My friend Jamie

We had just moved into our house. My five year old daughter wanted to play with the little girl across the street who was about seven. I crossed the road with her, and asked the little girl if she could play with her and another little girl. She said yes and I walked back across the street. I was outside keeping an eye on them, when suddenly my daughter came running across the street crying, and Kellie, the little girl across the street was on her way home screaming. "Oh my gosh, what happened?" I asked my daughter. Between sobs, she said "Kellie said I threw a stone at her, but I didn't mom" Although, she kept denying it, somehow a stone had ended up in Kellie's face. I told my daughter she still had to apologize, even though she kept denying she did it. I walked her to the house across the street. Scared to death, here we are new in the neighborhood, and what a way to meet the neighbors! I knocked on their door, and the dad loomed in the doorway. I let my daughter apologize and then promptly began apologizing on her behalf also. He informed me Kellie's mom had taken her to the hospital. I felt like crawling under a rock. Talk about making a first impression! When I saw the mom return, I walked over to make sure the Kellie was okay and to apologize to the mom. After a few days of turbulence between the girls, they began to play together, but there was not a lot of contact between the parents and myself. Mostly, because I felt so awful about things. I was able to break the ice, and saw that they held no hard feelings for myself or my daughter and a friendship began to form. It began with little things, like me running out of butter and asking Jamie to borrow some. Then she would send Kellie over saying they ran out of toilet paper and I'd send a roll over. She'd return a new roll a day or so later with a thank you note written on it! From exchanging cakes, cookies and chocolate (when we knew we we needed it on "those times of the month") to watching each others daughters, our friendship grew. Jamie has become one of those people that I can trust, talk to, and hopefully she feels the same for me. Our daughters are often times joined at the hips, calling each of us their stepmoms. What a nice feeling, to have a friendship, like I have with Jamie! Thanks Jamiejams-for forgiving my daughter for throwing that stone that first day! LOL

My first blog.

Life is funny. I don't know why I am starting this blog; but I am. We'll see how it goes. If anything, it'll give me some time away from the kids and my mind some escape time. I was a good student, could have went far in life. College bound. Decided I wanted to have kids and get married. That was my goal in life. Needless to say, living happily ever after didn't happen. Ended up divorced. No father in my kids lives. Have never been unemployed, worked every day of my life, but have nothing to show for it. Poor as poor. But, I have 3 great kids. We live a very christian centered life. My needs are met. And isn't that all that matters? I am a good mother, I am a good person. I care about people. I care about life. I love God and am blessed. So, today I begin my blogging. If even just for myself....