... Don't say anything at all. I'm fairly certain most of of have heard that at some point in our lives. Most commonly from mom. Yes, I'm going to blog about mom's! So what?! Christie, seriously it's like almost a whole week after Mother's Day. Yeah well ... I'm unconventional. Anyway, mom's are worth so much more than just telling us to keep our stinkin mouth's shut. However, that is one of their best talents. After all, most mom's can shoot a death stare that can make their kids nearly pee their pants. I mean a look ... and small children are running.
I know this isn't in time for Mother's Day, my mom had shoulder surgery the Friday before Mother's Day and I spent the weekend and first part of this week with her trying to ease some of the excruciating pain she was and is feeling. Needless to say I didn't have much time to spend on a computer having nonsensical conversations with myself and typing it down. But I went because that's what you do. My mom spent the first 22 years of my life spending every waking and some non waking moments worried about every aspect of my life. Is she driving safe? Did she wear her seatbelt? Is she keeping her nose clean? Is she doing well in school? Did she remember her jacket? And that's just the first 3 seconds of the day. Now she just worries about me every hour or so.
Let me rewind a little for you. My mom had to have one ovary removed when she was just a teenager. So when she got pregnant with my oldest brother it was nearly a miracle. Then just 17 months later my middle brother was born. Another miracle - 2 babies one ovary short. Then 14 months later I hit the world ... sorry. But before I was born, and before amazing technological advances you didn't know what you were having til they made their appearance. My mom had two boys, and wanted a girl more than anything. She tells me she prayed so hard I was a girl and so much that she swears Jesus came to her one night and stood at the end of the bed and told her to stop worrying. Really Jesus or random hallucination from an overworked mother of 2 toddlers hormones raging? I'm not sure. Either way she stopped worrying and low and behold they had a girl. A bald not very cute baby girl, but a girl none the less! She's spent every day praising God since.
She's also spent every moment since being the very absolute best mother possible. Perfect? No. What? I'm just being honest in the fact that no human anywhere ever is perfect. But the best? Yes. Every Birthday growing up extremely special, all themed and all awesome. She worked exceptionally hard to make sure our childhood was both happy and memorable. She also spent an immense amount of time supporting each one of us in our endeavors. My oldest brother and I having the most radical. I wanted to do so many activities it's a wonder my mother didn't go completely insane. But never the less I was afforded everything from dance lessons, to piano lessons for almost 10 years, to swim team, to track, to girl scouts to to to ... I could go on for awhile. And guess what, my mom was there for nearly all of it.
Not only did she work hard, but she taught me a lot as well. She taught me good habits and bad. Responsibility, to love Jesus, pride, manners, perseverance, loyalty, friendship, humility, honesty, the value of hard work, and unconditional love. I was a little crap when I was a kid. I tattled - a lot. I whined - a lot. I suffered from LSS ... Little Sister Syndrome. It's no excuse, no, it's just that when I felt trapped in a corner by my bro's I'd do the only thing I could ... be a jerk. Run to mommy and tattle. Needless to say, sometimes I picked fights with my brothers, and I'm sure had a beating coming to me, but I always ran. Eventually my mom caught on and told me that I either needed to stay away from them, or learn to defend myself. I couldn't keep running to her all the time. But she loved me still. Imperfect, crappy, ugly little me.
Now when I say ugly, I'm not doing the skinny-girl-calling-herself-fat thing. No no. My 8th grade confirmation picture is up in the basement of my home church in Toledo, a dress up picture, and every time we go my husband likes to take time to admire the photo and tell me exactly how not-at-all pretty I was. Oh yes. My loving husband enjoys letting me know how awesomely unattractive I used to be from about age 5- ... well ... we're still counting. So proof positive that I had some desperately ugly years. My mom did her due diligence telling me I was the prettiest girl in school and tried desperately to make me feel special. Which if I'm honest, she succeeded in quite often.
I like to think about the biggest impact my mom had on me, but to be honest, there isn't just one. All of the things I listed earlier are HUGE parts of who I am. All parts that compose a good mommy. And when I was young, I desperately wanted to be my mommy. Pretty, successful, humble, God fearing, loving ... things I still strive to be. My mother has uncompromising faith, fierce love, and uncontested loyalty to her family and friends. At the end of the day, she is one mama bear you do NOT want to mess with. She is smart, strong, capable, and compassionate. Qualities she would never admit to having. Humble.
