tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17242578577213716282024-03-13T06:03:47.028-07:00Garibay SoupAmandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660382153003691371noreply@blogger.comBlogger726125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724257857721371628.post-16603607507325262652010-08-25T13:59:00.000-07:002010-08-25T13:59:46.455-07:00I'VE MOVED!<span style="font-size: large;">Garibay Soup is being retired. All of my posts and comments and pictures and everything.... including from my photography blog have been moved to:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When I lost my domain name garibaysoup.com I thought, well, this is the perfect time for me to pack up and move on over to Wordpress and give myself a makeover... and a new name!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So, if you find yourself still arriving over here at Garibay Soup it's time to change that bookmark and go check out the new blog where all the excitement is happening. And I hope you enjoy :)</span><br />
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<a href="http://s91.photobucket.com/albums/k282/anjyldream/?action=view&current=GaribaySoupSiggy.png" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k282/anjyldream/GaribaySoupSiggy.png" /></a>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660382153003691371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724257857721371628.post-90619029892784717732010-08-22T16:18:00.000-07:002010-08-22T16:18:47.766-07:00Blog Update<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Working on a few things with the blog and won't be posting in the meantime. So 30 Days of Truth will resume soon and Just a Motivating Monday will be back consistently next Monday! </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">An exciting change is happening can't wait to announce it :)</span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Throughout my life I've had my fair share of people who have treated me like crap. The thing is they have never made my life hell. Allowing somebody to have the power to do that to YOUR life is just unimaginable, so the only person to blame for my life ever feeling like hell is myself. </span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Now treating me like crap ~ that one special someone is hands down my “sister”. It’s really unfortunate that she hasn’t grown up yet, and has extreme immature issues. She lives her life being evil, acting childish, and making people who actually care about her feel like CRAP. She doesn’t have this effect on me anymore, and never will. But there have been many times in my life, that with her vindictive ways she’s made me feel like crap, but I don’t blame her. I blame myself for allowing her to have that effect on me. </span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I guess in a way I should thank her, because she has helped me discover how not to be effected by hateful people. I try very hard to not live with hate in my heart, and she’s a prime example of what I don’t want to be. So, thank you, Jessica ~ and for the record, when you grow up and have ceased in your childish games I’ll be here. But you will never hurt me again.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I can’t just choose a “someone” because what has made my life worth living for is my family as a unit. This includes my children and my husband. They are my purpose in everything that I do, and without them I don’t know where I’d be in my life. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">My husband is my rock. He’s been the single most stable thing I’ve ever had in my life. He has been through literally my lowest low and my highest high. I might not make it clear how much I appreciate him on a daily basis, but I do. Without him I wouldn't be the me that I've grown to love. He is definitely worth living for. He's my best friend.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">My children complete who I am as a person. They have taught me how to be unselfish, and have given me what I believe is my purpose on this earth. I’m sure that Heavenly Father has other reasons for me, but right now…. My life is for them. I'm determined to be the mom that they deserve, and that they are taught all of the values and morals in this life that will make them good people.... and that to me is worth living for. Their smiles are worth living for. Their sweet souls are worth living for.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">My family is worth living for. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I say hope, but this is achievable and I WILL get there, and I WILL make it happened. In my life I want to be sealed in the LDS temple to my family. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>Day 6 ~ Something you hope you never have to do</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Bury one of my children. That is a pain I don’t think I could bear, and I pray that I never have to feel what it’s like. It’s a subject I can’t even elaborate on even a tiny bit, because it literally makes me want to sit here and cry.</span></div><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;">This little guy used to be the center of my world entirely.... him and him only. He was the only baby in our family. My brother and sister hadn’t had children yet and the next baby in the family {my nephew} didn’t come until Jayden was 5. That’s 5 years of being spoiled by not only his mom & dad but my mom, my brother, and my husband’s family.</div></span><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">When he was 6 the next baby of the family came and that baby came directly to our little family. Miss Ella Bella. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I love how my family is growing, honestly I do ~ and the fact that we’re adding yet another to our family is beyond exciting. But my little man just keeps growing up, and our family just keeps growing. I can’t help but worry is he getting lost in the shuffle? Ever since Ella was born a lot of attention has been put on her, because of her heart. I hope I’ve never made Jayden feel like he wasn't special or important, because he is still my everything. He is still and always be my first born, and he will always be the center of my world…. This little man changed my life for the better the minute I felt him move inside me.