Friday, November 22, 2013

The Sweetest Grin

Every morning I'm greeted with a tiny little grin.
"Where's Donnie?" it asks as soon as I walk in.
A grin dressed in jammies and bare little feet.
It's voice so little, and so very sweet.
"Hi, Steppy.", it squeaks, "Wanna play in my room?"
How did that grin grow up so soon?
It used to be toothless and filled with a thumb.
Now it talks, sings, and chews bubble gum.
So many moments I'll never forget.
Three special years that have been the best.




Sunday, November 10, 2013

Old School

I just began my junior year  of college this fall at a state university close to home. At 28, this has been way more intimidating and harder than I think it would have been when I was 20. The reason why I'm 28 and just now a junior in college is a whole other post.  Here are 8 reasons why this is harder at 28, as well as 8 follow-up silver linings.

1. When you're well beyond college age, you - yourself, are completely responsible with funding your own entire education, while paying for health insurance, a car payment, a  mortgage, that dreaded cell phone bill, and monthly visits to the chiropractor (your bones really get out of whack once you hit 26), and, if you're anything like me, mom doesn't pay for your acne prescriptions anymore.
           
2. You don't get a 28 year old college student discount at the YMCA. For some reason the student cut-off age is 21. Discrimination.

3. You realize how uncool you really are.
 I've always thought I did a pretty good job at keeping up with the times. You know, staying up to date with current music, watching 3-4 hours of MTV every week, and of course Keeping up with the Kardashians (HELP ME!). This has apparently not been enough. I've learned that things like FBO (FaceBook offical) and swerve (still unclear of this one) can go together in a sentence that makes complete sense to the "cool" kids. Example: "OMG, you guys, they like totally made their relationship FBO - SWERVE!"

4. You are too broke to hang out with your friends that are your age and have real adult jobs.
(See #1)

5. You find yourself googling things like "FBO", "swerve", and "how to be cool with college students" discretely in the back of a classroom. (See #3)

6. Your eggs aren't getting any younger, and you feel a life deadline fast approaching, and the only fix would be an extra 3 years between the ripe ages of 28 and 30.

7. Most people, in my experience, poo poo the idea of a married, childless 28 year old woman seeking a college degree. (See #6)

8. You're too old to play on the sports teams, and are liable to break a hip out on the basketball court.

SO MANY SILVER LININGS, y'all. While it is hard seeking a degree at my age, it also has had it perks, and I am (most days) glad I am doing this now.

1. I get to fund my own education. All on my own. I earn it - all the way around. (But, if anyone would like to help out, hollar at your girl.)

2. I get to go to the YMCA, and not the college gym with all the extremely in shape college students, and still feel ok about myself.

3. I AM cool, but not 20 year old cool, which I shouldn't be. BUT, I get to meet and be friends with the sweetest and kindest 20 year olds who teach me the weirdest "in" things, and keep me young!

4. I don't get to hang with friends that are my age as often as I'd like, but when I do, it's that much more special.

5. I've learned how to google so many things. My brain's basically "ask jeeves". (is that still a thing?)

6. While my child-bearing years seem like they're slipping through my fingers, my desire to be the best version of myself I can be is only getting stronger; and I'm realizing, to be the mom I want to be, I HAVE to do this - for me and my future family.

7. Can I talk about how much fun it is to be married AND going to college? I've got the most handsome study buddy. I've got someone that actually wants to hear about my classes, and meet my new friends. Best of all, I get to snuggle up every night with my biggest supporter. If I hadn't met him, I probably would have never had the courage to get this far in my education.

8. I'm actually really bummed that I'm too old to play in college sports. I can't find a positive spin on this one.

Moral of this story, stay in school kids. Seriously. I didn't, and I'm finding the silver lining in it all, but really, just stay in school.

g2g make this blog totally FBO, y'all. TTYL! LOL! OMG!

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

ROAR

If you're going to take the time to read this, stop now, and listen (you don't need to WATCH) this 3 minute youtube video. I'm serious!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e9SeJIgWRPk

As soon as I heard this song I thought "note to self, add this to song rotation for your funeral" (you know you've got one, too). Then, I was reminded. Reminded of being a kid and knowing (or thinking, rather) that I wanted something BIG for my life. I wanted to be a champion!

I wanted to win every spelling bee (I won regional champ in the 4th grade...just saying). I wanted to be picked for the 6th grade basketball team even tho I was in 5th grade. I wanted the boy I'd had a crush on all thru elementary to like me back.  I wanted to be well liked, by everyone, without compromising who I was. I wanted to be the volleyball team captain my senior year. I wanted to be Rosie O'donnell (minus the whole wife thing). I wanted greatness!! I've clearly been quite a narcissist since birth.

Well, guess what? I lost the spelling bee, after returning from regionals, in the very first round. Exceed is a word that taunts me to this day. I didn't get chosen for that basketball team I wanted to be great enough to be on and cried for days (which in reality was probably only an hour tops). That boy never-EVER gave me the time of day (yes, I've facebook stalked him a few times).  I wasn't always liked by everyone - cried again. I wasn't the team captain- also cried again, and I'm obviously no Rosie O - have never officially cried about this.

