2 posts tagged “life”
When did you really get to make a difference for someone else?
Submitted by bodhibound.
HERE ....and it has truly been a blessing!
As little girls we dressed up in feather boa's, over-sized high heels, and floppy hats. We arranged elegant tea parties and hob-knob'd with the likes of Ted-d-bear, baby tenderlove, and the ever famous " mattel girls." We were the best tea makers- the best party planners -and the most awesomest fashion designers evah!! Our (easy bake oven) cooking skills and our (mud) pie making talents, were second to none! The paparazzi (aka our Mom) continually snapped photos of us wearing our hundred strands of beads (all different colors) and our bright red lipstick. Oh yeah...we were special...we were famous. WE were da bomb!!!!
Yep, right there in our little bedroom was the perfect world. A world where we could be anything we wanted to be. A ballerina - A princess - A rock star! Whatever we wanted to be, was no more than a thought (and a costume) away! And no matter what we decided to become today...homies had our back.
Every evening homies-Teddy and the gang, sat eagerly at the dinnertable. They never complained about the turkey being dry or the meat being overcooked. Never once did they throw their head into their hands and mumble "Oh crap, not mudpie AGAIN!" They never pointed out that our hair was a mess, or our shoes didn't match our hat. Nope, they loved us no matter what! They listened when we talked, they laid with us when we cried, and never once did they judge us, yell at us, or tell us we were wrong!
And at night when our Mom's tucked us in and read about beautiful princess' awaking from deep sleeps and ugly frogs turning into handsome princes', I knew it was only a matter of time (like probably next week) when I would be all grown up and have a castle and a prince of my own.
But somehow along the way that belief shifted.
I think it was when family friends came over and brought their son for me to play with.
He never wanted to play tea party, or barbies, or rock star. Oh noooooooo...instead he wanted to toss Barbie out of her corvette...load in his GI Joe.... and proceed to terrorize my bedroom floor, knocking over the barbie house, the tea set, and anything else in his path. All the while making this stupid Errrrnnnnnnnn ERNNNNNNN sound that still plays in my head like a bad record. Ernnnnnnn Ernnnnnnn ERNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!
Immediately, I realized THIS must be a frog! and suddenly I decided that growing up was not as important after all!
Throughout my teen years I met lots of frogs. It was not until my early 20's that I would meet the frog I would later marry.
It's been more than 20 years between "just married" and now, and it has taken many of those 20 years to figure out how to get past the frog stage.
But with lots of patience, and perseverence (on both sides) we have gotten to a place where I never knew we could be.
These days.."the homies" consist of Drew, my girls, and a couple of furry friends. The easy bake oven has been traded in for a much more sensible model. Mud pies have been replaced with chocolate chip cookies. And bright red lipstick has been removed in place of something much more fitting for my age.
Oh sure...there are complaints about the turkey being dry...or the meat being overcooked...and the running joke in my house is still "dinner's ready when the smoke alarm goes off"...but one thing it has taken me over 20 years to learn - and the most important lesson of them all...is...."no matter what I decide to become today...homies got my back. They love me no matter what!!!"
I have finally found my castle...