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I think that I need to do more things with just him so that he feels special.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Now to elaborate a little more on this….</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Jayden’s growing up. He’s going to be 9 in a month and he’s much more independent than his 3 year old little sister. When I’m home she literally consumes me. Ella and I have spent the last 3 years together day in and day out. She’s venturing into being little miss independent and she needs constant supervision. And now there’s going to be a newborn in a few months ~ and I’m terrified that Jayden is going to not feel important…. And I need to make sure that this doesn’t happen! I need to make sure that everyday I am making him feel special and important in some way…. And that he gets alone time with me w/no other children getting in the way.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">To top all of this off, tonight as I'm frustrated and trying to get Ella to bed and my frustrations were apparently showing, Jayden says to me, "Geez! What did I ever do to you? Why do you keep yelling at me?" </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">*GASP* was I yelling? I didn't even realize I was yelling. I knew I felt frustrated, but in no way shape or form was it towards him. I had to grab him, hug him and apologize right then and there, because I deserved the BAD MOM award for that one.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Am I alone in feeling like this with my children?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Welcome to another week of me pouring my heart out.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">This one she's doing by far the best version of the hokie pokie</span></div><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">and in this one she's singing Kesha & 3 Oh! 3's First Kiss song.... absolutely adorable!</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I don’t have a dad. I have a man that lives 7 miles away from me and doesn’t give a rat’s ass that I exist and is referred to as my sperm donor. This man is honestly a waste of space in my honest opinion and I know that I have hatred deep down inside for him not caring about me. </span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Probably the best thing he ever did was get fixed, because he has 4 daughters on this earth with 4 different women. The only daughter that really truly means anything to him is his youngest. The only one I don’t have a relationship with, because I don’t know her.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I need to forgive him in my heart for never being there for me in my life. I need to forgive him in my heart for not making me feel like I ever mattered…. I’ve always come last and now my kids do as well.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I do not want a relationship with this man. I don’t want my children to know him….. ever. I do need to forgive him and hold no more grudges. I need to do that, because that is right thing to do and if I want to ever be forgiven for the things I have done on this earth I need to forgive everybody ~ including my sperm donor.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Forgiveness does not mean that I am inviting him back into my life, because I have made the decision that I can’t have him as an alcoholic around my family. I cannot have him being so unstable around my family ~ my children deserve better than that and they should never feel like they are not important. And that’s what that man does.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I’ve got a lot of prayin’ to do about this, because forgiveness does not come easy.</span> </div><br />
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<em><span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong>and I MISS ALL OF MY READERS!</strong></span></em></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">BUT that’s not stopping me. I’m determined to get my domain back and was REALLY close, but now the people I have to talk to suck at getting back to you. So, I’m sortof at a stand still…. Yet I’m still blogging. So, I took off my old follow gadget off, which had all of my followers from Garibaysoup.com and now we’re at a good ol’ fresh ZERO followers….. but at least now anybody new that shows up over here can FOLLOW until I get my stupid domain situation fixed.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Seriously…. Don’t EVER EVER EVER let your domain lapse ~ whatever you do!</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">SO ~ if you like coming here or used to follow me before you can join again. So you won’t miss any of the oh so exciting stuff I have going on…. Like the 30 Days of Truth.</span></div><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">and she does. She fit right in like a little puzzle piece. Watching her grow into the little girl that she's growing into has been pure delight. She's all girl, but can definitely take her brother down to the ground. She loves to do her makeup, paint her nails, and play with her best friend, Ruthie. She'd rather dig in the dirt than play with her toys, and I still can get her to snuggle with her mama.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">She's everything I've dreamed of and more.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">She's my princess, and she's made these past 3 years of my life amazing.</span></div><br />
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</span></i> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">As I watch you grow into a little girl from a baby I find myself wanting to be even closer to you. I soak up every second and love to breathe you in as we snuggle. I know that these days where you're my little girl won't be here for long. Soon I'll no longer be the best part of your day, but just your mom. I want to treasure these moments that I have with you forever, because you'll never know how much they mean to me.</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><br />
