Good morning all~ I have had this post on my heart for a while now, and I think it is time to write! I hope to inspire someone, or make a difference in someone's life. I just want you to know who I am! I believe that what happens in our life can and will determine who we are. I was born in Sherman TX to an unwed mother. I had 1 older brother and 1 little sister. As I was growing up, we moved a lot. I mostly remember Arkansas. We were very poor, never had any NEW clothes or furniture, just whatever we could get free or goodwill. My mother was very abusive, to us. I recall a day that I will never forget. My brother was teaching me the ABC's, when I would get to LMNOP, it was a tongue twister, and we laughed and laughed. My mother however, didn't think it was so funny. She knocked me off the stool and beat me telling me I was stupid, and she will not have a stupid child living with her. She told me if my grandparents did not want me, that she would send me to a foster home. Well, time passed, and one day at school, I looked up, and saw my grandma standing in my class room. I was excited to see her, and ran to her hugging her tight! She asked me if I wanted to go to her home in Texas. Of course, I wanted to go visit my grandma, who wouldn't?? I did not realize what was really happening. I remember my mother giving her a big black trash bag full of my clothes, and off we went. Once we got to my grandma's house, she started going through the bag, and crying because all I had was "rags" . I had on a pair of leotards and when she took them off of me to give me a bath, I had bruises all over my legs. She was very upset about that, and told me I would never have to worry about that again. She went shopping that day, and bought me all NEW CLOTHES, even 3 different colors of PJ'S!! As a few months passed, I started missing my brother and sister. I begged to go back home. Finally my mother agreed to let me come back. Once I was back home, and nothing had changed, beatings, and everything started all over, I realized that being at grandma's was much better! I am not sure how long I stayed, but soon, I went back to grandma's house, and that is where I grew up. She adopted me and now she is my MOMMA!!
There are many details, I am not writing, to keep it short, I will write chapter 2 tomorrow.......
I am sure that my "momma" saw something in me, that was more than I ever knew could be!
For now, Here is a photo of something that when I saw it, I looked beyond what it was, and saw what it could be!! It was an old lamp, I turned it into a BIRDBATH!!