Who I Am (Part 3)

I first began writing/journaling when I was a child–my parents split when I was younger and at the time, I thought it was the end of the world. On Valentine’s Day–ironically enough– my mom came and picked me and my little sister up from school. We started our drive into town, as we went to school about 30 minutes out of town, unaware of what was about to unfold. We arrived at two story building, filled with offices and then made our way up the stairs to a quiet office in the corner–and the wait began. The minutes seemed like hours as we waited to see why my mom had brought us four girls to the office–it was her counselor’s office. He finally emerged–a tall man with charcoal hair that seemed to over take his height as it puffed up to the sky. He then lead us through a hallway and to the left with a sharp right turn into his office–there were huge windows that seemed to take over the whole room.

Once we had all made our way into the room, the counselor began explaining that he and mom had been talking and they had something they needed to share with us–my mom began to try and talk but, her eyes seemed to fill with tears in just seconds. She paused to regain control and the counselor just blurted it out–our parents were getting a divorce. It was our worst fear come to life.

My sister and I knew nothing about divorce at the time but, we did know that it meant our parents wouldn’t be together any more. In all honesty, at the time, we didn’t know that it would actually “fix” our family–many people believe that because you have a divorced family, you come from a “broken family”. But, ours isn’t–seeing how awesome we all turned out, with just my mom raising us, I get scared by what we could have become if my “sperm donor” had been around.


I have to admit that after my parents divorced and seeing my older two sisters divorce, I got the idea that divorce was just something that “happened”. It was a “common” thing. Horribly enough, I had started using it as a defense mechanism against my husband when we had huge fights–if I threaten to do it, he can’t slap me in the face with it. Sadly, I was only jinxing us into it. Thankfully, my mom has helped us both work through it–the last few years have been a nasty struggle on my end, just barely talking myself out of divorce because of our boys–my oldest has come to know him as daddy & he loves him–his “sperm donor” ducked out. As a result, of our boys, I haven’t done it–and I am thankful for that. I do love the guy, just not some of the things he does–but, who doesn’t have that issue? Needless to say, I didn’t know that kids kept parents from not divorcing so much. Especially with my older sister (3 kids) and my older sister (5 step-kids)–it’s nuts! Although, you don’t know the other factors that go into it–it’s crazy how much kids can impact our lives/decisions.

One of the biggest things (for me) is that fact that I’ve worked hard not to let the boys hear us fight–my mom always sent us on walks up to “the cliffs”–exactly what they were. It was a long bobcat trail that went up to some cliffs that went down a good 20 feet, if not more–I think–who knows, I am not very good at guesstimates.

¬†When we moved here, I heard my sister & her friend joking about calling the lawyer or “what are you going to do, divorce me?” but, it was all playful–almost did that with Ryan the other day but, because of what I have done, I know I have to watch ever bringing it up–especially because he is not either of their husband–his sense of humor, everything about him is different & that’s what I love about him. Just hard to love the parts that I am not a huge fan of but, something to start working on.¬†Although I never thought it would have had that much of an impact on me–I have always been so determined that I wanted to be like my mom–I never really paid attention to how little I will put up with and then ending up (almost) sabotaging my marriage because I have no patience for what I feel is “stupidity” but, is simply different than I would like.

Now that we are here though, we have my sister & brother-in-law who have made it through a lot of stuff–against all odds they faced, they made it. After playing Madden with my husband the other night, I know we can do it too–we just need to have more family game nights/days and more date nights.

And the 2nd job begins

BeFunky_JPEG Image (69180).jpgWell, all three of our boys are sound asleep so, it was time to start in on my other job. Editing pictures, trying to figure out finances, responding to a few messages about photo shoots & prices, looking at investing in a new camera, looking into buying a domain for this blog, etc. When you are trying to start a photography business & get it promoted so that you can start bringing in revenue, it’s not as easy at you would think–or at least I thought. But, it’s going to be worth it. I’ve had three people inquire about photo shoots & prices since I’ve started. It’s definitely a stepping stone in the right direction. But, who knew that there were so many choices that had to be made.

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Pictures are edited. Looking at pros & cons of buying a camera instead of just a charger. Praying that I can get some shoots lined up soon. But, even if I don’t, I have a wedding that I get to attend this weekend & two shoots that will be following next week! I can’t wait. They are free shoots but, it’s going to be experience & that’s what counts. Just wish that it would fast forward a bit. But, I wouldn’t be doing the hard work & I would miss out on all the good things that would happen with my kiddos so, this is when I put the good, ol’ phrase into practice & remind myself that, “Patience is a virtue.”

Just going to keep working on photography & blogging & talking it a day at a time & it’ll all work out.

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