tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32670320861248256802024-03-12T22:03:57.348-04:00Knee Deep in MommahoodCarolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13188739464116707416noreply@blogger.comBlogger358125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267032086124825680.post-21776035756707140732014-01-03T11:21:00.000-05:002014-01-03T11:30:14.760-05:00To Camdyn on her 8th BirthdayDear Camdyn,<br />
It's hard to believe that you are 8 already. 8. My favorite number and also what is shaping up to be my favorite age so far. You have become your own independent person, no longer requiring my help to get cereal in the morning or shower at night. You know boundaries and consequences, and yet, you still reach for my hand in a parking lot, or wrap your arms around my waist in the kitchen...just because.
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Sometimes while we are driving in the car I'll glance over at you and I can almost see what you'll look like at 16. Maybe it's the way your hair is braided down your back, or the shape of your face, or the look in your eyes as you gaze out the window...I can see you growing up and it scares me and thrills me at the same time. <iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="500" mozallowfullscreen="" msallowfullscreen="" oallowfullscreen="" src="https://www.flickr.com/photos/53699230@N05/11732137884/player/95eddcd559" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="333"></iframe><br />
Your teacher describes you as great helper and incredibly sweet, and you are. You often take Chloe under your wing. You console her when she is hurt or scared of the dark. Almost every night I find her squeezed in your bed beside you. You love her even when you are irritated with her, and I'm grateful that you have each other. Sometimes when I've had a long day, or am feeling overwhelmed, you'll hug me and remind me that I'm your only mom, you'll tell me that I am the best mom ever, or that I'm pretty, or that no one can replace me. That's the sweetness in you. You are sensitive yet strong.<br />
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My wish for you over the coming year is that you continue to work hard in school; that you embrace your love for reading and knowledge. I hope you continue to feel loved and cherished in both of your homes and by all the people who surround you. I hope you hang on to your dreams and that smile of yours and that you never let anyone burn either of those out. My promise to you, is that I will do my very best to give you the life that you deserve. Although we are no longer on the road we started on, I believe that the one we are on is leading us exactly where we were meant to go.<br />
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Be bold. Be Strong. Stay happy.<br />
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I love you forever & always,<br />
MommaCarolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13188739464116707416noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267032086124825680.post-17027954775183243292013-02-22T15:22:00.000-05:002013-02-22T15:22:42.132-05:00SkewedThis morning was no different than any other, really. I woke up before the sun. The first question I asked myself after "What time is it?" was "Are my kids at home or am I here alone?" I remembered that they are with their dad, and then I tossed and turned for the better part of two hours. <br />
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By the time my feet hit the floor at 8:15, I had already had a really long and much needed conversation with myself. <br />
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You see, for the better part of the past year, I have been doing my best to keep my head above the tide. I've been treading water, swimming still, just doing enough to get by. I've missed chunks of time, just surviving. I've been tuned out and unplugged, not only from friendships and family, but at times from my own children. I just simply didn't have anything left to give.<br />
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This morning I realized that my perspective has been horribly...<br />
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skewed.<br />
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I have narrowly focused on the little things and have neglected the bigger picture.<br />
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I have far more blessings than I have worries at the moment. Better than that, I have options. I have control. I have my health, a home, and healthy kids. I, for the most part, have the world at my fingertips. And while I've been focused on what I've lost and what I'm searching for, I've displaced energy from where it most belongs....On my little girls.<br />
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So, today I carry my head a little higher. There is an extra pep in my step, and at 4:30 I will pick up my lovies from school and we will spend the evening together, just the 3 of us. And I'm going to give them back what they need the most. Me. All of me. <br />
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Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13188739464116707416noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267032086124825680.post-64217299951544600882013-01-15T22:58:00.000-05:002013-01-15T22:58:52.535-05:00Corner UnturnedIt's quiet in my house, the girls sleeping soundly upstairs. I sit at my kitchen table in the glow of my monitor, a martini an arms length away, and a need to write once again.<br />
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It's a familiar feeling really, the one that I need to describe. The one that chews away at my soul and seeks to destroy my peace and contentment. I'm getting good at loving and losing. I'm getting good at being the losing competitor in a three way game of tug-o-war. Or, maybe it's not that I'm the loser, I'm just the one who is expected to be strong enough to walk away. It's a position I loathe. It's a position I'm familiar with.<br />
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One would think that the demise of a dating relationship that is cloaked in brevity would be no trial compared to ending a nearly 10 year marriage. But, one would be wrong. The scars, their healing hastened by the joy and fireworks of a new start, slowly begin to break open again. The feelings of inadequacy and rejection that hover just below the surface, squashed down under the hope that this time it'll be functional, and that this time I'll be truly happy, resurface.<br />