</span></i> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">I love your personality. I love how your eyes literally light up when you are excited. I love how much you love your family, how much you look up to your brother, and your love for church. You are my little best friend, Ella, and I as you grow and get older I want to make sure that you always know that I'll always be your Mama and you will always be my baby girl.</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><br />
</span></i> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Love, Mama.</span></i></span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I left the medicine without a childproof cap on the counter. </span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I left the medicine on the counter that almost took my daughter's life a little over a year ago on the flipping counter.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Why didn't I put it up high where she had no access to it? </span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I still have days where I look at her and just have to grab her and hug her and thank God for not taking her from me. I still have days where I think about the look that was on her face when I thought she was dead and I can't help but cry. </span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I almost killed my daughter by a very scary mistake. And I hold this horrible pain and guilt inside of me because of it. I try to look at the beautiful blessing that she's here with us, she's beautiful, she's thriving, she's growing, and she's not effected by this mistake in any way.... but there was a good 5 minutes of my life that I thought my daughter was dead. There was a moment in my life where I heard codes being called on her in the hospital and doctors and nurses rushing in ~ and all I could do was drop my head and pray like I have NEVER prayed in my entire life. In my head she was gone... and I truly didn't know how I was going to go on. I didn't know how I was going to get out of bed every day. I didn't know how I was going to go on without seeing her beautiful smile that literally melts every ounce of my soul.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I have to forgive myself for this. I have to take it as a lesson learned that they do climb, and all it takes is literally 2 seconds of your back being turned for a life altering disaster to happen.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">TO READ THE POST I WROTE WHEN THIS HAPPENED</span><a href="http://garibaysoup.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-life-throws-you-curve-ball.html"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: x-large;"><em>{CLICK HERE}</em></span></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Everybody on this earth has had a screwed up childhood in some way or another. Mine consisted of an extreme amount of unstableness, and a whole lot of other crap that I could dwell on for the rest of my life.... which of course would only cause my future to be as ridiculous as my past.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">What I love is that I honestly don't care. I can forget about whatever has happened to me in the past and focus on my present and my future. I don't allow my childhood or my past to shape who I am today. I make the choice on whether I want things to effect me in a positive or negative way, and which way do you think I choose? Um.... basically I'm choosing happiness and success over dwelling, hatred and self pity. </span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">And I love this about me that I can CHOOSE to not allow my childhood or my past to effect who I am now.</span> </div><br />
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</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Lordy ~ I've pondered this one for a while now. I ended up deciding not to go with something physical and do something on the inside.... something I hate about myself, but something I most definitely can fix, but until I face the music and admit to thing I hate about myself I'll never fix it.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I am the queen of screwing myself over. I for some weird and extremely strange reason put things off until sometimes it's too late. Okay, I said it! That feels a tad bit better.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I guess you can call it procrastination. I do tend to procrastinate a tad and probably get this from my mother, because she is QUEEN of procrastination.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Here's what I don't get..... why don't I just do things right away and be done with them so I don't have to WORRY about them. Worrying is something I hate to do, so while I tend to procrastinate, I in turn make myself worry and I hate this about myself!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I've tried to just take care of things as soon as they enter my mind, and it's going to be a while of trying to practice this new life bettering idea before I make it a habit. But I hate that I do this to my life. I don't want to procrastinate anymore!</span> </div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">~ I have become completely obsessed with cleaning out my garage. I think about it all day while I’m at work and every box I empty out I seriously feel like doing a happy dance.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">~Once the garage is completely cleaned out I have plans on making a super awesome playroom since baby #3 will mean less room.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">~I have found things while cleaning out my garage that are priceless and things I thought were lost…. Mya’s u/s picture. This might sound morbid, but I really wish that they would have printed out an u/s picture when we discovered that she had passed away. I wonder if it’s in my charts that the Sacramento office sent over to my Medford OBGYN. I just might ask. The u/s picture I found was from our first appt. There’s just a little sac, but she was in it and that is something I always want to treasure.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">~Now that I’ve found her u/s picture I want to create a shadow box in remembrance of her. And get another urn necklace made w/the remainder of her ashes to put inside of it. I am so relieved that we still have ashes since Ella flushed my original urn necklace down the toilet…. That was a sad, sad day.