Hold the Phone, I am an Author!!

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Just Jump

There was one time, I jumped out of an airplane. I had been on many before, even over a war zone when the turbulence was questionable to the pilot’s skill and flares shot out the back to ward off enemy fire. I would sometimes ask my fellow passengers if they would jump. Some looked at me wide-eyed and green-faced and shook their head no. Others would consider the question and without too much thought claim they would. I, however, had spend some time mulling the question over. I decided that if some one shoved a parachute in my arms, and had full confidence that I would live through the experience, I would absolutely do it. I think this is pretty consistent with most things in my life, though only a few where failure would mean certain death.

There is never a perfect time to have kids, buy a house, change jobs, get married. I mean sure, looking back everything fell into place, but at the time it was hard work and incredibly scary. I struggled and got hurt along the way, but every single thing in my life has placed my in the seat I am in (attached to this damn pump). Through all of these changes, one thing has remained consistent: my resilience. I never stopped looking up. I never kept trying for inner peace in the situation. I never let things consume me. And when it was hard to do on my own, I got help. I have been through some of the most horrible things. But I still smile and play with my baby girl when she wakes up, I still hug my son and tell him how handsome he is before school. I tell my husband how much I love him every single day. I come to work and put pride in every thing I do.

The other day I watched a video about Will Smith describing the time he jumped out of a plane. He said something like how complete and utter fear precedes unimaginable bliss. If you have children, those moments before that little person arrive are riddled with fear and anxiety. But the moment you hear that perfect sound of their cry, nothing ever comes close to the happiness and relief of that moment. Separated by milliseconds. Sometimes they are even all smashed together into one.

If this does not personify my message today, I don’t know what would. Thank you Kellie for letting me share this moment.

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This photo was taken by Jennifer Mason of Jennifer Mason Photography. The photo is of my friend Kellie and her brand new babe. (So many feels)

So if you’re on the fence of something incredibly scary and life changing I encourage you to take a chance for the better. (If you are on a literal fence and it’s a long way down, maybe you should reach out for some help like I did). Either way, change might be scary, but I think living the same day over and over is far worse.

 

Sometimes My Kids Creep Me Out

Do you ever have those moments when your child completely creeps you out?? My son tells me to put my ear to the floor of his play room and he says “Can you hear that??? He’s in the walls. There is someone in the walls.”

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Then the other night I was laying in his bed making shadow puppets on the ceiling with a flashlight. He pointed to the ceiling between animals and says, “There he is! He’s in the walls, up THERE!” My son has a loft bed and the hatch for the attic is in his room. SUPER creepy. Thanks, little dude, for giving mommy the heebie-geebies.

Also, with my husband’s and my Cherokee heritage, our kiddos have quite a bit of Native American features. This includes crazy dark brown eyes. My husband’s eyes are almost black. My son’s eyes are getting a little lighter, but my daughter has NO color to her eyes. They are completely black.

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Cute as she is, this is what horror movies are based on. My little Sacajawea baby. She also has a “Mongolian Ink” birth mark on her tiny tush. She is going to kill me when she gets to high school and reads through these. When I brought her home from the hospital I thought my poor teeny baby got a bruise on her butt from her car seat. But good ole WebMD set me straight. “Mongolian spots are very common in any part of the body of dark-skinned babies. They are flat, gray-blue in color (almost looking like a bruise), and can be small or large. They are caused by some pigment that didn’t make it to the top layer when baby’s skin was being formed. They are harmless and usually fade away by school age.” My littles apparently have far more Cherokee blood than their mama. Only about 1-10% of Caucasian babes have this type of birth mark.

These creepy little people are truly the best. I cannot get enough of them. They are funny and smart and keep me on my toes. It is a struggle to work 40 hours a week but it gives me the opportunity to miss them. Here is proof that they aren’t monsters. Just look at those dimples.

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