“All it takes is the suffering of a single broken soul, to cause unending disasters to eventually unfold.” ~M
Well my new clothes dryer was delivered today and the darn thing actually performed a musical production for me when it was finished with its first load! I feel as if I’m supposed to dance around and sing now, like Snow White and Cinderella; and I was almost expecting happy little birds to fly out of the inner chamber, when I went to gather my clothes to fold them.
I guess the world is trying to develop ways to disguise our mundane tasks, and somehow help us “find the fun” like in Mary Poppins. And perhaps with the snap of our fingers, our jobs will become an amusing game! Lol….
Well, all I can say is… it did bring a smile to my face, when I thought about how completely ridiculous it is to have an appliance serenading me during the hustle and bustle of my day. Oh what will they think of next! 😜
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As I was heading out from dropping my daughter off at church tonight for Awana, someone stopped me to tell me how well-behaved my daughter always is. It’s so good to hear that your child is well liked by others and acting appropriately when they are away from you. And honestly, I am not surprised by the comment that was made. My daughter Autumn is 8 years old, and one of the happiest children that I have ever met.
She is always smiling, and loves to surround herself with people. It makes it very hard to home school her at times, for I fear that she isn’t getting the social interaction that she requires. And yet by being home schooled, I think it has helped her to stay so well adjusted. She doesn’t have to deal with the kids on the playground calling her names and she doesn’t have to worry about fitting in. She is so happy here at home, that I often wonder what a public school might do to her sweet spirit.
I myself, grew up going to a public school, and I learned from an early age to be very wary of the kids around me. Most of my classmates were affiliated with different gangs in the area, and most would insist that I choose a side. Weapons were routinely brought to school and passed around, which made me feel very unsafe and ill prepared for whatever situation I might be forced into. I felt like an outsider most of the time, since I was one of the few Caucasian girls in my class. It made such a difference, because so often I couldn’t speak their language, and so even if I had wanted to, I couldn’t interact with the majority of the kids around me.
I also grew up in a very poor area of town, and so even during the day, it was dangerous to walk the streets alone. My mother kept me very sheltered because of it, and I wasn’t allowed to do much of anything or go anywhere, because my mother feared what might happen to me if she let me out of her sight for even a minute.
Now that I have my own four girls, I don’t blame my mother for being so overprotective, but I do wish she had been a little less stringent, and perhaps allowed me a bit more freedom than she did. But who knows… by doing that, something terrible could have happened to me, and so I have to believe that she did the best she could, and her over protectiveness probably benefited me in ways, in which I will never fully understand.
On the way home tonight, I couldn’t stop thinking about the comment made about my daughter, and I began to wonder what life would have been like, had Autumn’s twin been born as well. I don’t bring it up very often, but I had a miscarriage early on in my pregnancy with her, and another miscarriage the year prior.
As I think back to that time in my life, I still feel so much grief over losing them. I often sit and wonder about each one; what their personalities would have been like, their potential likes and dislikes, how they would have looked, etc…. And I find myself daydreaming, about how different my life would be now, had they both been born.
It still breaks my heart, knowing that I will never be able to hold either one of them in my arms and rock them to sleep, or sing them a lullaby before tucking them into bed. And when I see my daughter Autumn’s bright smiling face, I just want to wrap my arms around her and never let her go. She is such an amazing blessing to me, as are my other three girls. So today, I just want to say how thankful I am, for the children I do have, and for the loving personalities of each one. I feel amazingly blessed.
It’s been awhile since I wrote a Him vs. Her, and there’s been a few things that I’ve wanted to share, so here goes…
As I’ve spoken of in recent days, hubby and I have been having quite a bit of trouble getting through these past two years. We’re coming up on 23 years of marriage in February and although things haven’t been the best, I see a ton of progress being made in our relationship.
One thing that has recently changed, is the fact that hubby began to ask himself why we weren’t connecting the way we ought to be. He started praying about a lot of things that he had been struggling with, and asking God to show him where he was going wrong.
One morning he suddenly woke up, and announced to me that he was no longer going to be the man that just let life pass him by. He vowed to encourage me in my own faith, to stop withholding his love from me, and promised to become the man that I deserve.
I was quite taken back from his sudden change of heart. I truly wondered if he was serious. After so many years of me feeling rejected and unloved by him, I wondered why he wanted to change now. I was actually a bit angry at first, and wondered why he waited almost 23 years to change his tune and be the man that I had always hoped he would be.
It’s been about a month now, and my head is still spinning from the changes that I see in him. I still have my doubts that things will stay this way and I am unsure of how to act sometimes, because I had gotten so used to feeling as if I didn’t matter to him. I felt ignored, unimportant, and very unhappy most of the time.
So now confusion is setting in. I keep asking myself… Is this real? Will this last? And do I really want to give him a chance to fix what’s been broken for so long? My stubborn side tells me not to give in; warns me that he had his chance, and reminds me that my heart has since moved on. And yet the part of me that has never stopped loving him, tells me to forgive and forget; to let go of the past and move forward, because obviously God has taken his heart and changed it for the good.
I feel vulnerable in accepting the possibility that he really has changed. I feel like I could wake up tomorrow and be taken for granted once again. I don’t think I can handle another 23 years of feeling that way and I’m almost fearful of being blindsided and letting that happen again.
I have become stronger in these last two years. Learning to be more independent of him because he wasn’t always there, and quite honestly, I grew to love the freedom of being alone, because it meant that I didn’t have to continue feeling rejected by him. I used writing as my escape and felt like I didn’t need him anymore.
So now, I have a choice to make. I am struggling every day to either accept this unexpected gift that apparently God has given me, or throw it all away because I’m stubborn and tired of trying. It sounds like an easy choice, and yet I’m fighting against my own will to keep myself from getting hurt. My heart just won’t let me forget all the suffering and the pain, which plagued me for so long. And yet I know what I must do.
In recent days, I have been blessed with loving words of affirmation, by my husband who is trying so very hard to make things right. Tonight I spent some time going through all the notes that he’s been leaving for me over the past month, and I affixed them to the tree that I painted on my office wall. I decided that I needed these loving reminders, to help me move forward. I need to forget the years of bad memories and replace them with the good ones that we are finally making together. I think I may eventually win this battle after all.