Nine years ago we moved to North Carolina. At the time, we had an almost 4 year old and a nearly 2 year old. The moving truck arrived at our new home, where my husband was left to deal with the movers and two little boys. I was in the Urgent Care with gallstones, feeling guilty for leaving him alone, yet anxious that I was possibly going to have my gall bladder removed. While all of this was going on, a neighbor came over to introduce herself to my husband. Not bearing a casserole, or cookies, or offering to help with the boys….no, she had a brochure for her church. We never became friends with her really, nor did we ever attend her church.
We have just left the Midwest and moved to Tennessee. Husband and I have been married for 16 years this month. This is our fifth state in those 16 years. We have lived in 7 cities within those 5 states. We also purchased our 5th home and we are just shy of 40. I realize military families have it much harder and move even more frequently, and I applaud you and thank you for service, but it’s still a lot and it’s still hard, so let me have my moment!
We are literally in the midst of a move right now. Like homeless really at the moment, while we wait to close on our new house. We have left our house in the Midwest after two years and are working our way back south. While we are originally from the Midwest, my husband and I, three of the four boys were born in the South. And we are really kind of just Southerners at heart. We like the slower pace, the warmer weather, saying y’all and soda, and you don’t have to order Sweet Tea, it just automatically comes that way.
I think we as a society have lost our collective minds. I mean, really and truly. I live in a smallish town in the Midwest. It is a great town and people from here have a lot of town pride. Which is not a bad thing. Our little town also has a Facebook page (or three). Also not a bad thing. I have used this page to find my lost dogs or for referrals and to just stay aware of events and all. But there can also be some very, um…passionate people.
I don’t think it’s a secret that I LOVE baseball season! I was raised a Cubs fan and would watch them on TV or catch a game here and there. But now that I’m raising a houseful of boys, Spring in our house equals baseball. We are raising our kids to be Cubs fans too. I know they are the Lovable Losers and we have had many painful years, but now, #WeAreGood!! And they are fun to watch!
Number four will be starting first grade in August. My baby will be in school. All day. Every day. Which is weird, and exciting, and sad all at the same time. However, this also means that I should be probably go back to work.
I am a licensed teacher, or was a licensed a teacher. I even have a Masters in Gifted Education. Which would lead one to believe that I should probably just go back to being a teacher. But I really don’t want to. Teaching has changed so very much in the last 15 years, and it is so full of politics and testing that I just don’t think I can even deal!
If it isn’t completely obvious by the name of this blog, I am a Friends fan. I loved that show. I almost ruined my now husband’s proposal plans 17 years ago because I was afraid we were going to miss Friends! When the show was ending, I was devastated. Then I read this quote from Marta Kauffman, the show’s creator, “Friends was about that time in your life when your friends are your family and once you have a family, there’s no need anymore.” That actually made sense to me. During the run of “Friends”, I had gone to college, graduated from college, gotten married, and had a kid or two. It was time for them to move on…. But that is a Moo Point.
A 16 year old girl decided to take a stand against human trafficking. Yes, 16. When I was sixteen, I was worried about my cheerleading uniform, my weight, and my boyfriend. That was about it. Bethany Winz decided to wear one black dress every day for one year in an effort to raise awareness of and money for human trafficking. One Dress. One Year. tells her story.
She had me at the introduction.
The dress helped me see myself for who I was….: a girl who needed to be set free from perfectionism and pride and guilt and the notion that I couldn’t buy my way into God’s good graces with my grand plans. I couldn’t. All I could do was hope that somehow, even when I felt unlovable, he loved me still. The beautiful part was that in my darkness and my doubt, God met me. He’s still meeting me. I’m sure your story won’t be the same as mine, but I bet if you look closely, you’ll find God meeting you too. (p.13)
I spent last week in Box Top Hell. Yes, it is an actual thing. If you’re not familiar with the whole Box Top thing, let me explain. Several food products have Box Tops for Education, you clip the Box Top off, turn it into your school, and an angel at the school sends them in for money. It is a fabulous way to raise money for schools, which are extremely lacking in funds.
There are two “turn in” dates that Box Tops must be submitted by each year. One of them is March 1. The school my children attend had a Box Top committee chairperson (Yes, this is also a THING. The world of PTO is very exciting, isn’t it?). Anyway, our Box Top Committee chairperson decided, without telling anyone, that she no longer wanted to be the Box Top Clipping Angel. Therefore, a new Box Top Angel, needed to step in. Guess who offered?!
I almost quit my blog at the beginning of this year. I feel like every other blogger out there…and there are so very many, is better than me. Or has something more important to say. Or at least knows how to say it better. I’m not inspiring anyone. I’m not changing the world through my words. It is definitely not a career.
Then I read Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert. And then I read it again. In it, Gilbert describes how we are made to create things, we have always been creators of things. We may not all be as talented as Shakespeare or Van Gogh or Beethoven, but we can all create things. What stops most of us from creating things though? Fear. “Fear is boring,” (p.19)