Seriously Baby?

In our house Rhapsody gets to roam wherever she would like. When she leaves the room I'm in I just keep an ear out for her. This afternoon I was vacuuming the living room, when finishing I realised I hadn't heard my baby in a while. I walked about the house calling her name, looking in every room. Twice. I heard her call for me a couple times but I couldn't figure out where she was!! Then it hit me. The stairs. I walked down the hall and peered around the corner to the stairs and there my child was. Looking down at me. Big grin on her face and Nali dutifully beside her. Then Rhapsody began climbing down the steps. Like a pro. I swear! How much heart attack can one baby give! Her newest form of entertainment will surely keep me on my toes....

Just a Touch of Crazy...

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Day 17, Friday: A favorite photo of yourself and why?

ke most women out there, I am sure, I do not like getting my photo taken... Most of my 'favorite' pictures were taken with other people. However, taking this challenge seriously I found a couple of just me.


When thinking about what picture is good, of course I think back to my wedding, or my maternity pictures... Three pictures came to mind as a 'favorite,' so you guys have the joy of viewing THREE WHOLE pictures of just me! How lucky of you!

This is a photo that I shot while visiting my then fiance when he graduated from BMT in Texas. It pretty much sums up... me... Just a touch of crazy... crazy awesome!




A beautiful picture taken by my proffesional photographer at my wedding. Probably my most favorite picture that is of me being... well... normal.


 

Another picture of me at my wedding. yep. I'm sexy.


 

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I Will Overcome...

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Day 16, Thursday: Something difficult about your "lot in life" and how you're working to overcome it

 

I am not exactly sure what to say to this post. I have had a very rough life. No other way about it. But for 5 years I have undergone a lot of healing, and some fantastically amazingly good things. I have overcome what happened to me as a child, and have transitioned into telling my story to help other people.

 

Sure, I still suffer extreme self-image and self-esteem issues. But even those feelings have gotten better (remember, I wrote an apology to myself...)

 

So for a minute, if you will indulge me, I will give you the short and dirty of my 'old' lot, and then give you my new, improved lot...

 

For pretty much as long as I can remember my father (step-father, but I had know knowledge of the fact until well after the beginning of it all) sexually abused me. He molested me, beat me, threw things at me, played mind games, and preyed upon a mere child. He was pretty much a disgustingly horrible person. He treated my entire family as if we were the dirt upon his shoe. It was serious middle ages, we had to do what he said for face his wrath. My step-father was a cruel, evil alcoholic with some serious bi-polar tendencies. My mom didn't know how to get us out of the house, she couldn't see that she could survive without the evil man. He had her trapped in a morbid spell. Through a miracle I came to Christ in my 16th year of life, right after I met the man who would be my future husband. I started my senior year of high school practically anorexic (I just never felt like eating...), with an over 4.0 grade average because school was the one thing I could have control over. I dreamt of escape to the stars. Literally. I was destined to join the Air Force Academy. Through the process of applying, I ended up in my principles office on one fated day. It all spilled forth from me when she asked one question... Three very convincing women later and I was driven to the Cherokee Police department to give a statement that would forever change my lot in life. Through lots of tears, trials, and fears, I made it through alive. I lost a lot of family. A lot of hope. But I exchanged it all for something so much better. I was adopted (in everything but paperwork) into a new family. They showed me what a family was supposed to look like. How a daddy was supposed to love his daughters, not the twisted way in which I thought life was. I underwent so much through the next two years, it all ended at the court trial that released my mother from jail. That slimy old step-father of mine only got six years of prison time (I mean for 17 years of my life, I thought he deserved a bit more than 6 years in prison!) And I began the move forward into a much healthier, happier, life.

 

There is soooooo much more to that story than I have written here today.So much heartache, deception, and even love. One day I will write it all down in a book to share with other men and women who underwent similar circumstances. I hope to bring healing into their lives!

 

Anyways, two years after leaving my 'home' for my adopted family, I married my husband. Then two years later we welcomed our beautiful daughter into the world! I still suffer from panic attacks, nightmares, and random other things, but not nearly as much as when I first came forward. I have come to realize that everything that happened to me was not necessarily God's will, BUT, that He can use it to do so much more good. I have found myself thankful for what happened because now I have the ability to help men and women who would otherwise not have a voice. What happened to me as a child has propelled me forward into a fantastic life. I have bad days still, but most days are beyond good.

 

I have a loving family, a fantastic life, and some amazing friends. My lot these days is quite good. Sure I can 'complain' about a lot of things (I mean come on, my husband is military!) but my life now is so blessed. I am thankful to Christ for all that He has brought me from: a broken 17 year old sitting in her principles office to a strong woman who can speak out for the abused and neglected. 

