(entering in humbly to live the rest of the year abundantly- P.TANDAL)
Juuuuuuuuuuust GREAT! So ending the year 2018 was awesome. Throughout the entire year the kids maintained great health with little to no sicknesses. UNTIL… the very last week of December it started 1 with a fever and then it just trickled to the very last one (minus my newborn THANK GOD). It was like a 24hr fever bug hit the household. Being a mommy of 8 I don’t have time for sicknesses to last more then 3 days. This might sound harsh but don’t judge me until you hear the entire story.
SO. Once I learn that a child of mine is sick I start asking questions.
– where does it hurt?
– Head or Stomach?
– do you feel like throwing up?
– are you cold or hot?
Can you imagine feeling sick and then someone drilling you and asking you questions after questions. And then when I find whats going on I start to find the remedy for the illness. Basically Dr.Mommy on steroids. A Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde kind of crazy. Then as I start the process of what they need to take, how often, water, vitamins, spit it out, cover it up, stay away from your sister, COVER YOUR MOUTH!, wash your hands, take a nap, no you can’t play…. the list goes on.
It might seem extreme to you but this is what I must do in order to not have them sick for days into weeks. I TELL YOU WHAT THO! The next day or the day after their playing and running around.
Now into the New Year feeling like it’s going to be different and fantastic and just down right SPECTACULAR. On the 6th of January my sister and I got T-boned by a young driver that just got off of work. It was our time out. Our time to reflect on our day. Have a favorite drink. See how each others day went. Yet we left that night shook, in pain, cold, shivering and a totaled car.
I thank God so much that we left without broken bones or a bloody head that was bashed into the window. We left grateful. Although I…
I left as tho my soul had been damaged more then my body. My spirit felt broken and hurt by what just happened. You see I got through 2015-2016 fighting stage 4 cancer. 2016-2017 Finding a house, moving our big ‘ohana, buying 2 exotic bullies, then bought another all within a years time. Can you believe — 2017 also brought a new baby of which I didn’t know was going to happen being that my whole cancer treatment was so aggressive. So, New Year New Sept. Baby? ( I don’t think that’s how it goes)
2018 brought an amazing first year of being officially a licensed business (Make Mahalo) at the Puyallup Farmer’s Market — A 1 year old baby luau along with a surprise “YOUR PREGNANT”…yes, again…pregnant with a baby girl (my 7th is a baby boy) totaling 8 children all together. YES 8!
Isn’t that too much? No. I don’t think so. Can it be overwhelming? Yes. Totally. Life alone can be too much or overwhelming. So, my optimistic side of course felt (still feel) like 2019 was, is just going to be amazing crazy, SPECTACULAR! Also, I sent out the word that i’m starting back at Zumba, with my first class on January 8th (the accident happened on the 6th)
…SO… to be in an accident… kind of blew me away and perhaps broke that rainbow unicorn kind of joy optimism I always have. Yet still, when my AuntyMom came with my mom to come and pick my sister and I up at the accident, she asked how I was doing.
My first reaction, my first response was not what a normal person would say. “I’ve gone through worse Aunty, you know”. Yet I think I was in denial of my true feelings of wanting to say F-‘IN FREAK YOU FREAKIN FREAK! (wow nelly, calm down Patience LOL) Who was I talking to? Guarantee you not to God. I know my place with ke Akua (God) and I will not test him in anyway. (He’s the only consistent one in my life).
(i like to do a lot of these ( ) things don’t I lol)
All this to say New Year New Freakin Fail… FAILS… but somehow, me being me, i’m coming through it with a SPECTACULAR insight that I can only feel
LOVED – I have all my ‘ohana around to support me
BLESSED – because through stage 4 cancer, 2 babies afterward and a car accident, I am ALIVE! LIVING! IN LOVE! AND thanking my angel for taking the brunt of the wreck because the guy literally could’ve killed me. (writing this part is making me tear right now. I’M ALIVE! MY GOD I’M ALIVE!)
GRATEFUL – that we (my sister and I) were referred (by VernitaPortor.wordpress.com) to a great chiropractor who also sent me to massage therapy. (R.I.P. to a very great car that took Ho’omālamalama.com and I to many a great places.)
SO! To the bad juju juices that someone, something is sending out. Lookout, be careful, watch your step, I’M A DAUGHTER OF THE KING! I will not be toy’d with. My spirit may have been a little broken but restoration comes along with my RAINBOW UNICORN sassy spunky you can kiss my Mutha F’in fat (for now) big a$$ ATTITUDE!!!
If your year is not starting the way you wanted it to. Let’s go through the process, cry a little, pout a little, bash a big fat Conan the Bavarian donut down your throat and let’s MOVE ON. (YES! that’s a real donut from Legendary Doughnuts)
MAHALO FOR YOUR TIME xoxo