A Cup of Tea With Me

I Am- From Owl Haven

I heard about this writing prompt over at Moms of Grace and I could not pass it up. Thanks for sharing, Jennifer.

I am the baby born in dusty ol’ Artesia, NM to Harrell and Fern Wilson, on my Grandpa’s birthday. My dad worked in the oil field and was not home a whole lot. My mom was a stay at home mom, who kept a beautiful home and was a wonderful cook. I was the third child. I have an older sister (Valorie) and older brother (Winky). There were just 3 children. I am sure my mom and dad would say that was plenty.

When I was born we lived in a rent house. It was a great house, from what I was told, but it was sold and we had to move, when I was 3 months old. From there we moved to the same property as Grandpa. We had a trailer house by about 100 yards from his house. When Grandma passed away, we moved our trailer to her property to take care of it. I think I was 3 then. A year or so later we moved the the trailer to my dad’s yard (where he kept all his oil field equipment) and we lived out there for a couple of years. Then we bought the house on Missouri. What a great house that was. I lived there from the time I was 5 until I was 17, my Sr. year in high school. I have many great memories in that house.

Grandpa was my mom’s dad, and I had Granny, who was my dad’s mom. I called her Granny when I was young, but when I reflect on my time with her, now I call her Grandma. Grandpa was always Grandpa or granddaddy. I loved both of my grandparents. My dad’s dad died when my dad was 17 (I believe I have that right), and Grandma never remarried. My mom’s mom died when my mom was 12. My mom basically became a mom at that age and helped to raise my aunt’s, who were all younger than my mom. My Aunt Kathy was still a toddler at the time, and looks up to my mom as a mother, instead of a sister. Grandpa remarried, but that is mostly unpleasant memories, so we will not go into all that.

I am the child who played with Barbie’s with my sister and made mud pies that Grandma ate and rode Grandpa’s mules. Who loved my parents and my mule named Bonita and dogs. We always had a ton dogs. Butch was a border collie/australian shepard mix, who was born 3 months after me. Although he was technically Valorie’s dog, I loved him very much because we “grew up” together. Butch was a great friend and took good care of us kids. He was awesome. We raised poodles when I was a kid and yorkies when I was a teen. I could go on for hours about my dog’s when I was growing up, so I will stop there.

Who stored “crystals” in my treasure box. Out at my dad’s yard, there were huge gypsum rocks and the small pieces that broke off of them were all sparkly. I love collecting them. There were other crystals there, called “Pecos Diamonds” but I do not know the real name of them. I loved picking them up and saving them. There was also Iron Pyrite or “Fool’s Gold”. I kept that too. LOL!

Who dreamed of being a vet and never thought she would end up living in Texas of all places.

I am the teenager who had lots of friends and drove a convertible 1967 Volkswagen Bug. Who wore all the designer jeans, leg warmers, you name any embarrassing ’80’s fashion and I wore it and LOVED it (Remember parachute pants? - any one that knew me back then is laughing right now.) and loved boys. I was so boy crazy back then. And hated school work. Bleh. (I wish I had paid more attention to school than to boys.)

Who fit 21 people in my bug and then drove down main street.

Who dreamed of being a model. I even went to modeling school. And knew she would end up living in New York City, working for the Ford Modeling Agency with a penthouse on 5th Avenue. (Thank You, God, that dreams do not always come true)

I am the woman who had her first child out of wedlock. It made me wake up and smell the coffee. I was not headed down the right path with my life.

Who loves God (it took me a LONG time to get here, but thank You, Jesus) and my family (my beloved husband, my boys, my sister and my niece, my brother, his wife and their kids, my mom and my dad) and Moms of Grace, Faith Filled Wives, My Journey, Blog Mommas, Moms Making a Difference (the communities at the sites that are not mine, and the ministry I share at my sites).

I am the mother who loves my boys, my husband, and sharing with other moms. And goes crazy if I have to watch my kids get hurt, rush them to the ER, and nurse them from their injuries. With both boys being skaters this happens more than I would like, but then, no mom likes to see her kids get hurt.

Whose moments of perfect bliss come when we all see eye to eye, and sit down, eat a good dinner and watch a good movie, as a family, the four of us.

I am the stay at home mom (currently) who loves the computer way to much (blogging, message boards, playing with html and graphics). Who avoids conflict and who tries to make every one happy.

I am the woman who tries to be cheery all the time and often over extends herself and does not share her real feelings often. I am the person who wants to be the perfect wife and mother and then tries to hard and ends up failing miserably because “I” tried and did not give it all to God. I am the woman who still loves looking good and wearing nice clothes, but never does so, because it takes too much effort, time or money spent on me.

Who still longs to learn more about the Bible. I would love to learn Hebrew and Greek.

I am the person who dreams of being a great wife and mother, and sharing my love of God with the world. Who is grateful for salvation, family, love, and the internet, so that we can share things like this. Who hopes to one day have the house that I have always dreamed of. The one with plenty of room for the boys to have a music room and plenty of room to skate outside, for my hubby to have his own workshop, and for me to have my own study full of books and a computer to blog from. Who also dreams of her entire family living close together again. I miss having my parents close. My mom is one of my best friends.