11.03.2012

The End of October & The Story of a {Young} Girl



Well, October is nearly officially over, meaning the end of Halloween, Breast Cancer Awareness Month & Domestic Violence Awareness Month as well.

If I may be a bit vulnerable here {because my story may change someone's life....it happened for a reason....) - Domestic Violence Awareness Month is a cause that is near and dear to my heart. You see I once was a young 17 year old girl, with low self esteem.....who WAS a victim of domestic violence. I was a senior in high school; recently moved back to the States {From Italy, of all places}, lonely, and quite naive!

Domestic Violence starts out quite discreetly; it's the little things that may seem "off" at first.........but then, at the same time, they don't. I mean, when you're that young, what do you know? For me, the red flag was the constant comparison to other females, but when I mentioned it to an adult, I was told not to worry...so I didn't. Brainwashing.....it occurs so discreetly, one doesn't even notice. Then, things escalated from there.........funny, how easy it is to hide the signs of abuse. I often wondered why no one noticed.......I lived with this guy and often recall leaving the apartment in tears, hanging out in the public areas of the apartment, silently crying out for help.....no one came. I remember all this like yesterday...and for years afterwards, I often wondered "Why?" "Why me?" "Why didn't I leave sooner?" I lived in pure hell, for a long time. I was a master at hiding my feelings, how easy it was to put on that "everything is great!" face.

Leaving.......not as easy as it would seem. I did....finally, by the grace of God, I am alive today.......and I am a BETTER person for having gone through it. {Who'd thought years ago I would have ever said that!} I blamed myself, I blamed others. But finally, I learned to forgive. Things happen for a reason, be them good or bad. Honestly, as awful as it was........and as much as it hurt, both physically and emotionally, I wouldn't take it back. (It sounds absolutely CRAZY!!! to even type this!) I wouldn't change it because I may not be the stronger woman I am today......and I would not have this story to tell, that may help someone else.

You see, Domestic Violence is serious.......it effects EVERYONE, the woman, the man, the children. It effects the community, the workplace. We need to talk about it, become educated about the signs and symptoms, learn what to do and how we can help. Stop saying, "Well, why doesn't she/he just leave?" It's just not that easy.............fear, dependence, brainwashing..........it keeps you there especially the fear. We need to do more about domestic violence. It needs to be talked about not just in October but every month. We need to educate our youth to prevent domestic violence from occuring. We need to encourage our young woman (and men, as well, as they can also be victims) to have strong self esteem...to know who they are as an individual...to protect themselves. We need stricter punishment for the abusers and even rehabilitation...and more protection for the victims. I remember the day I left - and sitting in that counselor's office as she showed me the different types of abuse (and I checked, "yes, yes, yes, yes." She taught me the cycle of abuse. I am familiar, and know it well.

I am thankful.......God brought me out of it, and gave me a wonderful husband and family. Good things do come. Be strong. Stay Educated. Be survivor. I am!

Let's not stop talking about it because October is over. Keep talking, keep sharing. It's worth it, you never know who you might help.

The healing will come...I promise.

4.23.2012

There are certain situations that make me feel like a terrible Mother. I know I am not......but I just feel torn...and guilty. 

As a working mother, who is predominantly responsible for my son's care, I am the one who has to cut my work day short to pick up a sick or hurt child. 

Today was one of those days. I got a  call from my son's school about 15 minutes before I was to leave for the day. He had a temperature of 102- definitely needed to be picked up. Now here is the problem: number one: I work about 45 minutes from his school (in which I hate on days like these.) Problem number two: I had to find my supervisor to let her know I was about to leave for the day (at my regular time NOT early) and wouldn't be in tomorrow due to the fever. (24 hour fever free school policy-every Mother is familiar with this policy...whether we adhere to it or not is another story completely.) 

Although it was time for me to leave, my supervisor informed me that since I wasn't going to be in tomorrow, everything had to be done! Everything! Now here is the dilemma......I need my job....do I leave anyhow at my regular time, or do I stay? It's a tough position to be in. I stayed an extra 30 minutes, in which I still did not get "everything" done. And during those extra 30 minutes I felt terrible and guilty! I mean what mother chooses to stay late to finish her work when she has a sick child waiting for her at the school? I have always said family comes first, and in the instance, I put work first. And I. Felt. Guilty. All I could think of was how I couldn't to him fast enough. 45 minutes away, leaving work 35 minutes late....behind schedule....sick child....school calling, not once but a third time! I felt terrible! 

And when I arrived to the school, profusely apologizing for my "tardiness" - my son asked what took me so long. Never....Never will I put work before my family when they need me most of all. Work can be replaced, my family cannot. 



4.16.2012

First Times.



There are first times for everything: first tooth, first words, first kiss, first job...this has been a weekend of "firsts" for not only myself, but my family as well. 

This weekend, we took "Lola" (our 1973 Volkswagen Bus) on her first 400 + mile road trip. Now, Lola is what's known in the VW world as a Westfalia, or a camper bus. My husband spent the past few weeks diligently preparing Lola for this weekend of a lifetime. In tip-top shape, we headed out to Port Orange, Florida for a huge VW show called No Dough Bus Show. 

Now, let me share with you, there is no better and more fun way to travel than in a VW Bus. The honks, the waves, the looks we get rolling down the interstate at our top speed of (gasp!) 65 miles per hour!! But we were doing it! Getting blown all over the lane by semis and huge tour buses, bouncing along on Georgia's ever-so-wonderful interstate roads! (I'd forgotten to make my "No Dough or Bust"sign for the back window in Lola!) It was a blast! Lola is loved by ALL! 