What happened to that fire? Presumably, life. I realized a few years ago the only person putting out my flames was ME. My anxiety, my trying to please others, my sensitivity, my sharp tongue, and my stubbornness of accepting most things I knew weren't at all what they seemed, or even what I wanted them to be.

My realistic (and mostly still narcissistic) eyes have opened. Guess what they see? That pony tailed, thick banged little girl who was convinced an NBA player was going to see me playing basketball in my front yard, in my Reggie Miller jersey, and change my life. I see that regional spelling bee medal around some other friggin kids neck. I see my under weight, under confident, large footed, flat chested 17 year old self and well, I give her a cheeseburger first, and then tell her to be more thankful for the incredible people who did choose to like her.

As far as being Rosie O, I'm Stephy D with the most handsome, kindest, most supportive, most caring, one in a million husbands that will ever exist. I have THE BEST JOB any aunt could EVER ask for. I've got a mom that works harder than any person I've ever known. A dad with a better tan than any Caucasian dad I've ever seen. A dog that just wants to stare at me all day long, even when I'm sleeping. A memory foam mattress. A family that, regardless of all the quirks and twerks (twerks???), still treats me like the baby I am.  An iphone 5...a porch cat...shall I go on? All of these things alone, especially the mattress, make me champion, and all y'all gonna have to hear me roar.

We were all made to be different kind of champions and we were all made to fight for it. Go get 'em champ. Let them hear you roar!

P.S. - I've checked for spelling errors at least 500 times as not to ruin that whole regional spelling bee champ thing.

Addiction

Addiction (according to Webster): a strong and harmful need to regularly have something (such as a drug) or do something (such as gamble)

Addiction (according to me): the act of making life altering decisions focused solely on oneself with zero regard to how it affects those around the addict, and those around them, just so the addict doesn't have to feel anything.

I think me and Webster are on to something.

We have all known, or met, some kind of addict: drugs, alcohol, food, Breaking Bad, sex, porn, pizza rolls, FaceBook...and so on. We all, however, may not know the pain it causes to the family and friends of said addict. The pain doesn't always show itself in flowing tears, or outward bruising. The pain hides in the hearts of those affected for years, and sometimes lifetimes.

I've often wondered who has it worse? The addict or families and friends of addicts.

The addict on one hand, seems to know what they're doing, and usually can come up with a "good reason" why they're doing it. They do it to themselves. They don't see the pain and lasting effects they cause for others. They don't really have to feel, except in those few moments when they're substance is unavailable. I think, in those moments, they are tortured by their feelings. I would hope they feel shame or guilt, but I don't know. I'd like to think if they did feel those raw feelings, they'd stop. That, in those moments, they'd look at the ones they loved, and realize the mess they've made. But, I'd also like to be lean and tone while munching on candy bars and taking naps all day - every day.

On the other hand you have, what I'll refer to as, the victims. The victims don't know why the addict chooses their vice over the ones they love. The victim feels those fears, pains - those emotions the addict doesn't want to feel, the victim feels them, 24/7. They have nothing to numb their sorrows. They are left confused, broken, and feeling worthless.

They both sound awful. Being under the control of something all day - every day is a haunting thought. Being unable to control someone's actions that negatively affect most aspects of your life - terrifying.

This cycle, when left unbroken, goes on and on throughout entire families and into future generations. All because one person thought only of themselves, and left the victims wondering, "What do I do with all this hurt? Why did they choose addiction over me?"

Have you, yourself, ever wondered what to do with all the hurt? Have you ever felt "not good enough" because addiction was chosen over you? You're not alone, and the good news is you're feeling.

First, know you ARE enough. You ARE worth it. No other person's behavior or choices should dictate the way you look at yourself. Their actions only reflect the way they view themselves. You look at yourself and say - and KNOW - "I am worthy of great things, and (insert name here) behaviors will not have control over me." I firmly believe this stops the cycle, and keeps victims from projecting the trickle down effect of addiction.

Now, what to do with the hurt. I'm actually unsure on this one; but certainly, you shouldn't feel guilty for being hurt. Addicts seem to have a funny way of showing they love people. They may have a hard time showing it, but that doesn't mean they don't love you. Love them back. They need it, but love from a distance. Protect yourself.

Now, guilt. This is a big thing that rares its ugly head for the addict and the victims. The addict should, yes, feel guilty. You, however should ABSOLUTELY not. Their behavior is not your fault, and there is nothing you can do, ultimately, to "fix them". This is, at the core, their problem. It's up to you to know your value, love yourself, and focus on their addiction not becoming your problem. And by problem, I mean - not letting it consume your entire life.

Addiction, as a whole, is sad all the way around. Just remember, you ARE worth it, and they ARE worth loving, even from a distance.