Today is considered “TBT” on social media, mainly Facebook. So I posted a picture of my girls “when they were little people”. These two kids had such character and fun! It is amazing how one little thing in life can change over a course of events. These two babies, to me that is, will always be one love in life. I know I did them wrong. I am not upset that I never met their father, just how things went about it. Maybe if I were a bit more mature, etc. However, I would not have those precious pictures of reminders of the fun we used to have, the travels we had, the love we used to share. Oh how time goes on. Remember to cherish every moment you have with your children. Once they get older, boom, it goes quick! They are now 20 & 22! They are no longer “little people”, they are “grown up young ladies”. So hard to believe. It is amazing though how many challenges, trials and tribulations they have gone through with flying colors. It probably didn’t feel like that for them but they came out swinging on top. I can’t imagine what God had in store for them!! To my ‘little people’ who are now ‘growing young ladies’, I am proud of all you have done and will do in our lives. God brought you to me for a reason and I am truly grateful for your lives and love. I love you forever and unconditionally like God does for us. This is for my baby girls!!
I am currently working on my life story, in other words my memoir. It is bringing up so much good and bad memories. But the good ones are going to outlay the bad ones. The bad memories are those I have survived through. With writing this memoir it is reminding me of when I was young and people had those “Helping Hand” signs in their windows. We had that in Ohio, they were there in case you needed to get to safety.
I feel like that saying should go about today. “Helping Hands” can be defined in may areas. Such as homelessness, families in your communities and schools, church groups, shelters, and abused children. God has put this upon my heart to resolve in my life right now. Seeing my memoir get worked on, by me of course, the t-shirts hung in our campus student center with messages of domestic violence and assault against women. Just these ‘little things’ mean an entire world to me.
I encourage you to look up http://www.missingkids.com. That is the website for the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children. I happened to have been on one of their milk cartons at one time in my life. If I knew how to add a picture to this besides up top, I would add this. If it was not for those ‘helping hands’ in my neighborhood and schools I would not be here today. I am truly grateful for that.
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