Saturday, December 31, 2011
We have bigger houses and smaller families; more conveniences, but less time; we have more degrees, but less sense; more knowledge, but less judgment; more experts, but more problems; more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry too quickly, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too seldom, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We've learned how to make a living, but not a life; We've added years to life, not life to years.
We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor. We've conquered outer space, but not inner space; We've done larger things, but not better things; We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul; we've split the atom, but not our prejudice; we write more, but learn less; we plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait; We have higher incomes, but lower morals; We have more food, but less appeasement; We build more computers to hold more information to produce more copies than ever, but have less communication; We've become long on quantity, but short on quality.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion; tall men, and short character; steep profits, and shallow relationships. These are the times of world peace, but domestic warfare; more leisure, but less fun; more kinds of food, but less nutrition.
These are days of two incomes, but more divorce; of fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throw away morality, one-night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer to quiet, to kill.
It is a time when there is much in the show window and nothing in the stockroom; a time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to make a difference, or just turn the page...
Monday, December 26, 2011
If I have said it once….I have said it over and over….
But then again…Will I EVER be? Probably not.
Shashamane is 9…right at THAT age.
You know…the age when she hangs on my every word and is my BFF.
I am starting to get the occasional, “Mooooooommmmmmmmmmm!” when I do something that she might deem EMBARASSING.
Sooo…we are on the VERGE.
I am walking thru unknown territory here….so apprehensive about all this GROWING UP BULL.
So it DID NOT SURPRISE ME when she said, “Mom…I need a new sports bra. Mine is too small. Honour got one with adjustable straps.”
“Oh no…here we go.” was my EXACT THOUGHT I think. lol
I told her we would go soon and moved on…because that is how I roll, kinda like an ostrich. All head in the sand, this is not happening. THAT is my style…
Then she went to the store with her DAD and I got a call from her:
“Um…Hi Mom. There is one here and it clips in the front Mom. It ISN’T a BRA Mom. It just clips in the front. “
“SHasha…is it a BRA????”
“It clips in the front Mom. Not like yours that clip in the back.”
“Shasha..some BRAS clip in the front. Just because it doesn't clip in the back doesn’t mean it isn’t a BRA.”"
“Oh……….” she said.
“Give the phone to your Dad.”
She hands him the phone……..
“Jay…Is that a BRA????”
And of course….He has NO IDEA.
So I calmly say, “Jason…That is a BRA. YOU are not buying her her first bra. Put them BOTH back and come home. Ill take her soon.”
He said ok and we hung up.
I couldn’t help but laugh……….
THIS IS MY LIFE NOW.
And what a CRAZY, FAST-PACED, BEAUTIFUL life it is.
And then today- she got her adjustable strap “SPORTS BRA”…which is really a PRE-training BRA.
Remember…If you are looking for me – I’ll be the one with her head in the sand.
Sunday, December 25, 2011
This time of year is HARD on us.
We have come a long way in 10 years….
We have gone from telling our middle-class suburban parents, “We don’t agree…so COUNT US OUT.”
the last 2 years sitting around a table for a Christmas dinner at families house.
It has been a JOURNEY into ourselves.
It has been a journey to TRUTH and what is right for US.
We are trying to walk a THIN line.
On one side we GREW up with these customs and traditions….
The Christmas story
On the other side….
We are on our own journey
we celebrate Christ in our own way
we are creating our own culture and traditions as a family
But in NO WAY does that mean we don’t appreciate the way we grew up…..or our families and their ways.
I love the memories I have of my childhood and the holidays.
I have no ill will because my beliefs as an adult are DIFFERENT.
I look at it as a JOURNEY I was MEANT for…
I have confidence that EVERY SINGLE step I took before today brought me to where I am RIGHT NOW.
I am am APPRECIATIVE of that.
I am thankful to my parents for loving me thru the “bad times”…when loving me wasn’t easy.
I am proud of my childhood and life….I believe that GOD set me on THIS path in order to have THIS life.
As I look around today and see the life and laughter in my home, and the LOVE that surrounds me in my life………..
I can’t help but think that it doesn’t matter if we say MERRY CHRISTMAS, HAPPY HANNAKAH, or as Jay says it- “Happy Whole-lotta-days”,
It doesn’t matter if we have a Christmas tree, presents or stockings,
a menorah or dreidel,
or none of the above…
ALL that matters is that we share LOVE.
