No will ever treat my children the way I do. No one will give them the positive push and
outlook in life. No one will wake up in
the middle of the night to massage their legs from growing pains. No one will soothe croup cough by turning on
a hot shower and sit with them in their arms for an hour. No one will take them to their weekly doctor
appointments. No one will hold them
tight and tell them that they will love them forever. No one will read them bedtime stories or at random moments do a craft. No one will
jump on the bed with them and start doing flips. No one will play hide and seek and chase them
all over the house. No one will play
video games. No one will provide the
necessities that I want for them. No one
will treat them equally. No one will ever say our favorite lines that we say to one another. NO ONE WILL
EVER SHARE THE BOND AND THE LOVE THAT I HAVE FOR THEM. Unfortunately, it isn’t something that I
should be thinking about, but it encounters my mind a few times a year. Reality hits more after watching a movie like
Life as We Know it. I make myself paranoid. I just want the best for my boys!!
Saturday, February 22, 2014
My Greatest Fear…
My heart collapse of the contemplation that my husband and I will not be around to watch our children grow. In reality, I don’t have a big family and it kills me to know they wouldn't have much. Every thought process in my mind presents
anxiety. I want them to be provided with
everything I wasn’t able to have or accomplish.
Labels:
Children,
Fear,
Isaiah,
Josiah,
Life as we know it
Monday, February 17, 2014
Giving is Receiving!
I believe that if you want to see a change in this world,
then it has to start with YOU! I
remember the first time I ever was involved in community service; it was at a
recreation center. I recall entering
this red brick covered building, but all I can hear was shouting when I walked
through the double doors. As I
proceeded, there was a massive amount of small children running around in the
gym. They were screaming at the top of
their lungs of excitement. “What am I
doing here?” I thought to myself. I was
fifteen years old and being with children wasn’t an excitement to me.
As a group, we started arranging games for the children to
play. The children were separated into
different sections of the gym. I was
standing on the outside of one the two lines that were made for the activity
and I felt this gentle small soft touch on the palm of my hand. When I looked over, it was a little girl with
red shorts and white sleeveless top with these cute little roses on them. She just blankly stared at me as she reached
for my hand. So, I held her hand anyway
and escorted her back to the line. As
time passed, new games were played and children rotated to a different
activity. Throughout the day, I started
to have a trail of little girls following me everywhere in the gym. Why? I
had no clue. All they wanted to do was
to stay attached to my hip. I resulted
in just playing little games with them in a little circle, my circle continued
to grow. As our instructors announced it
was time to depart, the children hugged me so tight that I literally dropped
to the brown laminate floor. At that
moment, I felt this weird feeling in my heart.
It was a beautiful. It took quite
some time to get the girls off of me with help from the instructors. As I walked away, tears shed from some of the
girls. Suddenly, I didn’t want to leave.
As we were escorted back into the yellow bus, my instructor
asked me, “Jessica, How do you feel after this experience?” “Great!” I
shouted. I was actually speechless, but
yelled something out, out of respect. In
reality, it made me realize that these children enjoyed my company. They loved to have someone to play around
with him or her for so long. They longed
for LOVE! It was that moment when I
realized giving was one of the best feelings I ever had in my life! So, I persevered through adulthood to fit community
service/volunteering in my hectic schedule to help people who have that void in
their life. It is the best memory they
will ever have. In return, I don’t want
anything, but just to see the smiles on their faces!
Labels:
Community Service,
Giving,
Receiving,
Volunteer,
Volunteering
Thursday, February 13, 2014
Grudges aren't worth it!
It troubles me when I hear people telling me that they
aren’t talking to someone really close to them for the smallest or dumbest
reason. Is it that serious? So, if your loved one died right now, would
you regret not having a relationship with them?
Would you regret that you didn’t have the chance to say, “I’m sorry”? How about chances to hold them one last time
and tell them you love them?
Honestly, I can say that I don’t make any first intention to
stop talking to anyone. I believe in
forgiveness and keeping your distance. I
don’t think someone can be completely happy if they are holding a grudge. People who hold grudges feel like they are
owed something. Just let go! Simplify your life or you will just be bitter
and miserable! Trust me, the grudge
holding puts negative energy in your life.
My First Post/Blog!!
Yay!!! My first
official blog!!
I actually began this site back in 2011, but never really
used it. I had written a short March of Dimes story and utilized the page for fundraising. Anyway, this is something new I have always
wanted to accomplish, but never took the plunge until this very moment. I enjoy writing, I am nowhere near a great
writer, but would love to share anything with you. I am huge on crafts, so maybe I will put up
tutorials. I also have a business craft
page that I started a few months ago on Facebook called JayKre8. I love love love movies, so maybe I will do
some reviews. In reality, I have a passion
for everything, from technology, music, to playing sports and adventure. My one thing I value to have in my life the
most is Positivity. Tomorrow isn’t
promised, so Live for today!!
I welcome any discussion topics… Feel free to leave posts,
messages, and share my pages. The only
thing I will not accept is negativity.
Thank you for being apart of my blog!
Labels:
Isaiah Toledo,
March for Babies,
March of Dimes,
Miracle
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