What do you do When...

The moment you have waited for 3 years finally arrives? This happened to me this morning.

 I Was out for coffee with friends, when I look across at the Chick -Fila counter and there she stood: The one person that ruined my entire scrap booking life.

It is a long and sorted story, basically I confided in "DC", about a private issue with our scrap book leader aka “Mama Chick”    She gave me the advice that If I was having a problem to go talk to Mama Chick about it. " You guys are such good friends..it will be okay"  So I took DC's advice...boy was I wrong.

 Little did I know that DH had called Mama Chick, embellished it all and made it something it wasn't.

 

 After that I was considered “catty” and shunned from their inner circle. My feelings were hurt. I thought these women my friends…  I know had they been real friends, they would have never treated me  that way, and I would have been asked my side of the situation. I would have been given an opportunity to defend myself.

  “Mama Chick”  also blocked me on her Facebook, deleted me from the group’s yahoo page, and turned her entire family against Senior and me. They live across the street, every day is a constant reminder. Once we were friends, any time she needed something I was there to help out. All that gone now.
I have tried to make amends, I have tried to talk to her.. She won't have any of it. She doesn't even  acknowledge my or my families existence.

So, for the past 3 years, all I ever hoped for was this precise moment: To confront the gossiper-DC. To let her have a piece of my mind. And here it was delivered to me on a silver platter.

I got up, to get a coffee refill, I thought of what to do. My hands were shaking. I felt weak in the knees. My cheeks flushed. I sat my coffee on our table and walked to the restroom, Her back was to me. As I past, DC 's husband looked up and whispered.

I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, refreshed my make up—No way in Hell was she going to report back that I looked crappy. I looked at myself, and grabbed the edge of the sink, and prayed to God for guidance.-What should I do in this situation Lord?  Her gossiping hurt deep. Those women won’t talk to me anymore, much less even look at me, all because of her evil tongue.  I confided in her, trusted her with a private matter and she betrayed my trust.

I have waited so long for this moment, I had it all thought out in my head what I would do, or so I thought.....

Then the voice said “Hold your head up, walk past, without acknowledging her, you are the better person”

 That was it?   I don’t get to confront her?  "I don't get to done my booty kicking shoes and let her have it" ?
Then I said “okay God, you know what you are doing”.   

And that is just what I did.  I walked slowly past, my head was held high. I did not look to the right or the left, just straight ahead. 

And for that, I  know and understand that I was the bigger person. She was expecting me to be "catty" and make a scene.  But, I proved her and the rest of the witches in my former group wrong. I gave her nothing more to gossip about—no reports on how “catty” I am.  If anything it would be how fabulous I looked. 

 

  I was so extremely proud of me.

And with that I smiled a confident smile and went back to the table with my real friends.

My friend “K” asked if I was okay. Her little 2 year old daughter climbed in my lap, and hugged me.

“Yep, never better” I said.

 -JUGM

Sunday Morning and "The Talk"

It is a cool Sunday morning here. God has bless. blessed us with yet another beautiful fall day. My coffee is hot, sausage is defrosting. It is sausage gravy biscuits for breakfast today.,
Then later, Senior is cranking up the smoker yet again for Ribs. Of course my Mac n Cheese, and a home made peach cobbler...Good lord I must love my family !  : )


I can't stop thinking about a conversation Friday night with our oldest NW. He is the ripe old age of 7 and all ready wise beyond his years.
Halloween week at the boys school is "spirit week" each day is a theme. Tuesday is "Sock it to drugs"-they get to wear crazy socks.
Well, while ND was playing in his bath, and Senior outside by the fire pit. NW asked me "What are drugs".  I had to then go in to detail about the difference between prescriptions we get for being sick, and ones people take for fun. It was difficult explaining the differences. I told him even kids his age might try to offer him the "fun" drugs, or they may go in to mommy and daddy's medicines and bring some to school. I asked: "what would he do if a little friend offered him something" ?
His answer was To tell his teacher. I smiled and told him that is correct. But he elaborated further and said that he would then tell the friend, that he is a not sick and has no reason to take any medicines..
"Good Answer" I told him.  I hope that sentiment continues as he grows.