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It's not just a breakup...it's another cataclysmic meltdown. It's another failure, it's another short coming, it's another WTF is the matter with me? moment. It's more than I asked for but it's not more than I can handle.<br />
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They say it'll be okay. They tell me to focus on my kids and my "ME" time, but what they don't understand is that my "ME" time ebbs away at my heart; My house empty, void of the sounds and needs of children, a reminder of my personal failures. He should be here, in my kitchen, grilling dinner and laughing with me. But he's not. The silence disturbing. The loneliness suffocating. It's like my life is on repeat. I worry it's a cycle.<br />
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It's oxymoronic, really, that I can't stand to be alone with me, because I actually love me. And I probably couldn't drum up better company for myself, then, well, myself. So why is it that being alone pre-marriage and pre-children is such a different animal than being alone post? Have I morphed in to some co-dependent version of my former self? I think not. That's not me. <br />
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I know me. I'm loyal to a fault and commitment and monogamy are my bag. It's the way that I am wired. It won't ever change. I'm energetic and independent and hilarious when I'm not busy being serious. I'm keenly familiar with my good traits and the bad, and co-dependency is not one of them.<br />
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So, I sit here, holding metaphorical gauze on my wounds. I'm doing my best to be appreciative of the ride, and the experience, and the ability to "grow" once again. <br />
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If I'm going to date, I'm going to have to risk, and as much as the burn sucks, it's worth the heat of the flame. Because the gift of opening one's heart, being real, and raw and vulnerable with someone new, is something I just won't sacrifice for the sake of playing it safe. This is what life is about. This is living. And I'll be damned if any of my past experiences encroach on that. <br />
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It's a corner I just won't unturn. Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13188739464116707416noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267032086124825680.post-3316425205843551602012-12-17T15:01:00.000-05:002012-12-17T15:02:20.987-05:00SettledIt's been just over a year since that metaphorical house dropped out of the sky and landed squarely on top of me. It's already been over a year. Surprising to me, how quickly a year goes by...even a stressful one. <br />
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There were days when all I could do was survive. <br />
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There were moments when I wished I would vanish.<br />
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There were nights when I prayed I wouldn't see daylight. <br />
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There were little girls that needed their mother in a capacity that was overwhelming. <br />
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But then time happened and things changed. I started across the bridge, one foot in front of the other, and decided not to look back. And, the further across that bridge I walked, the happier I became. <br />
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The past year hasn't been easy, but it also hasn't been regrettable. As many hardships and trials were encompassed in 2012, there have also been moments of unparalleled happiness.<br />
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Happiness in making my life my own. Happiness in my independence and freedom. Happiness in raising my little girls the best way I know how. Happiness in rediscovering me. Happiness in new beginnings. <br />
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So, it's settled. The terms are settled and the dust is settling. While there used to be dust storms so huge they would cloud my vision and choke me for air; now, the dust kicks up around the tops of feet and it goes no further than that. <br />
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I am happier.<br />
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It is settled. Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13188739464116707416noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267032086124825680.post-13038987732364653822012-08-28T14:32:00.000-04:002012-08-28T14:32:11.735-04:00Where My Mind Is At...Hi. <br />
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Remember me? <br />
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It's been far too long since I've used this space for the purpose it was created for. My space, which has been protectively sheltered by my attorney and is now only viewable to a limited audience. <br />
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As this divorce encroaches on almost every aspect of my life, it has not overcome it. In my quest to remain positive and find the beauty in the changes life has brought me, I'm finding me. <br />
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I had a conversation not long ago with a friend and she asked me a pointed question. She looked me straight in the eye and said "But were you really happy? Were you?" The question, so bold and forthright, I could not answer. What is happiness to me? Is it stability, contentment, routine? Do I know a happiness that out lies that? This clearly was not his version of happiness. My happiness was his boredom, or maybe I wasn't really happy. Maybe. <br />
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In the weeks that have followed since my last post, I've been doing my best to embrace this journey. I'm doing my best to remember the reasons that I am HERE on this road. I'm focusing on what I deserve. I am creating a new normal.<br />
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I no longer miss my husband. It's strange to write that; strange that after nearly 15 years together, and only 8 weeks apart, the heart begins to heal. I am past the point of chasing him, past the point of reminding him how badly he screwed up our lives, I'm past the point of wanting him to feel a hurt that parallels my own. I don't hurt like that for him any longer. He no longer has that power. My home is no longer empty without him. I no longer have to keep his closet door shut, hoping the pain would stay locked inside of it. <br />