Friday, December 23, 2011
Yesterday Jay was soooo excited when he got on the scale and had GAINED 10 pounds…………..since HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATION!!!!!!!!!!!
He is 37.
He grabbed his tummy,which is now a 4 pack instead of a 6 pack, and said, “I worked hard for THIS.”
I could not help but LAUGH….
It made me think of how we ALL live inside our own heads.
Our expectations of ourselves are soooo completely different than what OTHERS expect from us.
We are so consumed with ourselves that we forget -----
We are all BLESSED to have full bellies….and even MORE blessed if we can accumulate FAT on top of them.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
SMOKE AND MIRRORS by Shainee Ellison
It was upon us. The husband's annual work Christmas party. I've grown to look forward to this event each year, especially since my bestie Jana works with Matt now. Jana and I relish in the fact that it is one of our only "real" opportunities a year to glam it up for a night out with our babies daddies, and glam it up we do. I do believe the husbands think our gusto is a bit over the top. Imagine that?
THREE days before the party ( got to love procrastination or the mindset that we Mama's work best under pressure) Jana and I , with three little budding fashionista's headed to the mall with our game faces on..... Literally! The stores screamed out bright colors and glittery displays begging our eyes to look and our bodies to follow suite. Carefully, painstakingly, we tried dress on after dress, outfit after outfit. For me, my biggest issue is at 5'7, which isn't THAT tall, all the dresses resembled long shirts. One sales girl overhearing us talk about how SMALL everything was, was glad to inform us this was a juniors store. Hey we had juniors with us! ( ; After MANY hours with our three little helpers we were all tired and hungry. We all seemed relieved to be at the fun part of the trip...food court time!
The day of the party arrived and I wasn't feeling great. The dress I had got suddenly seemed like a torture device. Wearing that all night would be super uncomfortable. Uh-oh my mindset of fashion over comfort was quickly leaving my mind. Houston, we have a problem. See, once I lose that mentality, it is all downhill from there. So off to Ross I went, 3 hours before the party thinking I can find something and I did...for $6.99!!!! Malls shmalls! I raced home with the "I think I can" mindset, trying to prep my brain for the transformation from tired, ill feeling mama, to glamour queen.
The problem with me is I am a massive homebody. I love the comforts of my space, the warm colors, smells, and sounds of my home. That said I was in a "home" mood bad so I needed to pep talk myself and get her done!
1 .Sprayed myself to a lovely orangey -tan shade-Check
2, Hair sprayed, curled, and molded to a big hair level-Check
3. Make-up applied with a spray gun to last all night-Check
4. Fake nails on and painted-----never happened!
5. 20 inch heals duct tapped around my ankles so I didn't die-Check-just kidding!
6. And last but not least, my screaming into the mirror, "You feel hot" ....not!-Check
As I walked out my oldest said,"Hey there super model", and my youngest said ,"Wow Mommy!" Then the most important opinion, my mans. He couldn't stop singing my praises. So even though inside I felt like the mama that teaches in her pj's most days, my family made me feel really beautiful. Mindset changed. So as I sit here and write this in the comforts of my home, sipping coffee, STILL in my Pj's I know that deep down inside that girl is in there. The one I call out ever so rarely. The one that LOVES playing dress up. And you know what , she looks fabulous<3
Monday, December 19, 2011
Sometimes people ask, “WHY do you homeschool???”
I always stand there…STUNNED for a minute.
There are SOOOOOO MANY reasons WHY I homeschool, it always FEELS heavy when someone asks….Like there is JUDGEMENT in there somewhere.
I mean REALLY???? Is THAT a question that NEEDS to be asked today??? I would never say to someone, “WHY do you put your kids in PUBLIC school????”
And in the words of Ziggy Marley…
“I don’t condemn. I don’t convert.”
I love homeschooling….AND I realize that not everyone CAN homeschool, for 1 reason or another.
I love the HUGE, MASSIVE Responsibility of teaching all my 4 children EVERYTHING they know.
It is DAUNTING…and HEAVY, but I would have it
Trust me…It is HUGE.
I FEEL IT.
And the anxiety and worry that comes with homeschooling is UNBELIEVABLE.