 

 

 

I made this video when I was pregnant with my daughter. Wasn't the most well-made, but it was a healing experience for me! I find more and more healing in sharing my story. Every time I do I know that someone is hearing, processing, and healing within themselves as well.

 

 

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Ten Things...

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Day 14, Tuesday: Ten things that make you really happy

 

 

One. My baby. I never knew joy until I met my child. I never quite knew frustration, exhaustion, and fear either...

 

Two. My husband. I mean, seriously, don't know how I got so lucky! Richard can take a bad day and completely turn it around (he can do the opposite too, but we'll forget that).

 

Three. Sunshine! Living in England, not much can make me as happy as some sunshine! It's painful when it appears, but so fantastically rejuvenating. People get happier, and skin starts showing.

 

Four. Singing. Seriously I love singing. I may not be the best at it, and some people don't like my voice, but when I can sing freely (especially with my husband) I experience such great joy. I don't think my husband always understands my need to just sing (he likes to 'mess' about more than actually play), but when we really buckle down and practice I just love it!

 

Five. Swimming. I don't know what it is, but I just love water! Even baths can make me feel great! I guess that's why I chose to have a water birth. I have always felt fantastic in the pool, ocean, bathwater, anything!

 

Six. Surrounded by people. This is something Richard and I both share. We love people! We love having friends, and spending time with them. Our weekends are usually spent with other couples, socializing and making memories. We love the Pub setting because of the bustling people, the open conversation, and the noise! We often get into random conversations with strangers that bring more depth and joy to our lives (I'll have to recant the story of the old couple in Norwich sometime, they were amazing!)

 

Seven. Travelling! I LOVE travelling! The joy of exploring somewhere new is amazing. I find myself standing in castles, cathedrals, ruins and brought to tears with the immense history that surrounds the place. I literally cried at Canterbury Cathedral when I stood upon the steps that Thomas Becket was martyred. This was a place and time I had read in history books, and now I have the privilege of being there. It is absolutely amazing.

 

Eight. Christmas. Maybe because we didn't celebrate Christmas for quite a bit of my childhood, or because I pretty much just a big kid, but I LOVE Christmas. As soon as Thanksgiving passes, my joy level rockets! I love giving people presents, watching their joy! I love Christmas trees, and the myth of Santa. I love tinsel, mistletoe, slippers, and Christmas jammies.

 

Nine. Reading a book. I don't get to read often, but I love when I do! It is my dream to have a 'reading chair.' One of those obnoxiously comfortable chairs that I can just sit back with a book (or a nook!) and read until my hearts content.

 

Ten. Writing. When I get the time to write, I just love it. It's why I started a blog. I love blogging when my daughter goes to bed (another thing that makes me happy...Bedtime...), I sit back with the laptop or my iPhone, put some TV on for background noise, and write. It's even how I like to pray. I have journals that I write my secret words to God in.

 

 

 

I know these aren't particularly beautiful things that make me happy. In fact, its quite simplistic. I have read other peoples words and realized how much better they wrote, or the 'prettier' things that made them happy, but I guess this is me. Simple.

 

 

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An Apology to Myself...

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Day 13, Monday: Issue a public apology.

 

 

Alright, so today I'm going to go a little bit deep here. maybe.

 

 

I would like to say that I am sorry to myself.

I have, for my whole life, put myself down on a daily basis... multiple times... I was taught how to do it young, by the people closest to me, and it is so hard to stop myself now. I am sorry for my constant nagging. My constant comparing. For saying "I am not good enough," "I am not pretty enough," "I am not worth it."

 

I am sorry for all the horrible things I have done to myself to try and make me something I couldn't, and shouldn't be. I have not been healthy, both in mind and in body. But I promise now to try so much harder to say good things. To eat good things. To believe good things about who I am. I promise to become comfortable with the person that I am, and to not be ashamed of myself any longer. I cannot change the things that happened to me, I cannot change the things I have done, but I can change the way in which I view myself from now on. For the sake of myself, my daughter, and my husband, I have begun the process of becoming a better, more confident, more healthy me. I will begin to forgive myself for the hateful way in which I have looked in the mirror, and the unkind words said in my mind, and on my lips. I WILL become me without fear or shame for who me is...

I am a strong, capable woman. One who does not fear much, willing to go down fighting. I live a life full of adventure and wonder. I am a mom. I am a good mom. I am beautiful. I have a husband who adores me. I am more than what I appear. I will remind myself this every day until I believe it.

Sorry to the girl who has had to endure my deplorable thoughts.

 

***I have recently become aware of the way in which I speak to myself. It is not healthy, it is not nice. I have begun changing the way I look in the mirror, and how I see me. It is small changes that I am making, but they are helping. I hope that if you suffer from the same meanness to yourself that this will really make you think about how you THINK about yourself.

