Well, since I failed at my December blog challenge to myself I am making a resolution to blog more than last year. Often, I have things to say I just don't remember to sign in and blog! But a lot of changes are coming for Brian and me in 2011 and I would love to be able to share them with everyone.
I started this blog in hopes that my situation over the past 3 years might help someone else who was going through something similar or just any difficult situation in general. Sometimes I am very blunt, but I have always thought of my blog as a way to share my feelings and say what is on my heart. I am not perfect. Sometimes I get hurt, upset, angry...but don't we all at times? We are, after all, only flawed humans.
Lately I have felt like I needed to share my struggle with depression a few years back. It is something that was very difficult for me and something that I don't generally like talking about. But I really feel that there are more people than I know out there who has struggled with depression at one time or another. Whether it be themselves or someone they care about. Life can be hard. But thank the Lord we have each other to lean on and others experiences to help us along.
You can read about some of my journey here and also here.
I still have days when I tend to want to be negative and depressed. But I really do feel like with God and my family, I have defeated the demon of depression that haunted me so much not too long ago. Whenever I feel myself headed in that direction, I thank God for all of the things he has blessed me with and all my problems seem to fade away in comparison to all that I have.
Best wishes for the best new year possible.
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Monday, December 6, 2010
Christmas Failure.
Well, there goes my blogging everyday for a month. It is Monday and my last blog post was Thursday. Merry Christmas, everyone!
Thursday, December 2, 2010
The Ugly Cry
Today's Christmas memory is about my sweet little boy. On his first Christmas, he was not quite 5 months old. One night, he was sitting in his dad's lap watching me wrap Christmas presents. He seemed fascinated with the sparkly bows. He kept reaching out for them and smiling so sweet. So I took one of the bows, peeled off the plastic, and stuck it on his tummy and said, "Merry Christmas!"
Bad idea. Very bad idea.
He went into an immediate hysterical cry. I mean UGLY cry. Like lost his breath, turned scarlet red cry. I felt like the worst mom ever! I thought he would love the bow, but apparently he thought otherwise. I mean this kid cried for a good 2 minutes over that stupid bow! Eventually he calmed down but I never offered him another bow.
As I was looking back on pictures from his first Christmas, I can't believe how much he's grown. He had his first Christmas meltdown (via bow), his first taste of cereal and first look at a Christmas tree all in the same month. Sometimes I wish he were that small again, but then I think of how much fun he is now. His own little person. But I wouldn't trade those memories for the world.
Bad idea. Very bad idea.
He went into an immediate hysterical cry. I mean UGLY cry. Like lost his breath, turned scarlet red cry. I felt like the worst mom ever! I thought he would love the bow, but apparently he thought otherwise. I mean this kid cried for a good 2 minutes over that stupid bow! Eventually he calmed down but I never offered him another bow.
As I was looking back on pictures from his first Christmas, I can't believe how much he's grown. He had his first Christmas meltdown (via bow), his first taste of cereal and first look at a Christmas tree all in the same month. Sometimes I wish he were that small again, but then I think of how much fun he is now. His own little person. But I wouldn't trade those memories for the world.
Brian's First Christmas
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Christmas Memories
Since today is December 1st, I have decided to blog everyday for the month. I was inspired by one of my very best friends in the universe and her amazing feat of blogging for a month. Which, by the way, you did a wonderful job, Becky! Her blog posts are MUCH more entertaining than mine (not to mention written from across the globe). So my blogging for the month is going to be a reflection of memories from Christmases past.
When I was a little girl, we used to spend Christmas eve with my 2 aunts and my cousins Ross and Jenny in the city. Here is a picture of Jenny and I on my very first Christmas. I was 9 months old.
I have so many memories from those Christmases that I will be sharing, but one that stands out in my mind is the year that I had the crud scared out of me. My cousin Jenny and I were in bed listening to a Christmas book (which incredibly they still publish and I bought a copy for Brian! It is a scratch and sniff) when the grown ups thought it would be a good idea to make us think Santa was at the house. So my grandpa went outside the bedroom door and banged on pots and pans so that we would think Santa was really there! I remember pretending to be excited, but inside I was FREAKING OUT.
You see, I was always terrified of Santa. In fact, it's safe to say I was relieved when I found out the man wasn't real. I mean, I appreciated his gifts, but preferred to be out of the house when he dropped them off.
So maybe it was just me who was scared to death of all the commotion outside the window. Or maybe Jenny was scared too. Who knows? Looking back, it was one of my best memories because my grandpa went to such creative lengths to make us happy and give us a special Christmas memory. Thank you, Papa.
Christmas Eve Night-mare :)
When I was a little girl, we used to spend Christmas eve with my 2 aunts and my cousins Ross and Jenny in the city. Here is a picture of Jenny and I on my very first Christmas. I was 9 months old.
I have so many memories from those Christmases that I will be sharing, but one that stands out in my mind is the year that I had the crud scared out of me. My cousin Jenny and I were in bed listening to a Christmas book (which incredibly they still publish and I bought a copy for Brian! It is a scratch and sniff) when the grown ups thought it would be a good idea to make us think Santa was at the house. So my grandpa went outside the bedroom door and banged on pots and pans so that we would think Santa was really there! I remember pretending to be excited, but inside I was FREAKING OUT.
You see, I was always terrified of Santa. In fact, it's safe to say I was relieved when I found out the man wasn't real. I mean, I appreciated his gifts, but preferred to be out of the house when he dropped them off.
So maybe it was just me who was scared to death of all the commotion outside the window. Or maybe Jenny was scared too. Who knows? Looking back, it was one of my best memories because my grandpa went to such creative lengths to make us happy and give us a special Christmas memory. Thank you, Papa.
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