carried away (what woman doesn't). I start talking "what if's?" and "could we do this?" and "what about's?". Well as my sweet husband nodded and continued to tape of walls for paint and I rambled on and on and that my friends is when IT happened.
(deep breath)
Me ~ "You know I wish we could get a stove/oven and get rid of our wall oven. It would be bigger and we could create more storage in it's place."
Sweet Husband ~ "Babe, we JUST replaced the fridge that died in the middle of night. That's not gonna happen right now!"
I agreed, understood and life went on. We finished the painting (with the help of my momma) and it looks bright and beautiful and I love it and I started dreaming of the next step, the cabinets.
Monday morning, came and went and as I drove home I realized I was excited to come home to cook dinner in my freshly painted kitchen. Odd how such a small change can make such a big difference.
I came in, changed clothes, turned on the oven, started the dishwasher, put in a load of clothes and THAT'S when I smelt it. Something toxic, chemical, awful! I looked inside, surely something had fallen and was burning in there but no. I turned it off, opened the window and called my sweet, tired guy. "Almost home, I'll look when I get there." Like that's what he wants to do at the end of a long day.
He checks it out, turns it back on and in minutes the smell starts again. He turns it off and looks at me. "Guess you get you stove/oven with a storage on the wall now".
That my friends is when I realized with utmost certainty that even if you are UN-FOND of someone(thing) you should NEVER talk bad about them(it) unless you are TRULY ready to replace them(it).
*sigh*
I feel it is vitally important to share with you my experience this weekend, something I did that evidently hurt feelings, feelings that I cannot repair. Sadly I was unaware the magnitude of my words until the end of my very long Monday. I know words hurt! I explain to my children all the time how long it takes to repair the wounds that one comment can create. I wish I had listened to my own words. Below is my story, please take heed dear friends.
My sweet husband and I decided we would FINALLY take on the task of redoing our kitchen. Nothing major, no walls being knocked out or anything. But paint, cabinets, flooring (well I guess it's major to a family of five with two working parents (one with a new job), just starting the school year (with one kid in his senior year), four dogs and 2.5 cows. Come to think of it we might be slightly crazy.
Anyway, as we excitedly pick paint colors and talk of what's to come I start to get carried away (what woman doesn't). I start talking "what if's?" and "could we do this?" and "what about's?". Well as my sweet husband nodded and continued to tape of walls for paint and I rambled on and on and that my friends is when IT happened.
(deep breath)
Me ~ "You know I wish we could get a stove/oven and get rid of our wall oven. It would be bigger and we could create more storage in it's place."
Sweet Husband ~ "Babe, we JUST replaced the fridge that died in the middle of night. That's not gonna happen right now!"
I agreed, understood and life went on. We finished the painting (with the help of my momma) and it looks bright and beautiful and I love it and I started dreaming of the next step, the cabinets.
Monday morning, came and went and as I drove home I realized I was excited to come home to cook dinner in my freshly painted kitchen. Odd how such a small change can make such a big difference.
I came in, changed clothes, turned on the oven, started the dishwasher, put in a load of clothes and THAT'S when I smelt it. Something toxic, chemical, awful! I looked inside, surely something had fallen and was burning in there but no. I turned it off, opened the window and called my sweet, tired guy. "Almost home, I'll look when I get there." Like that's what he wants to do at the end of a long day.
He checks it out, turns it back on and in minutes the smell starts again. He turns it off and looks at me. "Guess you get you stove/oven with a storage on the wall now".
That my friends is when I realized with utmost certainty that even if you are UN-FOND of someone(thing) you should NEVER talk bad about them(it) unless you are TRULY ready to replace them(it).
*sigh*
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