I meet five women on Mondays for coffee and chatting about the love of writing. And it's one loving circle of encouragement. I think perhaps I'm to write a story. About Son #2. It's real. And raw. You may not think so highly of me but I'm okay with that. The Beginning:
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I hated caller ID. I learned to pray “…help me, Lord” before I even looked at who was calling. It was such a relief when it wasn’t from the school district. I have my son’s permission to tell our story.
No one knew the anger that bubbled inside of me. No one knew how it only erupted when my sons pushed my buttons. The 6 pm glass of wine was much too appealing. Burying myself under the covers sounded heavenly. Running away from parenting was a consideration. And afterward I’d closet myself far from the family in tears, begging God for forgiveness, mercy, and help!
Where to begin? How about when he was in daycare? As young as three years old, our son was an angry soul. I recall once driving down the street, glancing over at my little cherub and the vitriol out of his mouth shocked me so I had to stop the car.
In pre-K, the teacher called me to a corner and with a very solemn face proceeded to prophesy over his future. “He’s not ready for kindergarten. I’d hold him back if I were you. Are you having problems at home? Is there a lot of anger in your house? Something is just not right with your son…”
And so the story begins. I didn’t pay heed to that teacher and placed him in first grade. I simply could not deal with him more than I had to. I was one of those parents who hoped another’s influence would change him.
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13 comments:
I will be reading...your honesty is refreshing!
Once again your writing blows me away. However, it is your loving soul and joyful heart that always amazes me. Someone lesser would hate the world...you embrace it and look for all the goodness. Those that do not know you and read this will be astonished at your strength. It comes from within and from a God that is all loving. He walks beside you and you welcome His company. I know this story and I know that even the bad times did not lessen your faith. I think telling this story will be good for both the reader and the writer.
I love you dear friend. xoxo
Yes...You DO need to write a book...I will be reading this for sure
You are an amazing woman Vava!! xoxo
Is this chapter 1? It's an awesome start! It's not the book I thought you were going to write, but it might be very cathartic for you. Who says you only have ONE book in you anyway?
I'm sitting on the edge of my seat. Seriously..keep going!! You are an amazing woman, mother, wife, friend. I"m so glad I know you. I may be coming to you for some advice soon. :) xoxo
I'm sure you are meant to share your story. You have such a tremendous faith and a writing talent I admire. I will look forward to the unfolding story. ♥
ready. for. more.
{reed, bless you for giving your sweet mama permission to tell this story. this reader is without judgement, just love & understanding.} ♥
Your words are amazing, and your story is so, so very important tell.
....and so it begins.
Thank you, Virginia and Reed.....You never know whom you will touch with these words.
I'm on the edge of my seat waiting for more! Keep it coming...You are a wonderful writer. Thank you to Reed for allowing you to share his story with us. oxxoxo Gretchen
Yes. You seriously need to write a book. Your words are so powerful, wisdom so deep and story so inspiring that it needs to be told - for so many reasons. I will be reading, dear friend.... xoxo
Oh please continue, and not in installments! I have a beautiful and smart but oh-so-very-tough 6-year old daughter and I know reading this will help me to feel a little less alone on those really hard days!
I LOVE that you are sharing your story Virginia! So many people will be encouraged and inspired because of your transparency!
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