Upon arrival in Port Orange, we set up at No Dough Bus Show for a long, relaxing day with other VW Bus enthusiasts. Now, for another first, this was our first time driving her out of state to a car show as well. We took Lola on her (and our) first Navigational Rally as well, which is kind of like a scavenger hunt, only in a car!!!! We gave it a try for about 45 minutes and had an absolute blast, as well as a lot of laughs, before turning in our sorry looking answer sheet at the final check point. (I am certain others gave up before and shortly after us as well!) 

That evening, we camped in Lola...drum roll, please.....for the. first. time. And oh my goodness! We loved it! Lola sleeps four, there's a lovely fold out bed, and a child's cot that lies above the driver's and passenger's seat (my son loved it!) as well as a cot that is above in the pop up top area, my VW enthusiasts can picture this,  know most of you can't! Camping in her well, it. was. AWESOME!!!! We have set the tone for any and all of our future road trips. Who needs a hotel? We are driving in one! And let me tell you, camp sights are much cheaper than a decent hotel room any day! We had all we needed, right in Lola. A cooler, a grill, our radio, our dvd player, pillows, and a nice cool breeze....and well as fellow VW lovers right next door! What. a. Blast! I truly cannot wait to do it again!!!

To end the weekend of firsts, on Sunday No Dough had arranged a "No Cash Beach Bash" which was a gathering of VW's on the beach in Daytona Shores. One of the only beaches in the USA where you can actually drive ON the beach! And it was PHENOMENAL!! I am a beach girl, though and through, as well as a car lover! I can think of no better combination than this. It was like having your home right on the beach! During high tide, the water literally was probably 40 feet from the parking area! (Thankfully, it was low tide the majority of our nearly 6 hours on the beach!)

This weekend was an adventure of a lifetime......and marks the beginning of many more road trips like these, driving the backroads, making random stops to sightsee, camping in our VW Bus......and enjoying life together, as a family.

Oh - and one final first to mention: I got my first sunburn - behind my knees!! A painful first, but still....








4.01.2012

Heartbreaks

Recently I was telling my son a story of when he was a year or two younger. He's currently 6 (or 6 1/2 if you were to ask him.) He'd woken up one Saturday morning, and crawled into my bed, and under the covers, snuggled under the blanket and quietly closed his eyes, so not to disturb his still somewhat sleeping mother. (You know Mom's are never completely asleep when their children are awake.)

We laid in bed awhile longer, pretend sleeping, mostly. When I popped up, so did my son and the story telling began.

I shared with him how a year or maybe two ago, he used to come into my room when he woke up, he used to crawl up into my bed and "wake" me with a kiss. He proceeded to tell me that he was now in "the first grade" and this was no longer the "cool" thing to do. Really? At the age of 6?!? Wow!!! Do children grow up far too fast these days. (Shhh! Don't tell, but I still get to tuck him in at night and smother him with kisses, in which he "saves"!!!)

My heart broke a little more with this news, one less kiss for Mommy!

3.29.2012

Writer's Block

Recently, I volunteered to write a post for a friend's blog. The topic..."Parenting." (Who can't comment on that topic, even if you don't consider yourself a "writer." 


Now, I love to write, but don't consider myself the "world's greatest writer" either. I do it for the pure pleasure of it. It's the best way for me to get my thoughts (and sometimes, emotions) out. 


I was super-excited to be volunteering for this project! Parenting~Writing! Both of which I LOVE!!! So why is it, I suddenly drew a BLANK when I got to the computer!?!? 6 days till the deadline, 5 days, 4 days, and on and on. The day before...finally, after writing and rewriting about three times, I came up with something I considered "acceptable!" (And my friend, she LOVED it!) I felt like I was rambling, and, typical of me, going off-topic. 


So if you wish to check it out, it should be up in the next few days, BUT you have to go to her site to read it, it won't be posted here! http://sheilasheart.com


Take a peek, it's a great site! Encouraging, inspirational, fun! 

3.13.2012

-Parenting- The Lesson Of Life & Death

Today has been the hardest day I've ever had as a parent...............and I've been a Mommy for six years now! Today's unfortunate lesson was "life and death." 


I received a call from my son's school this afternoon-one of those mass recordings from the principal. "It is with a heavy heart...........the passing of one our first grade teachers."  I think I went into shock at that moment. I vaguely remember bits and pieces of the rest of the message. My son is in first grade-he knows all four of the first grade teachers well. This morning, when I dropped him off (I usually walk in with him), I had noticed two of the first grade teachers were out. So now, my mind is racing-who, what?!?! No way, I had just talked with both of them yesterday morning, when I dropped my son off. Shock, tears, lots and lots of tears. In a school full of nearly 600 students, it's quite close-knit. Our school family is tight-knit.....


So letters came home, children will be told by the faculty tomorrow and counseling will be available-I'm sure pretty (Un) standard stuff. But now I had to go home and explain to my 6 year old son why he wouldn't see this particular teacher any longer. My husband and I shared this parental duty and when all was said and done (Phew!) - with only one question asked ("Why won't she be at school anymore?" - how do you explain eternity to a 6 year old?) - we went on with our evening. --- All was seemingly okay (I knew his highly intelligent and analytical mind was processing all this information), until bedtime. It took me well over an hour to get him to sleep. All the emotions and fears came rushing in. And it broke my heart. =( 


Tomorrow will be a big day at school, with counselors on hand, and the sharing of the news of this teacher's unexpected death, I mean we just saw her yesterday! ("thank you, Ms. ___, see you tomorrow! My exact last words to her!) - but for her tomorrow did not come. My heart goes out to her family, friends and the faculty and students.


I am emotionally drained and anticipate my son will be up at some point during the night. His mind was going a mile a minute when he fell asleep.