I really love how I've been styling my hair recently... Probably one of my favorite styles yet. Wednesday I am getting it cut, so we'll see what happens then!

 

 

 

 

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An Empty Bed and A Continent Apart

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Day 12, Sunday: What do you miss? (a person, a thing, a place, a time of your life...)

 

Right now. This second.

 

I miss my husband. I am relishing in getting to reconnect with people, friends, especially family, but
my husband is so much a part of my life that being away from him is difficult. I know this time apart is less than a deployment (more of a TDY, for those military folk out there.) But I find being a single mom in an area I don't really fit into anymore, living out of a suitcase, to be kind of difficult. Family has been so helpful, and friends more than accommodating (I mean for goodness sake, my girlfriend Kari changed Rhapsody's diaper twice when I was visiting her and I didn't even notice!) But I feel the strain of being without the one person I feel completely comfortable going "Here, take this, I need a break!" I also just miss my husband for wifely reasons. For the feel of the extra body in bed with me. For the driving partner. For the conversation and complete openness that we have with each other. I mean seriously gals (and guys, if there are any guys reading this) I hit the JACKPOT with a Mr. King!!

 

In General. As in, normally.

 

I miss my family and close friends alot (hence the reason I decided to trek across an ocean AND continent to see them!) Now, don't get me wrong, I LOVE living in England, and being a military wife (I mean I get to see the world, who wouldn't like that!). And it would probably drive me insane to live too near all my family for too long, but being so far away is very difficult sometimes. It is incredible to be here now, visiting with everyone. Especially with Rhapsody, it is fantastic to see how people respond to her cheerfulness, excitability, and overall exuberance in life. I feel like people are beginning to understand why exactly it is that I am just so in love with my child; why I feel so content with her. She is my little bouncing ball of sunshine, just like her daddy.

 

And now, enjoy some past, and recent pictures from my iPhone (seriously, I need to get a better camera...)

Probably my most favourite awkward family photo...

Rhapsody just loves her daddy... Every time we Facetime she grabs the phone and tries touching and kissing his face. It is both adorable and heart wrenching to watch her reaction to being unable to get her daddy.

I think she is my child...

It was amazing getting to finally catch up with my friend Kari. A woman who has been so much to me in my life. I finally got to meet her two kiddo's, and her mine. Even across continents we have been able to encourage and be there for each other. Still, our first hug was like a breath of fresh air. I hadn't realized how much I truly missed her until I was with her again.

This is a picture I got the morning after Rhapsody was born. Words cannot explain the love.

Ann, my step-mom, is helping Rhapsody walk. It makes my heart smile to see how much Ann simply adores and loves my child. She is an amazing Grandma and woman. I am so grateful to have become apart of Ann's life.



Rhapsody and my father. My dad is one of those "tough guys," but he definitely has a soft spot for my little girl!

 



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Embarrassed? Hardly. Just A Day In The Life...

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"Day 10, Friday: Most embarrassing moment (s). Spill."

 

 

 

Today's subject is surprisingly difficult for me... Not because I don't get embarrassed. Trust me, I consistently put myself into situations that are more than embarrassing. It is pretty much a daily occurance for me to trip, fall, run into things, spill, and have some sort of food in my hair... More times than I care to remember I have put my foot in my mouth quite firmly, leaving my cheeks a scorching red. However, thinking back on those 'moments' in my life, none truly embarrassing or horrible come to mind. I have always had a mentality of "Just get over it!" I trip over absolutely nothing when standing still... I dump coffee down the front of my shirt... I show my blonde regularly... I even walk into brick walls... It is just part of my life. Now, if you were to share an embarrassing story, I would have one to match or share, but I can't actually think of my 'most embarrassing moment.' I'm sure my friends could for me though!!

 

Despite my lack of a 'most embarassing' moment, I will share a moment in which I was embarrassed in front of ALOT of people.

 

So senior year of high school I had alot happen to me. I identified with a song by Superchick called "Beauty from Pain." It's all about how God will get you through your trials and you will come out more beautiful because of the pain. I practised the song for days. Knew it by heart. But then, in front of my whole school... I forgot the second verse... Music playing and I forgot the verse! I'm not a particularly confident (or good) singer, and this was just the ultimate of embarrassing!! Immediately when I was done singing I had another act, narrating a story/play my friends and I had written. I may have redeemed myself here, but who really cares? Or remembers! Probably no one from my high school will remember the girl who screwed up the song she was singing in front of everyone, and if they do, oh well! That's their problem. Not like I can change it now! And this is how I live my life. Just moving forward, one happy oblivious girl, running around having some fantastic adventures with some craziness and embarrassment mixed in between (I'm pretty sure that at this point half of England has seen my breasts while breast feeding, what else could happen?)

 

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