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">~I’ve also found my mother’s Book of Mormon from when she was a little girl. That to me is a priceless treasure. </span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">~My daughter is turning 3 on Saturday. She’s overwhelmingly excited for her party on Saturday and I’m overwhelmingly excited for her! She’s anticipated this day for a VERY long time.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">~I’m on my 3rd week of work. I’m surviving and I actually kind of enjoy it. The break from the house was probably much needed, especially with a new baby on the way…. But my heart definitely misses my kids.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">~I had a prenatal appointment yesterday. Very uneventful, but those are the best in my opinion. I was in and out and won’t be back for another 4 weeks. Baby’s heartbeat was beautiful. On Sunday I will be 6 months pregnant! It’s flying by! Still have no morning sickness and have been feeling absolutely wonderful. About dang time!</span></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">If you're just joining in:</span></div><em><span style="font-size: small;">I LOVE inspiring things to motivate me and I thought what better of a day to read inspiration than on dreadful Mondays. If you would like to write something you think will inspire or motivate others PLEASE link up!! I'd love to read your words and I'm sure that other's would as well! </span></em><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Lately there have been some things happening in a marriage to a couple I know, not close with, but I know them. I know the details of their marriage through an individual who is close with me and close with them. <em>{can’t give details on who it is exactly for their privacy}</em></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Their marriage is in utter turmoil. A girl has entered into the man’s life, a girl who has no respect for family or marriage, and this man is willing to just throw away his MARRIAGE over some young girl who will walk away from him when the drama of his wife finding out starts. For now they’re just both enjoying the excitement of <strong><em>LUST</em></strong> nothing more than just that. While they’re enjoying this, there’s a wife at home with a baby that has no idea. </span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">No idea that the man who is supposed to stick with her through thick and thin, for better for worse is planning to end their marriage over a girl that it is in my best interest to not describe my opinion of her, because I am better than that. </span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">When learning of the events going on currently in this marriage I can’t help but feel sad. I haven’t always been an advocate of making your marriage work. My marriage by no means has ever been perfect ~ in fact we’ve had problems in the past that would make your head spin and most people run to the family courts for divorce papers. </span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">We’re not perfect, but we know that our marriage matters. We know that our children matter. We know that there is no force out there that can interfere with our happiness. Period. There is nothing too big that we can’t talk and work through. Resorting outside of our marriage is not an option. Period.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">These people are not friends of mine, and I don’t know why it’s bothering me so much, but it is. It’s made me reflect A LOT on marriage and has me very grateful for mine and the small problems it contains. </span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">My heart aches for his wife. I’m sure she’s not perfect in her marriage, probably has taken him for granted for the most part, but all it takes is a little communication. <strong><em>TALK!</em></strong> If you’re having issues in your marriage roll up your sleeves and get to work on it. Don’t be a coward and go find the first young home wrecker and destroy your family. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">At the end of the day…. Your immediate family is ALL YOU HAVE. Friends come and go, extended family even comes and goes, LUST comes and goes…. It’s what is under your roof that will love you unconditionally, be there for you when you need it the most. So, doesn’t that deserve the most devotion and work from you?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I'm posting this as my Just a Motivating Monday post because for some reason this situation is motivating me in a weird way to pay extra special attention to my marriage. It's making me think A LOT on what's important in life, in family, in marriage, in parenting ~ a whole mess of thoughts are going on through my mind. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This weekend I did some major transformations in my garage. I found things that made me oooooo and ahhhh and things my friend who was in there with me wanted to hit me over the head with for not having up in my home. But I'm finally organizing MAJORLY and I think I'm even ready to bust out some paint and have this home of our's {well, sortof since we don't own it} the way I envision it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I need to remember after this working thing I'm doing is over that I <em>MUST</em> stick to a schedule. I <em>MUST</em> take advantage of all the time I will have at home to ensure that my home looks how I want it.... to make my home the haven it should be for my family.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">For so many years ~ 5 years, 7 months I was a working mom. I was fortunate enough to be able to bring Jayden to work with me for the 1st year of his life, but after that.... I left him. EVERY, SINGLE DAY... MONDAY-FRIDAY. This changed in 2007 and I was so blessed to be able to become a work at home mom. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I have never had to leave Ella in the care of somebody else. I can't even begin to describe what that means to me. