First Day of School

Even though school started 6 weeks ago for us, I still wanted to share about it.

We are all excited about school starting, but I think I was more anxious.  I could not sleep.  I was so worried that Mia would have a bad experience again this year.

Rewind back to last year, First day of school, we were all excited.  Mia was starting Kindergarten, Zoe in 5th and Erika starting High School!  Boy, what a gap in ages, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.  So, I walk Mia into her classroom, just like all of the other parents.  When it’s time for the parents to leave, I walk to the door but Mia is holding onto me.  I told her that I had to go.  It’s time for learning with the other students.  She immediately starts bawling.  She grabs my waist, I pull her off, she grabs my leg and says, “Mommy, don’t leave me.”  I don’t know what to do, so I decided to stay for a little bit until she calms down.  Every time I walk to the door, she gets up and follows me and starts crying again.   I finally make my way out the door and there she is on the other side trying to pry it open.  I am holding it on the other side and the teacher finally convinces Mia to sit down and join the class.  As I walk to the car, I am now crying. This went on for several weeks.  I couldn’t stand it anymore.  Boy, if that wasn’t the hardest thing I have ever done in my life.  I didn’t expect her to act like that. The older two never had a problem, but they also went to daycare.  Mia stayed home with me, she was my little sidekick and we did everything together.

Day two of school, Mia is not eating lunch, she is crying, “I want my mommy.”  I end up having to eat lunch with her everyday.  The other kids were now getting upset that their mommy is not around, and why aren’t they having lunch together.  This also went on for several weeks.

Fast forward to the middle of the year, Mia is not crying anymore, and I am not going to lunch with her anymore.  Now, she is now having bellyaches.  I was getting seriously worried, she would go to the office and they would call me almost everyday to come and get her.  She ended up being severely constipated.  It was so bad that she would sometimes run a fever and be hunched over in pain, looking greenish-yellow.   At this point, I was seriously considering home-schooling for the rest of the year.  Her teacher, who happens to be a friend of mine, thought it was because Mia didn’t like her.  But it was just that she missed me so much, it was affecting her stomach.

Finally!  It was the end of the school year, we had survived!  It felt like torture sometimes, I felt like my heart was being ripped to pieces, but we made it!  WHEW!!

Summer was great, not a bellyache all summer….fast forward….

First day of school again.  I wake everyone up, in Zombie mode, from not sleeping all night, worrying that she is going to cry again and grab my leg.  I prepared myself for the worst, but kept and optimistic mindset.   The bell rings and I give her a kiss and a hug as we wait for the teacher to come out and greet us.  I am now starting to get nervous as the time comes to say good-bye.  The teacher takes roll at the door and explains what the kids will be doing that morning.  The moment has finally come, the teacher tells the kids to say good-bye to their parents.  We all wave and blow kisses.  As I stand there thinking, wow, my baby is growing up so fast.  It’s time, she walks into the classroom, turns around and waves one more time.  She is smiling!  Not a single tear this year.  I am so proud of my baby girl!

Of course, I turn around, and cry happy tears all the way to my car.

Happy as can be

Saving Angel

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For the past two days, a bird was sitting on my fence out in my backyard. I thought it was strange that a bird was out on the fence after dark and was wondering why she was sitting there, looking at me, like she had a message to give. I opened the screen door and walked outside towards her, as I got closer, she flew down to the other side of the fence, but did not fly away. I turned around and came back into the house and closed the screen door again. I went back to what I was doing and again, she was sitting on the fence, peeping away, hopping along the fence, back and forth as if she was anxious about something. I thought, there is something going on for the bird to sit there in the dark. But it did not connect, yet.

The night went on, strangely, I had a dream about helping a little boy, who was trying to get into a tree, once I helped him up, the boys’ grandmother came over and thanked me. Then I woke up. I came downstairs in the morning, again, sitting there on the fence, was the same bird. She would go over to the tree, then to the fence, then back to the tree. I decided to take a picture of her since she was sitting there on a branch and was not leaving. She was beautiful and I could almost see the concern in her eyes. She got louder as I got closer to her but still did not move. All I could think is there is something she is trying to tell me but I didn’t know what! I was taking pictures of random plants and then I saw the bird look over at the tree. Then it dawned on me, I wonder if she’s missing a baby or something. As I looked over at the tree, with my camera lens, I scoped out the area and there he was, on the ground! A little baby bird had fallen out of his nest. I snapped a quick picture, put my camera down and ran over to the tree.

As I was running over, my big St. Bernard, Lady followed me. She spotted the bird too! I freaked out as she snatched up the little baby bird in her mouth and ran off!! I yelled, “Lady, drop it now”! Thankfully, she listened to me and did just that! I was so worried for the furry little guy, he must of thought , that was it! Good-bye cruel world! I scooped up the baby bird and gently rubbed his head with my thumb. He was still alive! I was so grateful to see him breathing, then he opened his little mouth as if to say, I’m hungry, please feed me. I called to my daughters to come and help out. They immediately came to the rescue.

We got a stool and tried to figure out where the nest was. After about 10 minutes, we finally saw it. It was hidden really well, right in the middle of the peach tree. After squeezing my body into the tree, that has the strongest little branches I have ever climbed, I was able to see the opening of the nest. I asked my daughter to hand me the baby bird. I gently placed the little guy back into the nest after feeling to make sure I didn’t place it on top of another bird. I then managed to climb up higher into the tree and saw that the little bird had a sibling. It looked at me, opened its mouth wide as to say, I’m hungry again, then realized I was not his momma and ducked his head tightly into the nest.