Are my kids doing what THEY are?
Are my kids reading THAT?
Are my kids as smart as THEM?
All these thoughts have run through my head 1000’s of times like a replaying record….skipping.
There is not 1 DAY that goes by that I am not aware that I am the AMBASSADOR for the FUTURE of these kids.
I feel it.
I have doubts everyday….
CAN I do this?
SHOULD I do this?
WHY am I doing this?
We are on our 6th year of homeschooling and I am only SLIGHTLY more confident than I was the 1st year!!! LOL'
But everyday I tell myself a few things:
I am BRAVE
I am STRONG
NOONE is more INVESTED in these children than ME.
And when I need it…
GOD reassures me that I am on MY journey.
I am following HIS lead.
I am teaching MORE than MATH.
By homeschooling them and having them TOGETHER all the time, I am fostering something beautiful between them.
I am giving them a gift…an opportunity to GROW something sweet inside themselves.
And sometimes…right when I feel TOO run down, or TOO tired I am given a SIGN.
A sign that says, ”You are doing something RIGHT.”
THAT is what happened last night….
We had gone to Jacksonville for the annual Holiday dinner and were all totally stuffed and tired when we left…so on the way home – the girls fell asleep.
We pulled in the driveway and I prepared myself to get Sheba and carry her inside.
By the time I got to the back door of the van, Zeek was there and he said , “No, Mom…I got her” , and he picks up his sleeping, heavy 6 year old sister and carries toward the door.
As I walk behind them, I see her wake up and look to see WHO is carrying her. When she sees it is Zeek, she smiles and lays her head back down on his shoulder…confident that her brother has her.
It really made me feel BLESSED and touched.
It reminded me that we don’t have to be ANYONE else but US.
We don’t have to COMPETE.
We are doing JUST FINE…………………..
Monday, December 12, 2011
Life has a way of always giving me exactly what I need.
It may not always be what I WANT….but it is
God has a funny way of “insuring” that.
HE is CLEVER.
He has a special way of keeping me on my toes….as long as I keep my EYES open.
We had it planned for WEEKS.
Shopping for party dresses with my BFF Shainee and the girls.
I was looking forward to it….
till it got closer and closer.
I started to dread it because I was worried that I wouldn’t find ANYTHING on such short notice(party = 3 days away) and that the girls we’re coming with us.
I thought it would be TOO MUCH to take two 9 year olds and a 6 year old to the mall shopping….for US.
Sunday morning came and I started to get nervous….
Would they be good? Was this a mistake?
I gave them the “You better be good. This is a TRIAL run on shopping trips. If you cause me problems….you will PAY” speech and we were off.
I was afraid it would be a LONG day shopping with the 3 girls and my “SMOKIN HOTT, CAN PUT ON ANYTHING AND LOOK GREAT” BFF…..
“This should be fun” I thought when I was getting ready…..
My last facebook status before we left said, “About to head out with 3 little girls and my BFF Shainee Zimmerman Ellison to shop for a dress to wear to the TW party. ♥ LORD, Help me remember I am perfectly made....no matter what the CRAZY dressing room mirrors try to tell me....I am perfectly me.”
I was putting 1 foot in front of the other. Trying to convince myself that this would be “fun”. …..I mean, I was going shopping at a MALL with my BFF and 3 little girls.
“THIS will be great” I thought as we pulled out of the driveway….pushing all the negative self –talk down in my head.
Then it hit me….
there was a reason that I was BLESSED with these girls.
There was a reason that I have daughters…
I could have had 4 sons, but I NEEDED the experience of daughters.
It is as much about ME as it is about them.
GOD ALWAYS HAS A PLAN.
He is soo clever.
He always knew that I secretly hated myself and my body.
He always knew that even when I was “hott” …I was NOT.
He always knew that in my mind….I don’t see what others see.
He always knew that would blanket me in vanity.
HE ALWAYS KNEW.
No matter how much I ignored HIM….He KNEW.
No matter how much I tried to hide…
He found me…... and brought me on a journey to
MY LIFE TODAY.
Today, in my life, with 2 daughters(9 and 6) …
There can be NO NEGATIVE SELF-TALK.
There can be no grumbles and pouting when I need a Large instead of a Medium.