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">But here I am after 3 years & 4 months I am back to work. It's completely a temporary thing, and luckily Gino and I have opposite schedules, so they kids don't have to go into anybody else's care... but, I am feeling extremely bugged about it tonight.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I get home at 3:20pm, and since I've started working Ella has stopped napping. You can tell when Ella is tired because she starts going into destruction mode then it's get to the point where you can't help but be completely irritated and it's not good.... because it starts when I get home. So, here I am missing out on the majority of the day with her and I get home and it's not enjoyable. I look at the clock longing for bedtime... </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">and I officially feel like the worst mother EVER. I hope I tomorrow is better, I hope that she's not exhausted and I'm not exhausted. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Dear November.... I can't wait til you get here. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I can't wait til I can wake up in the morning to my sweet little girl's sweet smile and laughter. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I can't wait to sit lazily at the table eating breakfast while we plan what fun events we'll do during the day <i>together</i>. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I can't wait to not have to miss out on another moment with her, because her days are now filled without me.... and I don't like it.... at all.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I can't wait to just be with Ella, because she's my best friend and I miss her. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">My life was consumed by her, and now it's consumed with paperwork..... and computers.... and lunch breaks.... and silence. I haven't heard silence in years. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I used to think I could never be a stay at home mom. I used to think it took a special someone to do it, and that special someone could NEVER be me. But you know what, I can't imagine not being a stay at home mom. I guess that <i>I am that special someone</i> I never thought I could be. I hope that I can continue to do whatever it takes to ensure that I'm home with my babies... where my heart is.</span></div><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I had to take a deep breath and tell myself that they're just kids and unfortunately sometimes this is what kids do. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Parenting is the hardest thing besides a marriage. I'm not sure which one is harder, but they're both pretty dang hard. Parenting and marriage become not hard when you choose to give up. That is something I will never do with either. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">My son is probably one of the best, well behaved little boys out there. Yet today, he was completely defiant to me. Anything I told him to do he wouldn't do.... anything I told him not to do he'd do.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I am sitting here.... literally done. My brain hurts, I'm exhausted, and I want nothing more than my children to just go to bed. And my house to be magically put back together. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">But the reality is they're not going to go to bed right now, I actually will have to put this house back together manually {myself}, and this is the life of a stay at home mom. It's exhausting yet so rewarding at the same time. Not every day is bad, and not every day is good.... but every day I am here with them and I need to remember that they need their mother to be patient with them, and I need to remember that this will pass. The days where my biggest concern is my son pushing my daughter on the merry go round when I asked him not to will be a day I really wish I could go back to.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">These days that end with me literally drained from brain to the tips of my toes are days like this.....</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs098.ash2/38217_409777688030_788868030_4596327_2823537_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs098.ash2/38217_409777688030_788868030_4596327_2823537_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">and the day these little beauties of mine are all grown up and moments like these have passed I will definitely wish I could go back and soak it back in.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I need a major dose of POSITIVITY! I am such a firm believer that our lives are what we create. So, if this is what I believe, then why don't I always practice this? HUMAN. I'm completely human and sometimes I let some negativity overtake my thoughts and then in my life starts to reflect my negativity.</span></span></span></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I'm in the middle of reading an amazing book and there was a quote from it I can't stop thinking about.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>"The bad news is your past was in your hands. But the good news is your future is in your hands as well."</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I can absolutely look at my decisions from my past and see why I am where I am in my life. I can also see where I chose wrong and that I need to NOT repeat any decisions or actions that just made my future into what I didn't want it to be like.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I do know that if we can focus our thoughts on positivity and our dreams we can achieve amazing results. I know this, and sadly I haven't been putting my energy into this. I need this to change, so from today forward I'm going to make it a goal of mine to watch my thoughts, make sure I'm sending out positive frequencies so I can get positive results.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Lately I haven't been reading any self improving books, which I truly believe helps shape our lives. Today I chose to get my first Kindle book (can you believe I have had a DROID since February and haven't put the Kindle app on it yet?!?! CRAZY!) and I chose <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Travelers-Gift-Decisions-Determine-Personal/dp/0785273220/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1279580966&sr=8-1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"><i>{The Traveler's Gift by Andy Andrews}</i></span></a>. Probably the best decision I've made in my life in the past few months. It's amazing what a few positive, life changing words can do to your state of mind. If you've never read this book before I HIGHLY SUGGEST GETTING IT!