I jumped down, out of the tree, wiped off the dust and took a deep breath. I felt relieved that the bird was okay and seemed like it would survive now that mom and dad know he is nestled safely back home. After about ten minutes, my daughter said, “Mom, the bird is still sitting on the fence, looking in the house, I think she wants to thank you.” I stepped outside, looked at the bird and said, “You’re welcome!” Then she flew back up into the nest and had a conversation with her mate.

I hope the baby bird survives this ordeal that must have been terrifying. I believe my dream signified the boy as the bird and the grandmother as the mother bird. Good deed for today…Done!

Oh, we decided to name him Angel, because he had angelic feathers coming out of his little head.

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Jimi Hendrix, Guitar God

Jimi Hendrix, Guitar God.

In lieu of something different

I have decided to take a different angle at blogging and one of my many interests is Rock and Roll music. Therefore, I have decided to blog about my rock-n-roll experiences, past, present and future. I hope you all will take a look now and then and I will still be posting on this blog as well.

Thank you for your visits to my page and likes. Enjoy…something different, The Jukebox Girl…

Rock-n-Roll, the beginning.

Giving life a second chance.

Today while watching my daughter at the pool, she spotted a bee. Immediatly, she started freaking out, asking me to get the bee out. I found a leaf and pulled the little guy to safety. He was disoriented for a bit but then started to walk around after feeling the suns warmth.

After about 2 minutes, still not being able to fly, he started walking toward me. I looked down at him and saw him drying his body and wings off with his tiny legs and tongue. It was quite an amazing sight. I, being the photo nut that I am, started taking pictures. I then noticed he was watching me take his picture and it looked as if he was bowing to say thank you.

I walked away to take pictures of others things for about 15 minutes, when I came back to my seat, I saw the bee sitting by my shoes. He then wwalked away and tried to fly, he did a flip and fell to the ground. He walked awway a little farther…flipped his wings a bit and then tried again. This time, he flew straight up, then back and forth, like a flying saucer would and took off! That made me feel really good.

I gave this little life a second chance.

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I knew you were going to say that!

Lately, I have had telekinetic experiences with my kids and other people. I think something and my kids will say what I thought, or I think of someone and they appear somehow in my life. It seems to be getting stronger lately. How cool is this?

Does this ever happen to you?

Love my girls…

My girls are my life. I could not imagine life without them. It’s not easy being a mother of two teenagers and a 7 year old. Add the dogs and the cats and man-o-man this is a house- full!

Trying to juggle work and home life can be difficult and tiresome, especially with after-school activities and competitions, etc. I find it difficult to have time for myself lately. I sometimes wonder if I did the right thing by going back to work, even though it is only part time. I still feel overwhelmed at times. So, I am using photography as an outlet, a great outlet, I might add. It takes me into a zone that no other thing can do. I am at peace.

Now, If I could just get my kids to clean up after themselves more often without getting on their case, that would be great! Still, life is great and I could not ask for a better family. Some might say I am lucky, but I think, there was little luck involved and more like, lots of love.

Being bullied hurts, but Life goes on…

A little girl came home crying one day. Her mom asked her what’s wrong? She replied, “I don’t have any friends.” Her mom told her that is nonsense, she is always playing with her “friends” outside. The little girl said, I go outside, but no one plays with me, only one girl….her name is Hope. At school, no one plays with me, they make fun of me and call me names. They say I’m ugly, I’m a dog. I should go kill myself because no one but my mom will ever love me. The little girl went on with her life. The struggles with friendship continued… She met a friend when she was 10, they danced to Solid Gold and the Music Box Dancer together. One true friend. Then she moved away…again.

The struggles continued as she got older, kids putting notes in her desk, telling her don’t touch anything she’s so ugly it might rot. Her self-esteem was broken, she was sad and hurt. She was tired of being bullied, she always tried to do her best in school. Then, she moved again. Now, in high school, life was harder. She ran away from home, dabbled in drugs and turned to the streets, which seemed to be her only friend. Then she met another girl who was being bullied by a bunch of girls in 10th grade. She stood up for her because she knows how it feels. They became best of friends, but that too was cut short. Her friend moved away. She was lost again. Dropped out of school and met a boy.

This boy was nice at first, then started to abuse her, she thought it was normal since she watched it growing up. It was hard for her to cope. She had several jobs, tried any career or job she could to see where she fit in. The boyfriend became more threatening and abusive and she could no longer take the pain. She decided to end her life. No more pain, no more suffering, they were right. She was better off dead. She was rushed into the E.R. to get her stomach pumped, she was scared but knew it was the end, dying is easy. Living is the hard part. Or so she thought. Once released from the hospital, she changed, something inside her grew stronger. She felt alive, renewed, almost reborn. She then knew what she had to do. Her only chance was to leave, make a break for a new path in life. She ran or her life. She hid, as he chased her down the street, but she found her break. The bus came and took her away forever. Life as she knew it would change.

After the ordeal, she fell into the hands of some loving people, they did not judge her, only cared for her and helped her. She moved away, again. She found her calling, got two jobs, struggled to pay bills but was happy, on her own. This girl had no friends, but was determined to make new ones, not living in the past anymore, only looking to the future. After many trials and tribulations, she succeeded, she grew up, found her soul mate and has a wonderful family. She did not know that love was all around her the whole time due to the evil that blinded her.

Life is not always a bed of roses, although we would all like it to be. You need to be pricked by thorns in order to know what living means. She does not always understand the actions of people and tries not to let the bad get the worst of her. Living in a positive state of mind, letting the love, kindness and happiness flow.

She now has many, loving, kind and caring friends. Some are far and some are near, but all of them are close in her heart.

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