There can be no sulking when the only thing that fits me in a store are the handbags and earrings.
There can be no SELF-PITY when I look in the dressing room mirror and see stretch marks and curves that come with 35 years of LIFE and 4 children.
Because when I walk out of that dressing room with an outfit CLEARLY doesn’t do ANYTHING for me …..
They see ME.
They LOVE me for me.
THEY think I am FABULOUS.
They think I am FLY.
AND…..I am AWARE that they are
They are SOAKING it all in…..little sponges watching me look at MYSELF.
Learning from ME how to LOOK at themselves.
He is CLEVER….
Oh so, CLEVER.
Sunday, December 11, 2011
My BFF Shainee is writing on Sundays for me...
Can you say AWESOME?????
Here is her 2nd post..
To Have and to Hold By Shainee Ellison
It's funny how the years blaze past our eye's at a speed so fast, I feel I sometimes
need to stop and catch my breath. My very wise Mama always instilled in my brain
that marriage had many periods of growth and change. The years of the children being little would be almost totally about their needs. Then after the children begin to grow, then you will rediscover the joy of why you and the father of your babies fell in love in the first place. She told me that the longer you are together, the more you appreciate each other, act like each other and grow together..
I believed all of that whole heartedly, I really did.I saw that with my own beautiful parents. Still..... in the early years of our boys, that seemed like a far off fantasy world and to be honest it sounded downright awful! Time together for just us without our boys clinging to us? I didn't even really want it to be honest. All I could focus on was raising those precious babies and the thought of them gaining independence from me seemed like a million years away.
Well those "million years" rolled by sooner than I could have imagined, and I do mean in the blink of an eye, our little boys were older boys. A lot of the time, they now don't want to run errands with us. I mean being drug around with the folks, how lame? They have lives, friends, and much more interesting plans than to go thrift shopping and lunch with the "rents". So here it was, what my Mama had prepped me for. The time when it was back to us. For years the idea of the boys being more independent of us TERRIFIED me. I was a mama and that was all I had really known for so many years. Even though I was still VERY needed, it was a different type of needed. Still I had two choices, lay down and cry about life's changes and try not to stalk other people's little children, ( LOL!) or try to enjoy this new found freedom. I chose door #2.
I can say in all honesty, the time spent alone rediscovering my husband has been down right wonderful and I am enjoying the heck our "dates". I am relearning how funny, handsome, and down right adorable this man is. I am realizing, that the boy I met 21 years ago and that I feel head over heels in love with is still here and that he never left, he just put on the Daddy, provider hat and rolled with it. I guess in retrospect, the girl he feel in love with never left either. She just put on the Mommy hat and buckled down and raised his babies. As minutes turn into hours, hours to days, and days to years, I look forward to the adventures we will have, memories that will be made, milestones that we will watch our sons cross into manhood and hopefully, prayfully grow up to be a lot like the man I have had the pleasure to share this crazy adventure called marriage with.
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Life is a journey.
Sometimes it becomes totally evident that WE RE STILL LEARNING.
As parents and as adults…we are still students of LIFE.
Even when our intentions are nothing but GOOD….sometimes we make mistakes.
THAT is exactly what happened the other day when my BFF Shainee wrote a guest post on my blog. I had been trying to get her to write for me for a while, she is amazingly funny and insightful.
So she did…read it HERE so that you will understand.
I was right, it was funny and insightful.
A story about a homeschool Moms journey as her son grows up.
We were both so excited and felt pretty good about the whole thing.
Then….I posted it on Facebook….and so did she.
Which meant that her 15 year old son and all HIS FRIENDS saw the blog.
Apparently…..we are idiots and didn’t even THINK about that fact that we were posting his PIN number and a story that HE MAY THINK would be embarrassing.
I got a text that went something like this:
“Change the PIN NUMBER!!!!” LOL
I stood there in shock for the first few minutes…
OMG….we really just did that with no thought to what HE MAY THINK. WOW.
Major FAIL in the parenting department….LOL.
It made me think about how as parents, sometimes we feel “adjusted” to our kids. Sometimes we feel like we are STEADY with them…we KNOW our relationship.
We feel secure in where we stand and how we feel and how they feel. We feel SATURATED enough in each others lives that we are “IN TUNE”….
