What should I sayI have not post in awhile....I really can't tell you why honestly. I have been dealing with a friend who is preparing for her death. You see my friend Angel is in the last final stages of her disease. Our paths crossed during church. I always wondered why people whispered and hissed when she passed by. I noticed how beautiful she was but for reason she just could see it. I remembering asking her why she dressed like a frumpy old grandmother. I remember her smile and then her tears. She cried because I have been the only female close to her age that come up and talked to her like a normal human being. I looked at her and asked her why would she say that. Then she told me that she was HIV+. I looked at her and still repeated what I asked her about her clothes. I guess I am amazed her. She was speechless. I told her that my grandmother told me that. I told her that it still did not excuse her from this fashion fuax par. She laughed and then I told her that I have something that will give a new outlook on life. The only way I was going to give her this boost was if she agreed to spend a day with me. She did and then I showed her what she looked like. I told her that she was too beautiful to look like something throwed away. After three weeks of us spending time together, she asked me to help her plan her funeral and I accepted her proposal.
Now let's fast forward, time is winding down and she asked to write a poem for her and she would like to hear it before her final curtain call. I have writer's block and I have crying alot more because I am going to miss her so much. Her children. her family. all count on me to deliver words that right now has seemed to exscape me. Maybe I am thinking about it to hard.....or I be could stressing out. Either way I think it is time to go meditate with my daddy he always guides my hand when I write.
One Love
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 | Post by blue-eyed girl at 8:13 AM on 05/4/08
I think the words will flow from your heart for her. Trust the Lord to bring the words of comfort...We just had a sermon on this very subject. what kind of legacy would we want to leave behind..Ask her all about her life and the things she has done and th |
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World History According to 4 year oldsMy eldest daughter was 4 years old, on this hot Texas day. She and I were standing in line at a family reunion to receive a plate. A relative asked my baby if she wanted some dirty rice. My baby scrunched her face from frowning then she said “Dirty Rice!!! No, thank you. I would like clean pleeeeeeeeeeeeease.” My relative was bent over from laughing so hard. My baby really thought that Dirty Rice was actually dirty. Dirty Rice is made of white rice, ground beef, bell pepper, with an array of spices. We get to the table and I try to explain to her what the dish is made of but she is not interested in hearing about the dish ingredients. Her explanation, “Mama all I know is I get clean things not dirty.” I could not argue with that but I did laugh.
On this beautiful summer day, My cousin and I decided to allow our children to play in the kiddie pool. My oldest was 5 and my middle daughter was 4 at this time. My cousin’s son was 13 mths old. The kids were in this huge pool having the time of their life splashing and laughing under the big Oak tree. Middle daughter comes running with great urgency and screaming at the top of her lungs,” Mama, Mama, please come quick! Bear is hurt!” We run over to the pool franticly and confuse because neither of us heard him scream. Middle girl who is 4 mind you standing there pointing at Bear who is naked as the day he was born splashing without a care in the world. “Mommie, look Bear is broken.” My cousin and I had to muster up strong will power to keep from laughing. My cousin picked up Bear and went in search of his swimming trunks. I tried my best to explain to her the difference between her and Bear. Her little 4 year old mind would not hear of it. She looked at me and said, “If Tiny still loves Bear even though Bear is broken. Then who are we judge?” There was nothing to really say to that.
My youngest had just turned 4 and the whole family had got together for the occasion. While everyone was eating dessert turned to me and said, “Mama, I think is time for me to tell you about the birds and the bees.” I almost choked on my float. I encouraged her to tell me what she knew for 2 reasons
1. I was curious to know exactly what she knew about the subject.
2. I found the mind of 4 year olds fascinating.
“OK, now Mama, listen real good.” I nodded my head to acknowledge that I was indeed listening. “Now when is it time for you and daddy to have a baby. You have to close your door and fill out forms in your room on what kind of baby you want.” I asked her where to we take the forms to and who receives the order. She says, “Mama, let me finish please. You call God on the phone….’duh. I thought you knew.” By this time, everyone at the table is doing their best to keep from laughing. She continues,” Then the woman blows up and goes to the bathroom a lot because she has to be clean before the baby comes. After the woman is all clean out. The mama and the daddy go to a special place and here I is, mama……..Here I is. Your baby!” Smiling like she took a trip to the candy store. She turns to me and asked, “Mama, do you understand now about the birds and the bees?” All I could do was nod ….there was not a dry eye at the table and laughter could no longer be controlled.
The mind of a 4 your old is so amazing…LoL!!!!!
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| Post by blue-eyed girl at 4:26 PM on 04/30/08
How sweet...Outta the mouths of Babe's.... |
 | Post by gidget at 10:37 PM on 04/28/08
Kids say the darnest things. I bet you have too really be careful what you say around this 4 year old. I enjoyed the story. Thanks for sharing it with us |
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