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This One Thing

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If you know anything about me, it’s that I live alone with my daughter. She will be 18 this year, but I have always treated her as an adult. I guess that was my way of preparing her for adulting. Some days she acts more like an adult than me!

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My last few posts have talked about writing, and why we write. Now it’s time to turn the page, and take my writing to a more personal level. I have shown you in this Blog, the beautiful relationship I get to have with my daughter. What I haven’t told you is, it’s not a list of things that I did. It has been all God, and this one thing I did.

I prayed specific prayers over her for years. I pray everyday, but when it comes to our children, I believe we need to be specific. This is the tool I used to do just that.

Stormie Omatian books. Yep, when she was little, I began using ‘The Power of a Praying Mom.’ There are specific prayers in this book that covers every stage of their young life. Now that she is older, I purchased a another book to use. It was on a clearance rack for 8 bucks. I brought that book out this week, and have began reading it.

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You can click on The Power of Praying for Your Adult Childen, to see the book. There are many ordering options, so choose what’s best for you.

Out of everything we do as parents, I encourage you to choose to do, this one thing.

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Barbie to Her

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I have put off writing this because I’m still moving from the drive. I enjoy being in control, but when I ponder the past few weeks, there is no evidence of that. I wanted this month to be a time of reflection, but God had other plans.

I knew as soon as I saw her number come up on my phone. It was laying on my desk, next to my laptop, and I just stared at it while it was ringing. When I answered she was sobbing, and then I knew God had heard our plea for help.

Mama did not wake up that morning my sister conveyed. This had been a long ride for all, but especially my sister.

I loved my Mama. She was a kick butt, independent, strong minded woman that would hug the breath right outta ya.

Until she was diagnosed with Dementia. She labeled this piece for me to have because she knew she might not recall.

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I didn’t know what to do. All I knew was I had to get to my sister and make sure she was okay. The airline wants you to pay them in gold bricks the month of December, so driving it was. From me to her was 20 hours of driving time, and I had not driven that far before.

My sister’s ex husband heard the news, and posted his condolences on my Facebook page. He referred to me as Barbie, so my friends probably wondered, ‘Who is Barbie?”

That was my nickname growing up.

My full name is Barbara, so I guess my family thought it was cute to shorten it to Barbie. They are the only ones that call me Barbie. People have tried after finding out about it, but it doesn’t sound right. It’s one of those things you respond to from a family member because it fits. I am not her today.

My family still sees me as little Barbie which is humorous to me. They have no interest in changing their vision; they don’t know I write, and have not read this Blog. The last thing they heard was I got a divorce which was almost 3 years ago. They don’t know Barbara.

I miss my Mama, but I have missed her for years.

She is in heaven completely healed, and I’ll always be Barbie to her.

 

Everything You Need

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This is the beginning of the busiest time of life called, the Holiday season.  Menus are being hashed out among family members.

It will be a short work week for most, so they can load up the car and start their journey to be with family Thanksgiving Day. I hope people will pause this week and be thankful. I believe we should pause every day for this.

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The first thing I learned in sobriety was being grateful. Waking up without a hangover was miraculous for me and gratitude began. It was suggested I make a Gratitude List. There were days, looking at my circumstances, I didn’t see much to be grateful for.

This forced me to look within myself and to stop looking at what was happening, or not happening around me.

Waking up and waking up sober was enough for me. Having those two things made everything else possible.

This week people will ponder being thankful.

Accepting where you are and being grateful for everything you have, even if that is just breath in your body; be thankful. It may look not seem like much, but it’s actually everything you need.