And then something happens that puts things in perspective.
Sometimes things happens that make you realize ….
And we get comfortable.
We get used to our kids the way they are.
We forget that they are ever-changing.
We forget that as they grow…we must adjust and bend.
So….It was a definite life lesson.
It made me grateful that we get-
we get mistakes
and second chances….in life.
We get FORGIVENESS…..
from our kids and from GOD.
It made me thankful for GRACE…
and for those who give it.
Monday, December 5, 2011
Soul Sister: A girl who enters your life and you instantly connect to. Someone who knows you and appreciates you for who you are. She is someone that you don’t actually have to SEE to FEEL. Someone you are connected to…no matter what.
I am BLESSED to have some of those in my life.
One of my VERY BEST FRIENDS is named Shainee. She is an amazing God-fearing woman who is ALWAYS down for me.
We talk DAILY and she is always telling me funny stories about life, homeschooling, and her family.
I have been trying to get her to GUEST POST on my blog for a while…
and she FINALLY DID.
And as you will read …..she did GREAT!!!!
So great that I am making her write for me every week!!!!
I’m calling it “Soul Sister Sunday”……
Today was the day. I felt like super homeschool mom to be honest. Patting myself on the back, I drove my 15 (yes that's right, 15) year old son to open up his very first bank account with a significant first deposit, that he had saved himself playing in his band. In my mind I thought that people must think I am such a smart mom, teaching her son to save.
As we walked into the bank, I had this immense pride in the fact that while other 15 year olds could barely wake up to get to school, I had a straight A, musically gifted, little financial dynamo that was very maturely wanting to save in something other then his piggy bank. The teller greeted us with a smile asking how she could help us. I , trying to hide my stupid"proud mama" smile that I wore ear to ear responded with our intentions. She said, "How wonderful at his age!", and told us to take a seat and the president would be with us shortly.
Now mind you, I have very little love for banking institutions but understand they are a necessary evil. That said, "THE President was helping MY son!!!!!!" As he called us into his office and asked how he could help us, I explained that my son was making a lot of cash playing in his locally popular band and name dropped all the places they play. To my defense, for this I am now, so ashamed. Wink, wink. He responded in admiration and said how they have very few 15 year olds opening accounts, and what a responsible young man he was. Score one for the homeschool mama! This was going as wonderfully as I thought.
Once all the formalities were in place, he told us he would set up an online account right then and there with him so he understood how it worked. Mission accomplished, my homeschooled son was a mature, well educated, functioning human being in this world,and this bank president knew it! Then it happened, the perfect image I had painted quickly began to fade and fade quickly it did.
The banker smiled at me and said that he needed to set up some privacy questions for sons account safety. "Of course", I replied and looked to my boy with approval. Then came the first question, "What is the 4 digit pin you would like to use?' My son smiled and instantly said, 1956, the year the Grateful Dead started playing. It was at this moment I noticed the Dead t-shirt he was sporting. No biggie, I love The Dead. Next question, "What is you fathers middle name?" No brainer right? Wrong! My husband goes by his middle name and it became quite apparent that my son had his father's middle and first name confused. I started to feel a little clammy. This was not what an intelligent homeschooled genius looks like. The banker looked amused and at this point I am wondering if this banker might think my little hippie son is stoned,which he was not!
Hoping to leave swiftly at this point and make deposits from the safety of the outside of a bank, on came the deal breaker, the icing on the cake, or in my case, the pie in the face, The banker said that the final step was for my son to sign his name in the atm pad to make his first deposit. Ok, thank the Lord above, we were almost done! And then it happened. I watched in horror as he PRINTED his name! Yes, that's right, I said printed his name.
I felt my armpits begin to sweat as I sweetly leaned over and whispered and tried not to sound mortified, "Bud, that's is your printed name, he wants your signature"..yano , like cursive!!!! Trying to act like it was a simple mistake, my son looked at me perplexed and said, "Mom, we haven't done cursive since like 3rd grade!" I tried to save face by talking the importance of online schooling and computer text versus the ancient 1990 art of cursive. The banker looked embarrassed for me as he sympathetically agreed. My son then began the task of writing his signature with giant letters and the skill of his third grade self. Phew, at least it was done. The banker shook our hand and I high stepped it out of there with my new little bank account holder in tow.