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Life does move on. <br />
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Instead, I feel safe; safeguarding my heart and my children and keeping my lifelines close to my chest. I am realizing that when he left, he gave me back a piece of myself; the piece that was riddled with insecurities and doubt; the piece that couldn't trust and couldn't love and was paralyzed in fear of the future. He shackled me with chains of self-loathing, and despair, and inadequacy, tearing me down at every turn. <br />
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When the door closed behind him, those chains were broken. <br />
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I am none of those things.<br />
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I used to worry that I would be too battered, too broken and wounded to ever move on. I worried that there would be emotional scars, and trauma, and walls that would need to be torn down. But, I don't think that will be the case. I think what's here...what's left...what is being rebuilt, is far better already than what was there before. My wounds are healing, with time my heart will be whole. <br />
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And that's where the small glimpse of beauty lies in this process. Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13188739464116707416noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267032086124825680.post-22885027455400982092012-07-18T18:00:00.000-04:002012-07-18T19:51:14.591-04:00The Aftermath**Go ahead and press play below**<br />
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I get it now. <br />
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I get the reason why women stay. <br />
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The stay because it is easier. They stay because it is less painful. They stay because it's safe. They stay because they value the memories, the history, the dream, the financial security, or their family values, more than they value themselves. <br />
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That was me 3 weeks ago. Staying. Trying. Sacrificing. I thought that was hard. Daily, I had to struggle with my morals and the example I was setting for my children. I would constantly weigh what I had vs. what I deserve. I exhausted myself trying to be everything to a man who didn't value me or respect me. I endlessly tried to make him happy, when really, he will never be happy. He won't be happy with me, or with HER. He won't be happy until he gets happy with himself, and that's going to take a lot of work and time. <br />
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I thought all of that was hard.<br />
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No. <br />
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This is hard. Divorce is hard. It brings out the worst in people. It's hard to take the high road. It's hard to "be the bigger person." Nothing about this is easy.<br />
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He wants to argue over finances and money. I want to argue over hurt and pain and shattered dreams. I want an apology that covers more ground than "I fucked up" and "I made bad choices." I want to know that SHE is worth sacrificing 15 years, 2 girls' futures, and everything we worked for. And, he can't tell me that, because he knows it's not. Nothing is worth this mess....not a million dollars, or a girl in spandex. Nothing.<br />
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We spew hatred back and forth like wildfire. What a thin line it is between love and hate...and then one of us extends the olive branch and all is fine, for a moment, until something else reignites the fury. The gap used to be a crack...now it is a crater; the distance between our hearts is large and vast. This. is. hard. How did we get here? This is really the road to happiness? Whose?<br />
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There are days where I feel good. I feel like a weight has been lifted. I feel at peace with where I am, and who I am. And more importantly, what I stand for matches up with how I live my life. I no longer have to care about what is going on behind my back. I no longer have to snoop and spy and look for evidence. The only people I need to care about now are the people who truly love me. I can now find joy in going to a 3 year old's birthday party and not worry that he is wishing he were somewhere else. I can live in the moment with my girls and give them 100% of me. I no longer have to divide my time between saving my marriage and paying attention to my kids.<br />
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And there are nights like last night...at 10 pm there were 3 girls crying atop my king size bed. Crying because change is hard. Crying for what is lost and different. There were sniffles, and tissues, and then good night kisses. There were 3 heads all lined up on the pillows....three bodies, all touching, all needing comfort and security. 3 people just trying to make it through the night. 3 people clinging to each other because we are all we have.<br />
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And then there are days like today...I woke up to Chloe's puffy cheeks on my pillow and I actually thought for a moment that I am the most blessed woman in the world, because I get to wake up to my kids; little girls who ran in and out of the bathroom, giggling, while I flicked water on them from my shower. There is still joy in life. <br />
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And then we piled in the car and headed out on our 1 hour commute. And, I had to tell the camp counselor about our issues at home. "Camdyn's daddy is no longer living with us. We've been a little bit of an emotional wreck. Camdyn still needs to follow the rules like everyone else, she just might need a hug or some emotional support after being reprimanded." Her response, "I'm so sorry. I was wondering what was going on with her. Thanks for letting us know." Somehow I choked out that entire explanation without crying. Somehow.<br />
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This is the Aftermath of an affair. Devastation that far exceeds the "jollies" of two selfish individuals. There are no winners. There are consequences. There are tears...but there is also hope. <br />