There are probably a thousand stories I could tell about my mom expressing each of these qualities, like the time I got sick my freshman year of college. Not just cough cough sick, like ferociously sick. She made the hour drive in 45 minutes to bring me medicine and love her little baby girl. There is nothing my mom wouldn't do for me, no question. And that's how I want my daughter to see me. An awesome example of how to love ... God, her family, and life.
As the years pass, I see a lot of my mom in me. Some good, some not my favorite, but I know I am unashamably imperfect. (There's your made up word for today, unashamably) But it's not about the imperfections, it's about what we strive to be. Always better, always with love, and always looking for the best in others.
Call your mom and tell her you love her today ... guarantee it'll make her day every time.
Love you mom. <3
Friday, May 17, 2013
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Did You Know?
Hey! I know you missed me, I'd miss me too! I took a hiatus to finish the fundraiser I was helping to coordinate to raise money to fight Human Trafficking. Something that I'm so passionate about I've posted about before, and will again I'm quite sure.
Getting back to it. A big part of my blog is in regards to health and wellness. A part of that, is learning about new and different things. One of those things is Cystic Fibrosis. I've heard about it, I've swam for it - twice, but if I'm honest with myself and you, I know almost nothing about it. I know it's a bad disease, and life expectancy is not long. But really, what is CF??
I have dear friends at my church whom are some of the best people in the world. In fact, James Fruits is SO Awesome, the mayor of the city they live in named a day after him! ... Yeah ... And one of the MANY things that make them amazing, is their daughter Mylee. The only single word I can offer to describe miss Mylee is Firework. She's bold and beautiful, sparkly and bright. While her stature is not big, her heart and her personality MORE than make up for it. She has a twin brother Malachi but for some reason, Mylee was the chosen one to be born with CF. I don't know why, that's only for God to know, but I DO know that there is no prettier, spunkier, sparkly face to put on a disease. That's truly how I see it. Mylee has a disease, the disease does not have her. Wish I could say the same about some things in my life.
So get on with it Christie, get a grip and tell me what is this disease?! Right, sorry, I was caught up with imagines from YouTube video's of Mylee putting on dance parties in her hospital room! But I asked James and Christie, not me, James' wife - yes we spell it the same, there is more than 1 Christie in the world, get over it. I asked them if they could give me more info on this disease, so I could both educate myself AND you. Here is the breakdown. Cystic Fibrosis (CF) is a "chronic inherited disease that affects both the lungs and the digestive system." Basically what happens is when a person has a disease it can usually be linked to a defective gene and or proteins that fold incorrectly. (Yeah my tech geek hubby used to do what's called "Folding At Home" a computer program some super smart university people developed to fold proteins until one miss folds unlocking information about various diseases. Your computer sends that info back to the U and they collect and analyze the data. Comment below for more info!) And a person who has CF has a defective gene who's protein associated with that gene produces a super thick "sticky mucus that clogs the lungs" which can lead to many potentially life threatening infections and it "obstructs the pancreas and stops natural enzymes from helping the body break down and absorb food." So even people with normal healthy hearty appetites can be small developmentally.
Basically people with this disease will make frequent trips to the hospital for various periods of time to fight and prevent infections that are so easily developed. To be honest, it sucks. Did you know that May is CF Awareness Month? Did you also know that there are nearly 1,000 new cases diagnosed each year and already 30,000 people living with CF currently in the United States? Did you know the estimated average life expectancy for a person with CF is late 30's? I didn't.
But I'm all about ending on a positive note. So even though this disease is a stupid dumb head, there's a little light at the end of the tunnel. About 70% of those diagnosed are diagnosed around age 2. We all know that early diagnosis and seeing things early can help start treatments and early planning. Suffice it to say back in the 1950's babies diagnosed with CF never made it to elementary school. Now 45% of the current CF population is age 18 or older. And there are more and more people joining the fight to find a cure each day. Since 1955 The Cystic Fibrosis Foundation has been the dominate force in leading the way for a cure. They are HONESTLY getting closer every day. And by they I mean the smart people, not the one's like me who sit a computer and ramble on to themselves.
On Saturday May 18 my friends The Fruits 5 (James, Christie, Malachi, Mylee and Max) are doing their annual Mylee's Miles of Smiles walk athon to raise money AND awareness for CF. This is extremely vital in education and research to end this. I love Mylee. She's a Mylee-work, an effervescent Firework of personality and perseverance.
