My first real kiss with a Troy S. out in the hall before first period History class. I didn’t want to be French kissed because I thought it was gross.
Hagel’s theory is like a bagel – They both have holes in them. I don’t know a thing about philosophy. My roommate Joy was trying to find a way to remember this for her college philosophy exam. I helped her out.
All the funny things Rina and I did for our English class project. Burning a toy boat in White Rock Lake, getting wonder clay stuck on our hands, making over 200 tiny sculpy rectangles and then spray painting them only to learn that the color of the cap was not the color of the paint inside.
My wedding day.
The birth of my first child and the look in her eyes when she first saw me.
The day we moved from Texas to Iowa
Spending the afternoon with my friend Robin at reunion tower just before I moved.
Reconnecting with my old friend Anne when I went to church for the first time with Randy.
My first apartment.
My old friend Jared telling me that Jesus loved me after I was about to pass out drunk on the floor at a party.
Unpacking laundry when we came home from our honeymoon and planning to do only my clothes.
The sound of the space shuttle exploding over our home in Texas and the feeling of our home shaking.
The silence of the skies after September 11.
Working at Fairview Baptist Church when I heard on the radio about the planes crashing into the towers.
Michelle Stevens giving me her bouquet on Mother’s day.
The time my sister snuck up and gave me a hug at while she was working at Tom Thumb in Addison.
Shooting things off the balcony of my apartment with Ken and Elliot.
My first trip out of state with friends from DBU. We went to Oklahoma and back.
Working at PageNet, my first real job, during the second shift. We rocked!!!!
Answering a bomb threat at work.
Singing in the catacombs of an old church in Antigua, Guatemala.
Seeing Rina and Andy at the Mall of America.
Spending time with Rina after Lauren was born.
I’ll keep adding to the list as I think of things
Sunday, May 14, 2006
First Mother's Day
Today is my first Mother’s Day. So far, it’s been nice. I’m writing you at about 10:50 AM and that means that I’m sitting in Randy’s office during second service. Randy is teaching children’s church and Lauren is upstairs sleeping. Normally, I would go up and get my little one but I’m taking this time to sit quietly and reflect on this day. That means that I’ve got real free time until about 11:15. The time passes so quickly.
I’ve been thinking about my mom and what she did for me. My mom, for those of you who don’t know, is mentally Ill and has been so since my high school year. We don’t know what is ailing her. She started out with manic depression and it’s mutated into anxiety and some other mystery problem.
Since high school, I’ve always been frustrated by her irresponsibility. Its easy to see all her faults and obvious errors she made raising me and my siblings. However, I thought today about the good things mom did teach us, or at least what I took away from her life.
Mom always put us first above herself. She would be the last person to receive. She would praise our odd art work when we were little. I wonder how many ponies I drew that she never recognized to be equestrian in nature. I remember sitting in front of the mirror when I was in 6th grade feeling insecure about my looks and my mom told me that I was very pretty. How unfortunate that I did not listen to her then. Mom encouraged me to cook. She showed me how to take care of a home and taught me to be independent.
Despite my mom’s handicaps, she is a free spirit. She likes to do it her way and she has lots of good, creative ideas. Mom is an artist who never recognized her own wonderful talent. She is a skilled bead worker and designs jewelry. I’ve always wished she’d start selling her work more but she never charges enough. Mom does it purely for the joy of the craft….something that is lost these days in our country because it’s been shipped oversees or mass produced.
I love my mom and have learned that mom is always herself. It took me a long time to just accept that fact. But now that I have, I see her real beauty. I love you mom.
I’ve been thinking about my mom and what she did for me. My mom, for those of you who don’t know, is mentally Ill and has been so since my high school year. We don’t know what is ailing her. She started out with manic depression and it’s mutated into anxiety and some other mystery problem.
Since high school, I’ve always been frustrated by her irresponsibility. Its easy to see all her faults and obvious errors she made raising me and my siblings. However, I thought today about the good things mom did teach us, or at least what I took away from her life.
Mom always put us first above herself. She would be the last person to receive. She would praise our odd art work when we were little. I wonder how many ponies I drew that she never recognized to be equestrian in nature. I remember sitting in front of the mirror when I was in 6th grade feeling insecure about my looks and my mom told me that I was very pretty. How unfortunate that I did not listen to her then. Mom encouraged me to cook. She showed me how to take care of a home and taught me to be independent.
Despite my mom’s handicaps, she is a free spirit. She likes to do it her way and she has lots of good, creative ideas. Mom is an artist who never recognized her own wonderful talent. She is a skilled bead worker and designs jewelry. I’ve always wished she’d start selling her work more but she never charges enough. Mom does it purely for the joy of the craft….something that is lost these days in our country because it’s been shipped oversees or mass produced.
I love my mom and have learned that mom is always herself. It took me a long time to just accept that fact. But now that I have, I see her real beauty. I love you mom.
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