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There is hope and a new dream, <em><span style="color: #0b5394;">in the light of the aftermath</span></em>.<br />
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Yes. That's who I am. </div>Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13188739464116707416noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267032086124825680.post-78938283145266389272012-06-25T08:30:00.000-04:002012-06-25T08:30:04.851-04:00Irretrievably BrokenI lay awake in my bed on Thursday night, the clock says 3:38 am, this post tumbling around in my head like wet towels in a dryer. I have words that must be said. I have a story that must be told. This is my therapy, it's cheap, it's cathartic.<br />
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It's broken. <br />
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Irretrievably broken. <br />
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And that's what the papers will say. <br />
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It's been six months since <a href="http://piersoll4.blogspot.com/2011/12/crisis.html">my world fell apart.</a> The rug of routine, stability, and contentment, swept right out from underneath me. In those six months I've spent hours looking in the mirror, reflecting on what my role was in this marital apocalypse and then I spent months making changes. <br />
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Changing me for the better. Changing me for the happier, but all the while something was amiss. I felt it in my heart, like a piece of apple skin stuck between your teeth, I just couldn't quite get at it. <br />
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I gave it my everything. I forgave him the 7th commandment. I opened my heart, swallowed my dignity, set aside my self-esteem, self-worth, and my own needs, all the while staying true to who I am and what I believe in. My values never change. And I tried. I fought. I loved him through it. And I was mostly successful at finding my smile on a daily basis. <br />
<br />The trick, friends, is not to put your key to happiness in someone Else's pocket. <br />
<br />He no longer holds my key.<br />
<br />I do.<br />
<br />There is power and peace in that. <br />
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There have been many dark hours for me over the last six months and there may be more to come.<br />
But, HE is with me. He will hold my hand through the ups and downs and challenges that await me. I am ready for that. HE wraps his arms around me and covers me with grace and mercy. This is my story and my journey and I'm not going to spend one more minute digging my heels in the sand against it. I have accepted it.<br />
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This morning my left ring finger is empty. It feels odd. Naked. <br />
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Fortunate to have girlfriends that criss cross the country and time.</div>
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Where she began to lay the groundwork for good work habits, study skills, and focus. I began to lay the groundwork for personal happiness, goals, and a functional family.</div>
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Where she declared victory for earning 20 reading counts points and getting her picture on the tree in the media center, I declared my own personal victory. I am happier than I was before...maybe not every day, but in general I am happier and healthier. <br />
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Where she did gem mining and learned about rocks. I <a href="http://piersoll4.blogspot.com/2011/12/hope-floats.html">moved rocks too.</a> Actually, more like big chunks of concrete. I took a long hard look in the mirror and I made changes. Changes that make my life better and more active. Changes that put priorities in order. <br />
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She learned about rocks with the help of a guide. I moved mine with the help of dozens; friends, pastors, therapists, my family and God. It takes a lot of people, and a lot of power to move big rocks, but I am doing it....steadily and with help.<br />
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Last night Camdyn graduated from Kindergarten. We are so proud of all her accomplishments this year. She's grown, she's changed, but she's still our energetic, exuberant little girl. </div>
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In celebration, we had yogurt at OrangeLeaf after the ceremony....nothing says celebration like ice cream with any topping your heart desires!</div>
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Please hang with this wiggly and over-zoomed video until the 3:10 mark. It'll be worth the giggle. Promise. (<strike>Taylor Swift</strike> Cam is in the back row)<br />
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I am so proud of you, Cam! I'm hoping that first grade brings a whole lot of sunshine with it. <br />
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45 minutes we spent on the hill, a family of 3 and me. He's turning one. <br />
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Twelve months of sleepless nights, soothing, and worrying, are going to be celebrated. But more importantly, twelve months of undeniable joy. Joy in looking in to eyes that you recognize as your own, joy at first smiles, first steps, and milestone moments that happen nearly every day. Joy in realizing that this little tiny human is fulfilling your purpose in life. <br />
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Realizing they aren't just<em> </em>our future, they are also part of our past; soaking up and absorbing all of our traditions and experiences. They are living pieces of us, a record of our life experiences and the roads we traveled. They are everything we will them to be. <br />
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Yes. I remember first birthdays.Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13188739464116707416noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267032086124825680.post-63228901372532229952012-05-02T09:53:00.000-04:002012-05-02T09:53:30.652-04:00Wordless Wednesday - Lessons to Learn<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A kind woman at our church offered to take this photo of us on Saturday. I can't remember the last time all four of us made it in one frame. Sure, Chloe is doing her own thing, and yes the sun was in our eyes...but we are all here...all 4 of us. This photo is a treasure to me.<br />