If you want to learn more about CF, how you can help, or the walk please visit: http://www.cff.org/great_strides/ ... Because late 30's is too early for this ... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ipUDskxgSTo
Getting back to it. A big part of my blog is in regards to health and wellness. A part of that, is learning about new and different things. One of those things is Cystic Fibrosis. I've heard about it, I've swam for it - twice, but if I'm honest with myself and you, I know almost nothing about it. I know it's a bad disease, and life expectancy is not long. But really, what is CF??
I have dear friends at my church whom are some of the best people in the world. In fact, James Fruits is SO Awesome, the mayor of the city they live in named a day after him! ... Yeah ... And one of the MANY things that make them amazing, is their daughter Mylee. The only single word I can offer to describe miss Mylee is Firework. She's bold and beautiful, sparkly and bright. While her stature is not big, her heart and her personality MORE than make up for it. She has a twin brother Malachi but for some reason, Mylee was the chosen one to be born with CF. I don't know why, that's only for God to know, but I DO know that there is no prettier, spunkier, sparkly face to put on a disease. That's truly how I see it. Mylee has a disease, the disease does not have her. Wish I could say the same about some things in my life.
So get on with it Christie, get a grip and tell me what is this disease?! Right, sorry, I was caught up with imagines from YouTube video's of Mylee putting on dance parties in her hospital room! But I asked James and Christie, not me, James' wife - yes we spell it the same, there is more than 1 Christie in the world, get over it. I asked them if they could give me more info on this disease, so I could both educate myself AND you. Here is the breakdown. Cystic Fibrosis (CF) is a "chronic inherited disease that affects both the lungs and the digestive system." Basically what happens is when a person has a disease it can usually be linked to a defective gene and or proteins that fold incorrectly. (Yeah my tech geek hubby used to do what's called "Folding At Home" a computer program some super smart university people developed to fold proteins until one miss folds unlocking information about various diseases. Your computer sends that info back to the U and they collect and analyze the data. Comment below for more info!) And a person who has CF has a defective gene who's protein associated with that gene produces a super thick "sticky mucus that clogs the lungs" which can lead to many potentially life threatening infections and it "obstructs the pancreas and stops natural enzymes from helping the body break down and absorb food." So even people with normal healthy hearty appetites can be small developmentally.
Basically people with this disease will make frequent trips to the hospital for various periods of time to fight and prevent infections that are so easily developed. To be honest, it sucks. Did you know that May is CF Awareness Month? Did you also know that there are nearly 1,000 new cases diagnosed each year and already 30,000 people living with CF currently in the United States? Did you know the estimated average life expectancy for a person with CF is late 30's? I didn't.
But I'm all about ending on a positive note. So even though this disease is a stupid dumb head, there's a little light at the end of the tunnel. About 70% of those diagnosed are diagnosed around age 2. We all know that early diagnosis and seeing things early can help start treatments and early planning. Suffice it to say back in the 1950's babies diagnosed with CF never made it to elementary school. Now 45% of the current CF population is age 18 or older. And there are more and more people joining the fight to find a cure each day. Since 1955 The Cystic Fibrosis Foundation has been the dominate force in leading the way for a cure. They are HONESTLY getting closer every day. And by they I mean the smart people, not the one's like me who sit a computer and ramble on to themselves.
On Saturday May 18 my friends The Fruits 5 (James, Christie, Malachi, Mylee and Max) are doing their annual Mylee's Miles of Smiles walk athon to raise money AND awareness for CF. This is extremely vital in education and research to end this. I love Mylee. She's a Mylee-work, an effervescent Firework of personality and perseverance.
If you want to learn more about CF, how you can help, or the walk please visit: http://www.cff.org/great_strides/ ... Because late 30's is too early for this ... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ipUDskxgSTo
Sunday, March 17, 2013
You're Not Dreaming
So it's been awhile since I've written anything and so those of you who think you may have gone to the wrong page, you haven't! It's still me! Just with some updating :)
I've had some feedback and responses from male readers and thought, maybe I should open up some doors. I can't promise that every post will be gender neutral, but hey, I'm a female writing, it's bound to happen!
So we changed the name and the look, give me some feedback and let me know whatcha think!!
I've had some feedback and responses from male readers and thought, maybe I should open up some doors. I can't promise that every post will be gender neutral, but hey, I'm a female writing, it's bound to happen!
So we changed the name and the look, give me some feedback and let me know whatcha think!!
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