Month: June 2017

Took all three to the grocery today. I do that often. But today I was in no shape. Even after a “pep” talk that involved a great number of threats, a trip that should have taken 35 minutes took almost two hours. 

I ran over each boy with the cart at least twice. We made two trips to the restroom, for all three kids. BTW: my boys think it’s a sin to use the women’s restroom now. 

We looked at the fish. One hid in multiple clothes racks and jumped out to scare us. The baby pulled three shirts from the hangers. All in all, it wasn’t terrible. But I. Was. Done. 

This particular store has mostly self checkout lines. The boys insisted on buying toys for my in-laws’ dog. I obliged. 

At the checkout line—- I am scanning our items. I have trained the 6-year-old to bag groceries while I self-check. Child labor, schmild labor.  The lady overseeing self-checkout must have felt sorry for him and came to assist him. 

The rubber chicken/duck we were purchasing for the cousin-dog didn’t have a tag. I’m sure it once had a tag. But between the oldest and the baby throwing it and chewing on it, the tag was gone. The lady approached me. She looked it over. She asked if it had a tag. I told her I’m sure it did. She looked at me long and hard. 

I think she saw the despair in my eyes. The despair at the thought of spending 3 more minutes at that station while she searched for a price and a code. 

She told me it didn’t squeak anymore–which I’m certain was due to the 11 minutes it spent with my children, and said, “it’s ok. It doesn’t work. Just take it.”
I just want to say thank you to that young lady. Not because the $4 would make a difference in our already depeleting family funds. But for noticing that I was done. I was spent. And I had nothing left to stand and wait for a price check on a plastic duck with a squeaker for my mother-in-law’s dog. She will never know how much her kindness is appreciated— Unless she has three unruly children. In that case, she might. Much love to all beautiful women out there today!! ? God made you. And you just might be the one whom blesses another struggling woman today. 
❤️ Shalom
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I’ve been gone. I could say it’s because I was busy – which is true – but that is not the ultimate reason for my absence. Fear. Gosh, this is difficult to admit. Fear paralyzed me. I conquered the fear of creating the page, of writing the first post. I conquered the sickness I felt when I hit post for the first time. Honestly, I had no idea that I would feel so vulnerable every time I blogged. Every post is a piece of me. It’s something I created and the fear of rejection is real—even if it’s just through the phone or computer. 

This is a new feeling for me. I’m not an artist of any kind. Don’t play an instrument or paint. So I’ve never had to put myself out there. And in the face of it all, I stopped. I allowed my fear to convince me, that my posts were obnoxious. That when you saw my link, you rolled your eyes in disgust. So, I quit. 

This week I saw a dear life-long friend that I don’t see often. She asked me about the blog. It’s funny. A great number of people have asked me about it for the last few months, and I always gave a superficial answer. But for some reason I spilled it. I told her the truth. And her response was exactly what I needed. She told me that I had to shed my vulnerability. She has built a booming direct sales business in which she makes women feel good about themselves. But she had to get out of her own way to do that. What if this isn’t about me??????? What if I am called to reach out???? 

If that’s true, I have been failing. My fear won. Thank you friend. Thank you for giving me perspective and once again courage. If my words frustrate you or you aren’t in the mood, please please please scroll on past. I promise. I genuinely prefer to not be one more “thing” in your already overwhelming day. Cause I know that feeling all to well. If not, I promise to bring it. I pray that if you need a chuckle, I provide. And if you need words of hope, I provide that too.   #letthemseeyou
❤️ Shalom 
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