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And then there was anticipation, and eggs strewn about, and little girls who had trouble resisting the urge to jump the gun. I love it when she smiles so big her eyes disappear....just like her momma.<br />
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There is grass and eggs, and the smells of spring...a time of year for new beginnings, new life, refreshed spirits, and new promises. A resurection. <br />
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Last year <a href="http://piersoll4.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-makes-me-homesick.html">Easter made me homesick.</a> This year it didn't, not in the slightest. This year I didn't spend the day wishing I was somewhere else....I spent it appreciating exactly where I am. A day spent just the four of us, running, playing, flying kites, napping, lounging, hiding eggs and baskets; grilling, laughing, swimming...and just being - a family; it was and is everything a holiday should be. <br />
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This my friends, is appreciation in its purest form.Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13188739464116707416noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267032086124825680.post-77502395888773334222012-04-10T11:28:00.000-04:002012-04-10T11:28:19.517-04:00The Video - Mi ChloeFrom her 3rd birthday shoot...<br />
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Yesterday, you didn't take a nap and by 7:00 pm you were on your last leg. You cried and cried over a horse picture that Camdyn colored and you wanted. I told myself to be patient with you because you are only 2...and then I realized that tomorrow you would be 3. So, I took you upstairs and we sat in the rocking chair and I replayed your birthday in my mind as we rocked for what will probably be one of the last times. After 5 minutes or so, you asked me to stand up because you wanted to rest your head on my shoulder, so I did. I stood there with you in the fading evening light of your bedroom and we slowly turned circles until you were fast asleep. I laid you down and kissed your puffy cheeks good night. And as I shut the door to your room I thought "this will be the last time I ever lay my 2 year old to bed, we will never have another 2 year old." <br />
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This morning I went to wake you and you were not in your bed. I was alarmed for a minute and then figured you had to be upstairs somewhere. I found you fast asleep nestled against your sister. How sweet that in the night when you are looking for a body to curl up against, you now choose her bed over mine. <br />
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And today you are 3! Full of spunk and spitfire and solid sweetness just like the day you were born.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/53699230@N05/6836566572/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="Mar_2012_0034-1 by KDIM Photo - Carol, on Flickr"><img alt="Mar_2012_0034-1" height="640" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7058/6836566572_53a2014f81_z.jpg" width="427" /></a></div>At exactly 7:14 this morning, Daddy & I took turns giving you kisses during your birth minute. You swatted us away and we laughed about how you have always been the same. You've always been a screamer and a "say it like it is" kind of girl. You don't get pushed around, you speak your mind, and you care not what other's say. I think you get this from Grandma D. You remind me a lot of her, in spirit and temperament. <br />
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What I wish for you this upcoming year is that you continue finding words for your emotions and gentleness in your hands. I hope you feel loved and safe and secure, always. I hope that you and your sissy develop a steadfast friendship, which I can tell is already forming. My wish for you is that you keep that fire in your belly that makes you stand up for yourself and others. I hope you always speak your mind and that you demand only the best for yourself. I hope my weaknesses are your strengths.<br />
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Happy 3rd birthday sweet girl.<br />
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Love you Forever & Always, <br />
MommaCarolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13188739464116707416noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267032086124825680.post-19901674153908080392012-03-14T15:11:00.000-04:002012-03-14T15:11:26.949-04:00Wordless Wednesday - Sunshine<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">"Keep your face to the Sunshine and you can not see the Shadow." </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>~author unknown</em></div><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/53699230@N05/6836564628/" title="Mar_2012_0028-1 by KDIM Photo - Carol, on Flickr"><img alt="Mar_2012_0028-1" height="427" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7057/6836564628_885a35f9ff_z.jpg" width="640" /></a>Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13188739464116707416noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267032086124825680.post-20636640235130294932012-02-15T12:21:00.000-05:002012-02-15T12:21:30.278-05:00Wordy Wednesday - My ValentineMy Valentine Wrote This:<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">As we grow, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let us down, probably will. </div><div style="text-align: center;">You'll have your heart broken and you'll break others' hearts. </div><div style="text-align: center;">You'll fight with your best friend or maybe even fall in love with them, and you'll cry because time is flying by. </div><div style="text-align: center;">So take too many pictures, laugh too much, forgive freely, and love like you've never been hurt. Life comes with no guarantees, no time outs, no second chances, you just have to live life to the fullest, tell someone what they mean to you, and tell someone off, speak out, dance in the pouring rain, hold someone's hand, comfort a friend, fall asleep watching the sun come up, be a flirt, & smile until your face hurts. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Don't be afraid to take chances or fall in love again, & most of all, live in the moment because every second you spend angry or upset is a second you can never get back.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Carol - You do matter, you are a brave, beautiful, out going, wild spirited woman! <br />
