Moving has my nerves completely shot.
It's funny how I remember so few details of our move from Alabama 2 years ago.
But I'm sure I was a total spazz then, too.
I remember leaving almost half of our stuff on the curb because we thought the middle size truck would be big enough, but it wasn't.
I remember everybody stinking to high heaven after packing the truck and thinking we'd shower before we hit the road, but we had packed all the towels and clothes. And soap.
And then we drove through the night in a car with no a/c and had 2 dogs and a cat with us.
OMG, we probably stunk so incredibly bad.
Maybe in 2 years I'll hardly remember this move, too.
That will be awesome.
I think what it comes down to is that I hate change.
Even if it's a good change, it just takes me a while to be okay with it.
But I'm so excited about the house and the new neighborhood.
The kids only have a few more days of school left.
Brace yourselves because the "back to school" posts will be coming soon.
If you know me, you know that back to school almost slays me every year.
It's like tax season for an accountant, or the olympics for an athlete, except nobody pays me and I get no metals.
Happy summer, y'all.
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Monday, May 7, 2012
Life changing.
Y'all know I love Oprah.
Well, she interviewed T.D. Jakes a few weeks ago and I absolutely fell in love with him.
Sure, I had seen him on tv before and noticed his books in the grocery store, but never really thought too much about it.
The excerpts of his sermon featured on the show have changed me.
I cannot tell you how many times since then I've heard the words. "He's blessing something that isn't enough."
His retelling of a simple bible story was profound to me and Oprah, too. That's probably because we're soul sisters!
I found the sermon all typed out online, it may not be verbatim, but you'll get the idea.
“...You know the story as well as I do.
The little boy there with 2 fish and 5 loaves of bread. Then the miracle begins to occur.
And He took it, and He blessed it. And I’d like to talk about that because He’s blessing something that is not enough.
Until you can be thankful for something that is not enough; then what you have cannot be multiplied into what is more than enough.
We are certain that he has 2 fish and 5 loaves of bread when He blessed it. As he broke it, that’s where we lose count.
You understand then that the blessing is in the breaking. That that refuses to be broken, refuses to be blessed. It is the breaking of life that produces the blessing of life.
Now, I know a lot of you don’t understand that because you yourselves have not been broken, but I have noticed in my life that the most blessed people I have ever met in my life have gone through something that has broken them."
—Bishop T.D. Jakes
Well, she interviewed T.D. Jakes a few weeks ago and I absolutely fell in love with him.
Sure, I had seen him on tv before and noticed his books in the grocery store, but never really thought too much about it.
The excerpts of his sermon featured on the show have changed me.
I cannot tell you how many times since then I've heard the words. "He's blessing something that isn't enough."
His retelling of a simple bible story was profound to me and Oprah, too. That's probably because we're soul sisters!
I found the sermon all typed out online, it may not be verbatim, but you'll get the idea.
“...You know the story as well as I do.
The little boy there with 2 fish and 5 loaves of bread. Then the miracle begins to occur.
And He took it, and He blessed it. And I’d like to talk about that because He’s blessing something that is not enough.
Until you can be thankful for something that is not enough; then what you have cannot be multiplied into what is more than enough.
We are certain that he has 2 fish and 5 loaves of bread when He blessed it. As he broke it, that’s where we lose count.
You understand then that the blessing is in the breaking. That that refuses to be broken, refuses to be blessed. It is the breaking of life that produces the blessing of life.
Now, I know a lot of you don’t understand that because you yourselves have not been broken, but I have noticed in my life that the most blessed people I have ever met in my life have gone through something that has broken them."
—Bishop T.D. Jakes
Sunday, May 6, 2012
tonight, we are young.
And by "we," I mean Alexandria and her 8th grade classmates.
She had her first (non-sponsored)school dance on Friday night.
I never went to school dances, except for my senior prom.
I was more of a house-party girl and because of that, I am definitely encouraging the school parties; even if they're non-sponsored. I'll pay the money just to keep my kid away from house-parties.
It was totally bittersweet to drop her off.
I advised her to just dance because everybody has more fun when they're dancing.
She had a little mini panic attack, and while I basically forced her out of the car, I thought about how she is so much braver than me.
I parked in the grass because the Volvo is pretty much to the point of embarrassing both of us.
I watched her walk in, high-heels sinking in the dirt with every step. I gave her a few minutes to decide if she really wanted to stay, and then I left for 2.5 hours.
In these moments, it hits me like a ton of bricks; I'm the mom now.
But wait, I was just in high-school.
She starts high-school in 3 months.
Dear Aiya,
Enjoy your youth, little bird.
It's beautiful and fleeting.
Go and make the best friends you'll ever have.
Laugh, and dance, and sing, and splash in the ocean.
Just be free, and wise as you can be.
I'll always be waiting for you to come home.
-mom
She had her first (non-sponsored)school dance on Friday night.
I never went to school dances, except for my senior prom.
I was more of a house-party girl and because of that, I am definitely encouraging the school parties; even if they're non-sponsored. I'll pay the money just to keep my kid away from house-parties.
It was totally bittersweet to drop her off.
I advised her to just dance because everybody has more fun when they're dancing.
She had a little mini panic attack, and while I basically forced her out of the car, I thought about how she is so much braver than me.
I parked in the grass because the Volvo is pretty much to the point of embarrassing both of us.
I watched her walk in, high-heels sinking in the dirt with every step. I gave her a few minutes to decide if she really wanted to stay, and then I left for 2.5 hours.
In these moments, it hits me like a ton of bricks; I'm the mom now.
But wait, I was just in high-school.
She starts high-school in 3 months.
Dear Aiya,
Enjoy your youth, little bird.
It's beautiful and fleeting.
Go and make the best friends you'll ever have.
Laugh, and dance, and sing, and splash in the ocean.
Just be free, and wise as you can be.
I'll always be waiting for you to come home.
-mom
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