In retrospect the day was a huge mama success. Like the banker said, few 15 year olds have a bank accounts and even though my son acted like a kid, I can't help but smile and be thankful for just that. In a few short years , this sweet boy will no longer need me for such things. And so what if his signature wasn't perfectly formed? I have taught him so many more valuable things that he will carry with him his whole life. The ability to see people for who God made them to be, the kindness that flows from his being, and the strength to stand out in this world and be an original. But most importantly, I realized that I have no need to sing my sons praises to strangers because after time spent with other people, they are the one that do the singing.
Saturday, December 3, 2011
Yes…we’re here AGAIN.
I am sure some of you are saying, “Oh, no!!! Here comes the Christmas rant …AGAIN.”
But…I am NOT. GOING. TO. DO. IT.
If you want to know my views on Christmas….You can find them on this blog…check back in the month of December in the past few years.
This year…I am going about this a little differently.
I thought this year that maybe instead of pointing out the “don’ts”, I would point out some “do’s”.
You see THIS year I find myself STRETCHING.
My mind is growing.
JUST In the past couple of years we haven’t TOTALLY shunned Christmas and anything that has to do with it. Our lives have opened up to new ideas. The kids have grown and up and we feel like we can expose them to things that we COULDN’T before.
Learning to walk a new walk…we are trying to focus on what we appreciate about this time of year.
It is actually the SAME things that we appreciate EVERY OTHER time of year….but, we are JUST figuring out how to navigate OUTSIDE of our comfort zone.
We are TRYING to adapt….trying to ADJUST.
It is an INTERNAL STRUGGLE.
Something I wrestle with DAILY.
So THIS year….I thought that maybe I would SHARE some things that HELP make this SEASON “feel right” to me.
THIS month…I am going to try and post about some different things that might do the same for YOU.
The FIRST thing I want to post are some IDEAS.
Some things that you can do that are EASY and CHEAP.
I am working out within myself that “gifts” during this time of year are ok.
STRESSING out and going into debt to BUY gifts…NOT OK.
And if this SEASON is TRULY about JESUS and HONORING him….I think that he would be MAJORLY PISSED at the way this society has been TOTALLY overtaken by consumerism and materialism.
This is my 1st idea:
MAKE everything you can.
White Chocolate Peppermint covered Popcorn????
Let’s fight the MACHINE…as much as possible.
You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give. ~Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet
Thursday, December 1, 2011
I officially turned into my Mother.
I love my Mother, don’t get me wrong. She is amazing,but- there is something weird and “out –of- body” when you realize ..
Maybe not in every way…maybe not every DAY.
But…at the core we are all OUR MOTHERS.
Mothers are all the same…at the core.
We love our babies and will fight to the death for our families.
All the same….kind of.
When I was young….I liked thrift stores.
I LOVED a $.25 shirt.
My Mother did not….which of course, fueled MY fire.
She would throw them away when I wasn’t watching.
Every chance I got I would go to the Purple Heart in Pasadena, Texas and buy every $.25 shirt I thought would slightly set me apart from EVERYONE else….and slightly tick off my Mom.
Of course, at the time…I didn’t realize what I was doing….
On SOME levels.
I thought I just liked THOSE shirts.
I was not yet wise enough to realize that at my core …I was just being a rebel….to be a rebel.
I was not yet wise enough that I was fighting the wrong oppose.
She wasn’t the enemy…even if she DID steal my shirts.
She wasn’t TRYING to keep me from the vintage jacket that I got for $3…..but she couldn’t help it.
She was trying…..just to keep some control.
She NEEDED to still grasp onto me in some small way.
I was growing up, and she just wanted to do some editing.
And then you GROWN UP…..and have kids of your own.
At some point we realize that our parents want what is BEST for us…even if it means fighting us.
Even if it means EDITING…just to have a touch of control on something you have NO CONTROL over …
And then it happened to me…..
Sheba got a shirt in a bag of clothes…
It was CRAZY BAD….
I know that the animal print and stripes are “in”…but-
I took the shirt before Sheba could see it and
Immediately realizing that ..
I AM MY MOTHER.
I AM EVERY MOTHER.
Just editing my way thru their lives…
TRYING to hold onto a small bit of control.
Just like MY Mother did.