You are a wonderful mother and a dedicated friend.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm glad to have you as one of my dearest friends!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hope my jar of happiness lifts your spirits!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Love,</div><div style="text-align: center;">The one and only Miss V</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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**and my eyes welled with tears. I am loved. I know this.**</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/53699230@N05/6881649153/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="2012-02-14_19.26.12[1] by KDIM Photo - Carol, on Flickr"><img alt="2012-02-14_19.26.12[1]" height="480" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7194/6881649153_b804193b3b_z.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
The jar contains daily affirmations and they smell good too! Sayings like:<br />
<span style="color: #351c75;">"Problems are not stop signs, they are guidelines"</span><br />
<span style="color: #134f5c;">"Optimists are nostalgic about the future"</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">"Put all your excuses aside and remember this: YOU are capable of anything"</span><br />
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Then I spent a part of my day with 18 kindergartners. Their energy and enthusiasm is contagious. I smiled from ear to ear...how can you not be happy when you are around kids? (that horse head is part of Cam's homemade Valentines day box - it is a horse of course)<br />
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Life is Good. I feel blessed.Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13188739464116707416noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267032086124825680.post-28856675511205250552012-02-01T15:00:00.003-05:002012-02-02T09:07:26.118-05:00Wordless Wednesday - Strength<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: navy; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: large; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><strong>"All things in life are temporary. If things are going well enjoy it, they will not last forever. If things are going wrong don’t worry, they can't last long either." </strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: navy; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><strong><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>~Author Unknown</em></span></strong></span></div><br />
<span style="color: navy; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; font-size: 16.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="color: black;">My strength lies here...</span></span><br />
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In their smiles...<br />
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In their passion for horses and all things horse related....<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/53699230@N05/6799104093/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="Dec_2011_0202-1 by KDIM Photo - Carol, on Flickr"><img alt="Dec_2011_0202-1" height="427" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7167/6799104093_120ab2bd0a_z.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>My strength lies in motherhood....in my ability to protect, forgive, and love unconditionally.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/53699230@N05/6799103007/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="Dec_2011_0257-1 by KDIM Photo - Carol, on Flickr"><img alt="Dec_2011_0257-1" height="427" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7158/6799103007_0b46f73897_z.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>But the thing that changes the most - is the perception of LOVE. They are walking, breathing, laughing, climbing, bickering, whiny, joyous, bodies of LOVE.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/53699230@N05/6799109225/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="Dec_2011_0259-1 by KDIM Photo - Carol, on Flickr"><img alt="Dec_2011_0259-1" height="427" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7141/6799109225_6fced23e9e_z.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>And I am stronger for it.Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13188739464116707416noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267032086124825680.post-76454013259580035132012-01-17T10:52:00.001-05:002012-01-17T10:54:34.014-05:00She jumps horses at Laurel Valley RanchCamdyn's affinity for horses spans back at least a year and half, and when you are freshly 6 years old, a year and a half is a big chunk of your life. She's been taking private riding lessons since October. It's something that I thought would eventually wear on her, like swimming lessons and dance classes, and those crowded gymnastics classes at the Y. I thought it would run its course. Well, it still is, and it's the one and only thing in life that Cam has ever been fiercely dedicated to.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/53699230@N05/6711878449/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="Dec_2011_0288-1 by KDIM Photo - Carol, on Flickr"><img alt="Dec_2011_0288-1" height="427" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7019/6711878449_7596ce24e2_z.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Hi. Let me introduce you to Market. (Initially I wrote Meet Market...but that sounds odd...like meat market, and y'all we are at the ranch not at the gym).<br />
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Market is a registered American Quarter Horse, and Cam has only ridden her twice. It turns out that her trot is smooth and her temperament trusting. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/53699230@N05/6711880829/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="Dec_2011_0287-1 by KDIM Photo - Carol, on Flickr"><img alt="Dec_2011_0287-1" height="427" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7003/6711880829_d629f3d70d_z.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Cam's perfecting her 2 point position, she has her crop in hand. She's focused on the goals ahead. She's about to turn the corner...<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/53699230@N05/6711871943/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="Dec_2011_0304-1 by KDIM Photo - Carol, on Flickr"><img alt="Dec_2011_0304-1" height="427" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7032/6711871943_8162404d93_z.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>And she does; without fear, or doubts, or hesitation. She jumps. She's locked in 2 point, hands grasping mane and her crop, momentum forward, looking through Market's ears and focused on the end of the course. 2 jumps completed, one right after the other. <br />