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I hope that today's post will help you in some way to start being aware of your thoughts, because I truly do believe that they shape our lives. </span></div><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I never said what I really wanted, because either way of course I'd be happy, but the fact that it's a GIRL excited me to the very core. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The girls will outweigh the boys in the Garibay home!</span></div><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">With that being said....</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I'm making a come back with a post for Shell's awesome Pour Your Heart Out Wednesday... because I have some major pouring to do.</span></div><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I have a daughter. And I've always dreamed of having a daughter. I've had dreams for my daughter forever. Maybe her dreams will be different, and that's fine, but until she realizes what her dreams are I will be fulfilling mine for her.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I've always envisioned my little girl to be a little girl, a dancer, dressed in tutus and everything like sugar and spice. I know, this just might change when she's older, but for now she's living my vision.... and she loves it. She loves to dance, she loves to dress up, she loves being a girl. Keep in mind I'm not like putting makeup on her and throwing her in pageants and being like toddlers and tiaras, but I'm letting her be A GIRL...... does she look like she's suffering in this picture?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">SO.... here's where I pour it all out.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">We had my in-laws stop in for a night on their way to Washington {because we are a completely awesome <s>pit stop</s> place to stay} and for a night on their way back home. On their way up the visit was nice.... extremely short, but whatever. Apparently spending an extra day with my kids wasn't in their plans, but the visit on their trip back SUCKED. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">There's a lot of things that went on that I'm not going to get into right now, but one thing irritated the hell out of me. My husband's little sister is going to be a freshmen in high school. Since she grew up with only brothers I guess her parents found it right to put her in sports all her life. Which is FINE! However.... I AM NOT DOING THIS WITH MY DAUGHTER. I REFUSE. If she comes to me and says, "Mom, I would like to play basketball." I will support her. But I am not going to shove her in sports, and I sure as hell am not going to shove my son who doesn't want to play sports into sports. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Well, apparently I'm unreasonable to not put Ella in sports in addition to dance classes. Um.... I'm pretty sure that she's my kid. I'm pretty sure that I carried her for 9 months, pushed her out and get to make the decisions for her until she can make them for herself. And that's the privilege I GET because I AM HER MOM.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">So to have people enter my home and try to argue with me about this is the most IRRITATING thing in the entire world. We are not them, we will never be them. I am pretty sure that my husband and I are raising our children the way we WANT TO, and we will accept outside opinions when you are financially, emotionally and physically supporting my children... until then, please keep your opinions on what I should do with my children TO YOURSELF!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">And my daughter will NEVER NEVER NEVER play softball... I would like to make that clear to my sister in law. So, you can put your daughter in softball, but mine will not be in softball.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Okay, that felt good.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I really loved them, and sadly when they were only 5 & 6 they went to live with their father and I didn't see them until my brother was 12 and then my sister came around again when she was 14. When they came back the weird thing is it was almost like they had never left. I loved them so much and my sister became my best friend. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The sad thing is that love from her was extremely conditional. She's the type of girl that if you don't agree with her, or piss her off in some way she can go the rest of her life never talking to you again.... and I guess she's okay living like that. I don't have a relationship with her anymore, and sadly it was he said, she said bullshit regarding her oh so wonderful boyfriend. One thing I've tried really hard to do is walk on egg shells around her, even when I don't agree with her decisions.... I keep my mouth shut. Sadly, the inevitable happened and we no longer have a relationship. Not my choice.... her's. Did it hurt? HELL YES! She was my sister and she has chosen to believe crap over what her own flesh and blood says. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I think the funniest thing about her beginning this feud with me is that she in turn went to befriend people that I wasn't getting along with. People she HATED and talked the most insane crap about.... by the way, because I defended them that gave her a reason to distance herself from me. But now we have a new best friendship that's formed and I can't laugh hard enough. I for one know that if I don't like somebody one day I sure as hell am not going to like them the next. She has no identity. Unfortunately her childhood was so screwed up that she doesn't truly know who she is. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">My opinions on people don't change like that. If I like you one day, I will probably love you the rest of my life whether you're in it or not. I've never had a friend that I don't consider a friend of mine today. It's the way I've always been. In high school I was choosy on my friends, because once you become a friend of mine I'll move mountains for you..... even if we recently had a stupid spat all it takes is one phone call asking for me to be there and you bet your ass I'm RIGHT THERE! Family, not so much. I'm always there, but I've learned that I actually have to really shield my heart from them. I've never really had to shield my heart from a friend. They've always come in when the whole world has gone out, and that's why friends to me mean so much more. I don't have to walk on egg shells with them. My family.... I do.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">So, I know a lot of people have their sister as their maid of honor at their wedding, and I chose not to. I chose the one person who has been solid in my life since I was in preschool.... whether I moved across the country or not, and in my eyes that makes her more a sister to me than my own blood, who is so quick to throw away what I would think is one of the most important relationships you can have.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">It's taken me a while to accept the fact that I will never have a relationship with my sister. Her children will never know mine, and my children will never know of her's. I'm not going to teach my children about family that isn't really family. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I'm not perfect. I'm not sitting her saying that I'm any better than Jessica. I've grown A LOT since I was 25 ~ every year I discover more and more about who I am, and what things and people mean to me. Even in the past 6 months I feel like I've grown to just not even care about the b/s that goes on anymore. I just have discovered that life is way too short, and negative energy towards people that I actually love is not worth it. And if they choose to be a part of my life and my children's life then GREAT! But if they choose not to, then that's their deal. I know that I'm a wonderful person who only ever wants to help my friends and family in any way I can. Those who are a part of my world and my life know this, and if you're not a part of my world and my life anymore, then I'm sure you know that when you were that's all I ever was for you.... somebody who you could ALWAYS rely on.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">So while I'm not perfect, I'm going to continue nourishing the relationships in my life that matter, loving the people who are in my world, and always praying for those who aren't. I'm grateful for the wonderful friends and few family members that I do have. I do have 2 sisters that come from my dad that I have really gotten to grow to love. I am beyond blessed to have the friends that I do have in my life. Some I've had since I was a little girl, and other's just in the past couple of years... but they are nothing short of amazing.... and you all know who you are.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">So, I have to let go... and this rambling post wasn't so much for my awesome readers, but more for me. I needed to get this out and put this to rest. I need to accept the fact that I don't have my sister anymore..... in fact, she's not my sister. I will always love her to death, but that doesn't give her the title of being my sister. Blood doesn't mean anything to me, when you can actually walk away from me. Hell, if it did then I'd actually call the sperm donor guy my dad HAHA.... that'll NEVER happen!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">A little over a week ago my little girl started to stutter. At first it would just be her repeating the first sound of the sentence over and over for a few times before she finally spit it out, but now it's worse. She actually will open her mouth and have such difficulty getting the word out that she just attempts trying.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">This mama is HEARTBROKEN! I pray HARD that this is just some phase she's going through and she will outgrow it, and she won't stutter for the rest of her life.... because my heart can't handle her feelings getting hurt from the mean kids she'll encounter.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I made her a doctor's appointment, against everybody's advice. Even my son's speech therapist's advice. Luckily I saw him at the park and snagged him for a little insight into his brain on what we're going through. His main advice was patience, don't put words in her mouth, basically just let her work on it on her own. But she struggles and all I want to do is help her slow it down and give her the word she's trying to say. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Now here's the downfall of parenting. You hurt when they hurt and the more kids you have I think the more hurt you're going to have to feel! With having an SPD child I've hurt a lot. My heart has felt like it was literally stabbed when he comes home to tell me that some </span><s><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">evil</span></s><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> child has told him how weird he is. My heart has been stabbed as I've watched him with his beautiful manner at the age of 5 walk up to a kid to play with him and introducing himself as Jayden, while putting his hand out to shake it ~ only for that </span><s><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">evil</span></s><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> child to turn around and walk away from him.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I don't want my kids to hurt more than general life already will make them hurt. I don't want my daughter to come home crying because somebody made fun of her because no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't get that word out.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I'm taking Ella to the doctors even if it's a waste of time and he tells me the exact same thing as the speech therapist told me, because I want to do everything I possibly can as early as I possibly can if this does indeed turn out to be a problem and not a phase.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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