Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Blatantly Pulling the Proud Mom Card
April 22, 2014
Diane knew it was coming, I'm sure of it. This smarty pants college senior more than likely could sense the wheels in motion. She also knows me well enough to see me think out loud without a single word spoken, camera in hand.
Oh geez, she probably thought, this may embarrass me. Ready, wait for it.....1....2....3.
I'm reaching in my pocket now. She was right.
I was in fact planning on pulling the proud mom card and soon. It's no mystery or news flash to the peeps my inner circle. One of two things must occur to make an event official, to be carved in stone, to be remembered forever by this old soccer mom and generations to come. A sticker on the back window and/or a blog post. To have both, well, that's the real deal.
We all think our kids are great, on occasion my ears have been subject to non-stop chatter and bleeding while listening to such parents. Yes, lady....I understand, your kid really is perfect and most wonderful, and the smartest and yes, how great you have confidence about them receiving a Noble Peace Prize in the future.
Excuse me for a minute or a few weeks, I think I hear my mom calling me.......I'll be back....um....later.
My style of proud mom is more like shoving the comments about my children in the middle of a tasty camp fired S'more. Wrapping the happy bragging around a square of milk chocolate and fresh graham on both sides. Less obvious that way yet still full of goodness. Plus, I'm not usually into sharing my treats with the masses so blatantly.
With that being said and back to the point of this post, there will be no eating here tonight, no gracefully covering up my feelings. Sorry in advance.
Diane, you are awesome! Daddy and I couldn't be more proud of you. The actual process of applying the official Clemson sticker on the back of the Golden Bullet took mere seconds, the work to get there has taken you years. Way to go! Most of the classes you skillfully earned A's in I have trouble pronouncing, let alone spelling correctly. Whoop whoop! You successfully and somehow kept on schedule, despite the transfer after Plebe year, creating but a small speed bump in the process of obtaining a Bio Engineering degree. Keeping focused and giving it your all is the major of how you live life. 110 percent, 100 percent of the time. Love that.
Financial doing it by yourself will make a wonderful lesson and story to tell your very own kids one day. Combined with scholarships, working in hot and cold parking lots directing traffic and boring offices you figured it out on your own. Making ends meet to pay for your college education. No one can take that away. From the lessons learned, the experience of the journey, the ups and downs, all the way to the mounted diploma on the wall of your first job. Yours to keep. Cool huh?
In one 11 & 1/2 by 14 frame it will say it all. Written beautifully in dark ink, there forever will be your full birth name, skillfully and artistically penned in fancy calligraphy. Maybe even on orange paper, not sure how that works....Go Tigers!
I am beyond thrilled to drive around town with your undergraduate school displayed for all of Charlotte traffic to read. But, better than any bumper sticker in the world is the way my heart swells with prideful tears. As usual, I am super delighted and overjoyed with contentment to share the same last name as you.
You are almost there, the home stretch, finish line within sight.
We love you to the moon and back Di-Di!
For all time, in permanent ink and everything.
Friday, April 18, 2014
Life is Now
Paradise Comes Later
April 18th, 2014
I've checked out.
I have un-plugged for a Holiday weekend.
Baby Daddy's phone is charged for incoming calls.
Mine remains dead, no intentions of charging it.
Jumped on the free wi-fi long enough to post.
That's it, no more than that.
Inspired by nature around me. Compelled to write.
My feelings flow, my inner guts are in love.
Let me shout from the balcony overlooking the sea.
God is my rock. My souls clings to Him.
The sounds, the relationships.
The let downs and unexpected joys.
The twists and turns, the busy atmosphere.
The pretty smells, new babies and ugly fears.
Life is full.
Life is sweet.
Life is grand to say the least.
Life is tender, tough and rough....
Full of trials, the unknown and fresh warm tears.
Your promises, truth and Words are my lamp.
Lighting my way in this darkened place.
A sturdy, even, sure footpath to follow.
I stumble, you catch me.
I choose wrong, you forgive me.
I need your help, you direct me.
I doubt, you remind me.
I AM LOVED.
I AM SPECIAL.
I AM YOURS AND YOU ARE MINE.
This place, this world.
Far from my forever resting spot.
Just a gas station pit stop.
A quick overnight.
An exhale, but a puff of air.
Born in and check out, like a vapor I'm gone.
It's hard to wait as I know whats to come.
No pain, no worries.
A whole new life.
Yes, sign me up.
No matter the price.
You tell me,
Don't fret, don't worry, don't be anxious my dear.
Talk talk to me, I will listen.
I most certainly care.
Knock and I will answer.
Seek and you will find.
Just rest for a while.
Put your weight on me for my burden is light.
I am with you always, right beside you.
For now you must stay, your time is not now.
Enjoy the earthly beauty and people around.
Remember little one, walk side by side with me.
Keeping perfect step, with an easy stride.
I am yours and you are mine.
Listen to me and I tell you the truth.
You must believe.
I live within you, right in your heart.
