This is where I am supposed to tell you about myself, giving you a glimpse into my personal life and the things that brought me to this place. However, I am going back and forth with that little voice in my head that says, “Be polite, and keep it short and sweet.” Then the other voice (hopefully I am not the only person who argues inside their head) says, “Be honest, tell them some history, give them a real perspective of who you are.” So I have decided to satisfy both sides by giving some history and attempting to keep it to the point.
My husband Ricky and I have been married 30 years and we are closer now than the day we married. He is my rock, my stability when things get shaky, my friend, and the love of my life. The Lord blessed us with five beautiful daughters, two wonderful son-in-laws, three granddaughters, one grandson, and another grandson on the way. This is a not so glamorous photo of the crowd on Thanksgiving 2015 at the brother-in-law’s house.
My childhood was less than ideal with parents who were a product of the sixties, live free, go your own way, and use drugs to make it interesting. My mom tried her best as she struggled with emotional illness and self medication, but she did teach my sister who is eight years younger and me some very valuable life lessons in her backward way. My sister and I reflect on the expanse of wisdom she gave us that we didn’t appreciate until later in life. I left home at 16, graduated from high school at 17 then began working. My goal was to have a career, a home, a car, and food on the table every night (with electricity). My focus was solely on “stuff,” the things I didn’t have growing up, and oh how life changes along the way. The Lord brought Ricky into my life and he wanted a family, I didn’t want kids. After a lot of persuading I agreed to have one child and that one child changed everything. She nearly killed me upon her arrival (and I mean that literally, it is another story) but in a few short months I said I wanted another baby.
The Lord was working on me and I wasn’t even aware of it, but a few years later (and two more daughters) I became a child of the King at 29. He changed my focus from “things” to “people” and I am forever grateful that He didn’t give up on me. He protected me through breast cancer in 2009 and all that came with it. That year was one of the hardest, sweetest, most magnificent times in my life. My family and the Lord came closer to my heart than ever before. The Lord walked me through a fire and I was not burned I didn’t even smell of smoke. He is an awesome God!
Also, as the Lord changed my heart my family’s homeschool journey began when in second grade one of our girls was diagnosed with a learning disability. At that time the Lord impressed upon us to homeschool our children and we are still schooling 18 years later…whew! I have loved being with my girls and I have learned more than I care to admit, it has been a joy. Soon it will be ending when our youngest who is 15 will be dual enrolling at our local college in the fall of 2016. She will be a junior in high school and will begin earning her college credits for free! I am a little sad about that phase of our life ending, but I think that is where this blog begins. All 28 years of raising five girls, teaching them, and training them has been like a river that flows into another where experiences are to be shared from one generation to the other in hopes that it will encourage, strengthen, and guide them.
Oh, I almost forgot, the 911MOM came about when my older girls became wives and mothers and they jokingly said, “If you have a problem just pick up the phone and dial 911MOM she can help.” Now any time they want or need something its 911MOM. My prayer is that I can in some small way provide encouragement, support, guidance, and friendship in this journey we call life. And remember if you have a problem don’t be afraid to contact 911MOM, I will be here to help.