Life and Times of a Mommy(:

Day Quatre!

Guys!! Has anyone noticed that I’m a day off as far as days? Today is the fifth and we are on truth number four… It confused me! Any one else?! No? ….alrighty then! Moving on…

Day Quatre! (That‘s day four to those who don’t speak french!)

Today’s truth is another rough one. Today’s is something I have to forgive someone for. This is another one that I have to think about. Like I said yesterday, I don’t like to have regrets in life. I don’t like to look back and think, Wow, I wish I could have done that different. And besides aren’t we supposed to forgive everyone that has wronged us? So I guess when it comes to this one, I need to forgive my mom.

We have had a rough relationship through the years. It probably started at 13. I mean, this was the time were rebellion really starts right? Well, it got preeetty crazy. When I told you guys about my house burning down, I told you a little about what happened. My mom cheated on my dad and they got divorced. Well after the move my mom remarried. He was a total jerk face, to put it nicely, so we left and moved to Little Rock. I resented her for moving away form my friends and away from my dad. I also resented her for ripping my family apart. Years have gone by, and our relationship continually got worse. Almost a year ago we stopped talking completely. I asked her to not contact me unless it was an emergency.

About six months later, we had a discussion in mine and my husband’s Sunday school class. Our leader told us that if we randomly thought of someone, just out of a blue, to pray for them. God had put their name on our heart for a reason. So, that’s what I did. I also slowly started trying to fix the relationship between her and I. Recently, we saw each other for the first time in almost two years (because she lived across the country).

So. There’s my truth for the day. Now time to go find something yummy and delicious and sweet!! (: Night guys!!

Finding this picture made me want a cupcake SO bad!!! And I wish my cupcakes could look this good!!!

Finding this picture made me want a cupcake SO bad!!! And I wish my cupcakes could look this good!!!

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Daddy’s Girl

There is a song that came out I don’t even know when by I honestly can’t remember. The name of it is “Daddy’s Girl”. The first time i listened to it was on cassette tape. (Yes those were still around when I was little, I’m not that young. Geez…) The chorus goes “Daddy’s girl, Daddy’s girl./I’m the center/of Daddy’s world.” It goes on but that’s the only part I can remember. I haven’t heard the song in about 8 years, but that song sticks out in my mind because that’s what I am. A Daddy’s girl.


Now, don’t get me wrong, I love my mom. It’s a hard to describe, always changing love. But between my dad and I? The adoration and love never stops. I mean, it did once or twice, but every teenager goes through that stage of hating their parents right?

I was 13 and my parents were divorcing. My dad thought it would be better for me to stay with my mom. Especially since our house had just burned down and he was living in a small apartment in a friend’s barn. I didn’t think it was a great idea. Especially after my mom remarried. I tried everything to get my dad to let me move in with him. Nothing worked. Then we moved to little rock. Three hours away from my friends, my home town, my daddy. He didn’t stop it. Que resentment, hurt, and abandonment.

I finally convince my dad to let me come home after missing a semester of school. I was grounded pretty much my entire junior year of high school. Then senior year I was pregnant. Then came the time for me to move out. It was like moving three hours away all over again. I hardly saw my dad, we fought almost non stop, and eventually we stopped talking. Recently, my step mom told me that my dad had still been there for me. Waiting for me to come to my sense, all the while making sure me and my little boy had a place to live.

Not me and my daddy. The only picture I have of us is my junior prom picture...

Not me and my daddy. The only picture I have of us is my junior prom picture…

Through everything, all the stupid stuff I did do, the fits I throw threw, my daddy and I are still best friends. He is the person I call if my car does something funny (he’s a mechanic), I accomplish something no matter how big or small, or I just have a random question (which happens a lot). Even when we do fight and he “stops talking to me”, he calls everyday to check on my boys and my husband, but I’m sure its just to hear my voice and know I’m okay. I’m 21 years old, a wife, and a mommy. But I’m still, and will always be, a Daddy’s Girl. And I wouldn’t have it any other way!


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