To correct, to counsel, to convict and guide.
When your work is done, I will call you home.
When it's your time and not before.
Your name you will hear.
No mistake, crystal clear.
My righteous, strong hand and a whisper in your ear.
This way, my love, my child of God.
Come with me, your eternal life has begun.
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
Back in the Groove
Once a Zumba Instructor Always a Zumba Instructor
April 15, 2014
We all left a lot behind in the recent move. Well, some may not consider it recent, it has in fact been 9 months already. If this murky transition period time was a pregnancy I'd have made a baby by now. I'd be nursing a new born while wearing a shirt decorated with patches of dried spit-up. Ah, good times. That wouldn't slow me down though as I would simply type with my one free hand as the words flowed slowly off my sleepy fingers. BUT I have no such news of perfect smelling bundles of joy, kitchens closed people, double knotted per Baby daddy's request and an extra charge from my OB/GYN.
I haven't given birth per say, yet I have begun a new life. Finally and thankfully the heavy lead blanketed weight of this season has been lifted off my back. A series of squiggly trails, un-lit paths, slippery slopes and really long loaded emotional days have come to pass. The old, or should I say, the new and improved older Victoria has arrived.
I feel relief.
I feel light on my feet.
I feel genuine smiles taking control of my aging mouth.
I feel my feet and body reacting to the insane beat of Pitbull.
I feel the smart choreography burn my out of dance shape legs.
I feel happy as the loud Zumba music spills out and completely fills up the YMCA gym.
I feel like baby got her grove back.
I feel good.
If I had a Madonna type microphone with a small foamy mouth piece strapped to my head, this is when I'd holla....Whoop whoop! I love y'all SO much!
Once a Zumba instructor always a Zumba instructor.
Without a doubt I feel the Lord pushed me in the direction of this girl, a really good dancing girl with the same pretty face and equally long legs and funky moves as one my friends, a friend that's as close as a sister. Same, yet of course, a totally different person indeed. I look to the heavens with a sideways funny grin, the irony of it all seems a teeny bit like a funny joke on Gods part, yet the practicality, ease and familiarity of this new friends heart makes me love Him even more. Maybe I simply wasn't reading the signs along the way. Missing the forest for the trees. Perhaps He couldn't watch me sleep one more stinking, slobbery minute, He wanted to wake me up, no more hitting the snooze button. So, Victoria...here is your sign. How about the identical twin sister of your BFF? That clear enough for you? Yes Sir, I get it now, thank you :)
I won't share too much here about her, as that wouldn't be fair. I am just getting to know her and she may not care for that. Times are tough, I can't afford to loose any friends, HA! Although I won't shy away from giving her a well deserved thank you and shout out, cause that's how I roll.
Thank you Julie. Thank you for being you. Thank you for your tender heart. Thank you for obeying the Holy Spirit and reaching out to me on that day after class. Thank you for pulling me out of the back row and encouraging me in ways not shared in this post.
Thank you for caring. Your name will forever be carved, a special little spot on the finish line of my race in giving up and moving on from the past season. Ironically enough, you name is also on the starting line. Or maybe it's the same line, it's hard to tell from where I stand. I'm just happy to have this new view.
To ALL the Charlotte instructors and surrounding area.
A pre-apology is in order. Like I said, you never stop being an aerobics teacher. You never stop thinking while taking someone else's class, impossible to turn it off. Even camouflaged among the masses of other glistening peeps you always think about being in the front leading the work out. You inadvertently think about the cuing, the play list, the shy girl in the back row to the J-lo look alike in the front row. You even consider walking over to the stereo to either turn up or turn down the volume of the motivating Latin songs. Clapping to signify the changing of feet during the salsa is uncontrollable. Sorry. So, if you happen to see a heavy bottomed soccer mom with a sparkly hat pulled over her growing out hair who is smiling back at you with the cheesiest of grins and perhaps innocently smacking strangers on the rear and pulling happy moving and grooving peeps to the front row for display......I'm sorry, It's just me. HI-EEY! I don't mean to bug or irritate you with my PE teacher ear piercing whistle. I am more than likely just really enjoying your class. Again, sorry....hi, my name is Victoria.
Julie, I can't wait til Friday morning at 10:10am, I LOVE you class. One more thing, when you see your sis, tell her HI for me, I miss that stinker, a lot.
Monday, April 14, 2014
10th Annual Julian Brown Soccer Tournament
April 14, 2014
Well, let's see, what to say about this weekends tournament? Hhhmmm...I will say we have had better tournaments and the girls have more than likey played better, smarter soccer on previous sunny weekends. Can't win em all. Despite the fact our Team Manager is caught here on film paying off the refs our team left the fields without a single "W". Totally kidding, she isn't the type to do such a thing, she is more of a bring homemade brownies on cutsie plates and cartwheel during halftime kinda soccer mom. This CUFC group is made up of a great bunch of girls, their good nature, goofiness and friendships have all equaled a good time for the players and parents alike.