As good as the conversation went, it left me sad and worried for his and his little brothers future. I am sad because I shouldn't have to be having this conversation with a 7 year old. What has society done to our children?  They shouldn't have to worry about such things in life.
 I still see them both as my little babies, and I know that while they are my babies, they are also growing up into little men. I guess that is the "mother" part of me, wanting to keep them as innocent as I can, for as long as I can. I want them to be allowed to be kids and enjoy all aspects of what being a kid means.

I just hope, like any parent does that Senior and I are preparing them well for the challenges they face as they get older.  And no matter the good job we do, ultimately it will be up to them and the decisions they make. As a wise person once told me:  "we are the ones in charge of our own destiny"

The conversation ended, but I am still left with worry. I talked to Senior about it, who has also promised to talk with both boys on the subject. I am so very thankful for my Senior. No matter what obstacles we have faced during our marriage, the good, the bad and the ugly. We have always kept it together. I am happy that our boys can see their parents showing emotions with each other, hugging and kissing etc. My mother in law ( god rest her soul) once told me the importance of that , she told me so many couples don't, and that its positive for the children to see the love between their moms and dads.  I now think that comment is the root of it all for our society..it all comes down to the family and what kind of family the children have at home.  Family is what shapes our children in to the adults they will turn out to be.

My Friday; Monday....

The morning began with Senior and I both sleeping through the alarm clocks. When I do finally stumble up it is after 6am, and little ND is all ready dressed and ready to go. You can always tell what day of the week it is in my house by the rush of energy in the mornings. I as well, am ready for friday, that means we get to sleep in for the weekend.
 I look at the dinning room table, and my current scrap book project, knowing I need to bust my fanny on it-it's a baby album for a friend, baby is all ready 4 months old, need to get it to her at some point before her daughter graduates high school.

I get to the kitchen turn on the coffee pot, and wishing for an IV so I can just inject it right in to my blood stream. I then notice NW all ready up and ready to go...wow it is a Friday, normally I am having to raise my voice and turn the lights on his room just to get him to roll over.

They both bounce in to the kitchen, I am still yawning and half a sleep. Ruger begins his whine to go out, I open the back kitchen door to the sun room and that is when all the bells and whistles go off.... I forgot to disarm the blankety alarm!.. Kids scream, NW is holding his ears,  I run to the control panel to shut it off, Senior stumbles out of our room.."What the ---" 
 Well, at least my impromptu security alarm drill works..  : )

The company calls...they clear it out.

Time to go to school, boys in car, I forget my cell phone inside..go back in and get it..  I get back out to car, crank it up--"Oh blast" ! I say, I had forgotten to get cash from Senior so I could pay my chaperon fee for NDs upcoming museum field trip. Go back in side, wake Senior back up.... 
Finally we can leave for school. The morning is foggy, thick, you could cut it with a knife. As usual there is some nut that does not have their lights on.

Drop kids off, go back home. crawl back in to warm bed. Maybe if I go back to sleep, and re-wake up. I can start my Monday..errrr  Friday over again.....  : )

Good Saturday

The dog woke me up, I rolled out of bed and stumbled to let him out. I started the coffee pot, and looked outside..another foggy morning. The house was quiet, everyone I thought was still snoozing in bed.
I am still trying to wake up...I let the dog back in, and shuffle through the kitchen....and that is when I hear:  "BOO"  then laughing...   I jumped !   "I scareded you mommy"!   ND was standing there laughing...I reach down to kiss his little forhead, he put his arms around my waist for a hug and told me good morning.
"oh goodness...yes you scared mommy, you got me baby"  more giggling. - His little laugh is the best wake up call.

The coffee is now ready, bacon is defrosting, ND is sitting beside me watching me type..he is trying my coffee...both boys love it because it is so good for you and he tells me its healthy..    : )

My Saturday has started, I am ready to face any and all challanges....Have a good one everyone!