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This is her success. <br />
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Actually, no, this is our success. Our success in raising one extremely independent, bold, and fearless little girl. <br />
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A little girl who is able to start recognizing her dreams. A little girl who has parents who support her and her passions even though there are moments where it absolutely scares the bejezus out of me (and yes, she's already fallen off a few times). <br />
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And this part of parenthood...you know the part where your children start becoming little people, with long term goals, feelings that they adequately communicate, and real accomplishments...makes me so excited about what the future holds. <br />
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We are going to tackle these rails together, Camdyn. One hoof in front of the other, eyes focused on the goal....we are going to do it.Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13188739464116707416noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267032086124825680.post-25157997525248233602012-01-11T11:29:00.000-05:002012-01-11T11:29:21.651-05:00Wordless Wednesday - Happiness<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">"Happiness is when what you think, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">what you say, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">and what you do </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">are in harmony."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>~Mohandas Gandhi</em><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/53699230@N05/6679370919/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="Cams_6_bday_010312 by KDIM Photo - Carol, on Flickr"><img alt="Cams_6_bday_010312" height="480" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7147/6679370919_f571f02f73_z.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Out to dinner with Camdyn on her 6th birthday. </div>Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13188739464116707416noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267032086124825680.post-437828448645026142012-01-03T12:56:00.000-05:002012-01-03T12:56:46.392-05:00Now We Are Six<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">"When I was One,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I had just begun.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">When I was Two,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I was nearly new.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">When I was Three</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I was hardly me.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">When I was Four,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I was not much more.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">When I was Five,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I was just alive.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">But now I am Six,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I'm as clever as clever,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">So I think I'll be six now for ever and ever." </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>~Now We Are Six, A.A. Milne</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Dearest Camdyn,<br />
It's hard to believe it's been a year <a href="http://piersoll4.blogspot.com/2011/01/to-camdyn-on-her-5th-birthday.html">since my last birthday letter to you.</a> When I revisit my description of you last year, I simply smile. Time is evolving and ever changing, and none of us are the same people we were a year ago. You, my love, have replaced the defiance with compliance and understanding. Kindergarten has matured you quickly. You are now the peacekeeper with your sister far more often than you are the fire starter. At times she will pull out fists full of your hair and your response is "Hey. Why'd you do that?" It amazes me that you never retaliate. You know your role in our family. You know that you are the leader and the example for Chloe, and you are so comfortable in that role.<br />
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For this coming year, my wish for you is that you continue to love school, and reading, and that you feel loved and safe and secure. I hope you continue to grow confident in who you are and that you stand by what is important to you. And, I hope you know exactly how much you are loved.<br />
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Happy Birthday, Sweet Girl,<br />
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Love You Forever & Always,<br />
MommaCarolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13188739464116707416noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267032086124825680.post-21962018855747595102011-12-29T14:41:00.000-05:002011-12-29T14:41:02.028-05:00Hope Floats<div style="text-align: center;">"Childhood is what you spend the rest of your life trying to overcome. That's what momma always says. She says that beginnings are scary, endings are usually sad, but it's the middle that counts the most. Try to remember that when you find yourself at a new beginning. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Just give hope a chance to float up. And it will..."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">~Hope Floats, 1998</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Dear Friends,<br />
Thank you for all your prayers and kind words over the last several weeks. I spent the last 8 days back home where I was in the care and company of family. I was home where my Momma took care of me; she reminded me to eat, and to nap, and to get out of the house. She hugged me when I cried so hard my shoulders shook. She cried with me and she sat with me when I didn't feel like talking. She gave me gifts wrapped in beautiful paper and reminded me that I am worth it. She reminded me that I should feel beautiful and proud of who I am. I am still who I am. I may have lost 12 pounds, but I haven't lost me.<br />
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I stand here today amidst the rubble; chunks of concrete laden with miscommunication and lost intentions. My choice is to pick up those blocks one by one and rebuild; build something that is bigger, and better, and stronger than what was there before. I don't know how long that will take and there is no blueprint, but I'm going to start laying the foundation of a happier me. <br />
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Any way I look at it, I will be happier. <br />
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I have hope.<br />
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<em>I won't be writing any more about these muddy waters, at least not until the water is clear again. This space is mine, it's my life story, but I know I am not going to want to revisit or relive this part of it, so it has no place here. Thank you for your prayers, your support, and the shoulders to cry on. If you have any perils of wisdom please email me.</em>Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13188739464116707416noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267032086124825680.post-44899990130244468232011-12-15T12:23:00.000-05:002011-12-15T12:23:16.977-05:00Crisis<div style="text-align: center;">Hearts are Breaking</div><div style="text-align: center;">Promises Broken</div><div style="text-align: center;">Doors are shutting</div><div style="text-align: center;">claustrophobia</div><div style="text-align: center;">Where is the window?</div><div style="text-align: center;">I can't breathe</div><div style="text-align: center;">Helpless</div><div style="text-align: center;">Spiraling</div><div style="text-align: center;">Shards of broken glass where a dream once stood</div><div style="text-align: center;">Big brown eyes and fear for the future</div><div style="text-align: center;">Betrayal and Lies and Selfishness</div><div style="text-align: center;">Where is my karma? </div><div style="text-align: center;">Faith, healing, peace, the new objects of my dreams</div><div style="text-align: center;">There is a God and he will not foresake me</div><div style="text-align: center;">He will embrace me and lift me up</div><div style="text-align: center;">He will protect my children from callous decisions and unnecessary evils</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-size: x-large;"><em>I have faith</em></span></div><br />
**In my absence from this space where I share my life and my creativity, please pray for me and for my family. Although, I have no idea how God will answer these prayers, I know he will, and I know he has a plan for me. He is my rock and my redeemer and he is a God of love and mercy, and most certainly he will get me through this.Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13188739464116707416noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3267032086124825680.post-16394957557487877252011-12-05T21:49:00.000-05:002011-12-05T21:49:03.146-05:00There Will Be Plenty of Time for Tears....Later.A few weeks ago we noticed that our dog didn't have much of an appetite. She would no longer finish the food in her bowl, and she started losing weight. On the Sunday after Thanksgiving she wouldn't come out from under our bed, and when we did coax her out, her ears were flat against her head, her tail was down, and she looked scared. I knew something was wrong.<br />
So, I took her to the vet on Monday. She'd lost 3 lbs. They decided to draw blood.<br />
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Last Tuesday the vet called with the results...her kidneys are failing her. At the most, she has 6 months, at the least 2 weeks. It's day to day, really. We've been telling our girls that Kenzie is sick, but I couldn't bring myself to elaborate. We've been meaning to sit down and explain it to them...but it's one of those things that feels better to put off. It feels better to avoid reality.<br />
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Fast forward to Sunday evening, and I decide that we should give Christmas photos a stab since December is fading and my to-do list is not getting shorter. The hubs was running errands and I gathered the girls and the dog around the tree. "Let's just get a few shots...Momma only needs a few."<br />
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It wasn't going so well...<br />
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The dog was cooperating but the kids were not. So then I say, in my cheeriest voice, <br />
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<span style="color: #e06666;">"Come on girls! We need just one photo with Kenzie. This is her last Christmas!"</span> <br />
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As soon as the words escaped my mouth I knew I made a huge mistake. Camdyn never misses a beat, nothing gets by her. <br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;">"Why is this her last Chrismas Momma?"</span> <br />
<span style="color: #e06666;">"Um, because she is sick, Cam, and she will probably be with Jesus next Christmas."</span><br />
<span style="color: #38761d;">"But...I don't want her to die. I don't want another dog. I want Kenzie."</span> <br />
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It's too late. The conversation went in the total opposite direction of happy Christmas card. She started to cry. I started to cry. And through heaving shoulders and her heavy sobs, I explained just how sick Kenzie is....and it wasn't easy. <br />
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We hugged. I encouraged her to love Kenzie every moment she can while she is still here. Kenzie licked her tears and I explained that Kenzie doesn't want her to be sad. There will be time for tears later.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/53699230@N05/6463368809/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="Dec_2011_0064-4 by KDIM Photo - Carol, on Flickr"><img alt="Dec_2011_0064-4" height="640" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7016/6463368809_6081a49a3d_z.jpg" width="427" /></a></div>I never did get another smile from my oldest girl that evening, but the doggie got a lot of love. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/53699230@N05/6463368127/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="Dec_2011_0071-1 by KDIM Photo - Carol, on Flickr"><img alt="Dec_2011_0071-1" height="640" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7027/6463368127_d0dfab1791_z.jpg" width="427" /></a></div>There will be plenty of time for tears later. She is going to be missed.Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13188739464116707416noreply@blogger.com14