Saturday, November 17, 2012

Thankful for the Thorns

As Thanksgiving approaches, I am inspired by the swarm of "I am thankful for..." posts throughout social networking.  It's actually a nice break from the regular complaining people share day in and day out.  In true Dirt Road Diva fashion... I am going to put my own spin on it and sum it up in one, probably too lengthy blog.

Why I give thanks...


"Some people are always grumbling because roses have thorns; I am thankful that thorns have roses." -Alphonse Karr.

People take too much for granted.  People complain about the very things they should be thankful for.  I want to talk about some of those things.

Jesus.  He died on a cross to save this sinner's soul.  Enough said.

Police officers.  You cuss them when you should praise them.  This is a generation teaching the next generation to disrespect and dislike the men and women in blue.  You refer to the officer that pulled you over as  a "pig"?  Why?  Because he was doing his job?  That police officer has probably seen far too many injuries and deaths as a result of traffic violations.  He could have just prevented yours.

Jobs.  Work in general is taken for granted.  You complain about your job when there are those who would love to have yours.  Every generation gets lazier by the minute.  Hard work has been replaced by a sense of entitlement.  I went to nursing school only to graduate and have to take a minimum wage job working the front desk at a hotel because nursing jobs were few and far between.  After six months of rejections, I got three offers in two weeks.  I was frustrated, but now that I have landed the job I was meant to land... I realize why it took me six months.  God put some pretty wonderful people in my path by simply putting me behind that front desk.  For that, I am thankful.

Morning.  I am notoriously guilty for taking this one for granted.  I am not a morning person by a long shot.  But every morning I wake up means I get one more day.  And I am thankful for every day that I have been given, good or bad.

Children.  Most parents are thankful for their children, but some aren't thankful enough.  Kids are a pain in the butt.  But there are those who cannot conceive.  They would give anything for a baby to wake them up at night.  There are mothers who drink, smoke, and do drugs while pregnant.  Why are you taking this innocent life for granted?  If you cannot quit smoking, drinking or doing drugs for the sake of a miraculous new life, then you are not ready for the selflessness that is called parenthood.  My children can drive me crazy.  But they are just that... they are what drives me.  God gave me the most precious of all blessings when he gave me parenthood.

Legs.  Quit complaining that there are too many handicap spots in the parking lot.  They are there for a reason.  Use the legs they wish they could, and walk!  I am thankful for my legs.  They are no Carrie Underwood legs, but they can sure take me from the far ends of the Target parking lot to the entrance.

Parents.  We spend so many years trying to rebel against them and trying to get out from under them, but then when we have children, we want their advice.  Or worse... when they are gone, we will wish we could spend one more day with them.  We think they are old fashioned, but there are reasons they call them the "good ol' days".

The check out line.  You know, the one that moves a lot slower than you'd like because the clerk is talking to the customers ahead of you.  I am thankful that there are still friendly people in this world.  You are in too big of a hurry and you're missing out on the beauty of kindness and good customer service.  Instead of being short with him or her when it comes your turn... maybe you should ask how their day has been.

Friends.  I sometimes take them for granted just because I love them so, and I know that when life slows down, they will be there.  But life doesn't slow down.  Make time for them.  I am thankful that my friends have not given up on me when I have taken them for granted.

Siblings.  Your first friend and your first enemy.  But is that rivalry going to matter after it's too late to let it go?  Forgive while you still have the chance.

Trains.  Instead of growling at the next one you have to wait on... count the cars like you did as a child.  Roll your window down for a moment and take in the fresh air.  Marvel in their power.  They frustrate you, but they are a majestic thing to your children in the back seat.  Look at it through their eyes.

In-laws.  They get a bad rap.  You think they're too hard on you?  Maybe it's because you swooped in and stole their child.  I'm a parent and I can only imagine how protective and over-bearing I will be when some outsider comes in and wins over my baby's heart.  Give them the benefit of the doubt.  They just want what's best for their son or daughter.  If I can say anything positive about being married more than once... it's that I've had the pleasure of having more than one set of amazing in-laws.  Stop looking at them like your spouse's family that you have to put up with, and start looking at them like new additions to your family that you get to share life with.  They are your kids' grandparents.  And your children will feel tension where there is tension to be felt.  Embrace them.

Losing.  I am thankful to have grown up in a generation that taught me how to lose... for without losing, winning means nothing.  There is no pride in winning if you have not learned how to lose.

Soldiers.  They have laid down their lives for me.  There could never be enough gratitude for the selflessness and bravery that they show.  They face horrors that civilians couldn't possibly imagine, and those that are lucky enough to wake up to see another day, face the same horrors again without complaint, and without nearly enough reward.

Teachers.  As students, we took advantage of them.  As parents, we place the world on their shoulders and then blame them for all of our childrens' wrong doings.  Teachers work way too hard for way too little.  They are under appreciated and deserve more thanks than they get.

These are only a handful of things that I am thankful for. My life is full of joy.  I endure sorrow, for without it, I would not know happiness.

Thank you...
DRD

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Khighla

If someone asked me two months ago what was the worst possible thing I could ever imagine happening, I would not have the same answer I do now.  That's because my mind would never have reached the horrific idea of one of our children being murdered.

I hear of these unbelievable stories on the news or on crime drama television series.  I shiver in disbelief, but never remotely consider the possibility that it's real... that it's actually happening... or that it could ever happen in my own family.

My step daughter was kidnapped, murdered, and tossed in a lake.  News stories overwhelmed the TV, internet, and newspapers.  But Khighla was more than a news story.  Khighla was just 15 years old.  She was a beautiful girl, inside and out.  Now that she has been taken from us, I am writing in her memory.  I want to introduce you all to the girl beyond the news stories.


The photo above sums her up pretty well.  No better place for her than on the back of a horse.  She could have been quite happy living in a barn.  If she had her horse, she was content.  You can't see in this photo, but she was wearing boots.  She was always wearing boots.  She would come to our house with a bag packed with shorts and capri pants for the summer.  And boots.  No flip flops, no tennis shoes... just boots.  I wish I could tease her about that again.



Before my husband and I got married, that morning of our wedding I took all four of our girls to get pedicures with me, as they were all wearing flip flops for our outdoor summer wedding.  Khighla of course had never had a pedicure before and rolled her eyes at me for the thought of it.  Once it was her turn though, she loved every minute of it.  I wish I could take her for another pedicure.


Khighla could not make it through a sentence without saying "umm".  Sometimes saying it multiple times within one sentence.  It made us laugh.  We would try to get her to go for a day without saying "umm" and it was obvious that wasn't going to happen.  So, we would challenge her to go one conversation... that didn't work either!  I wish I could hear her voice one more time, even just "umm".



Khighla loved to go to the lake with us.  She never used enough sunscreen and came back with a sunburn every time.  Her hair was a beautiful color with natural highlights in the sunlight.  I wish I could see it blowing in the wind again.



Khighla was a teenage girl.  Teenage girls make naive decisions.  She was no exception.  Teenagers believe they are invincible.  They trust too easily.  They don't see the evil in the world.  They do things we wish they wouldn't, and they break the rules.  Didn't everyone as a teenager?  I wish we could lecture her about this one more time.

 Khighla had a passion for music.  She loved to sing.  I wish I could hear one more song.

She loved to go out to eat with us.  I wish we could take her to Mexican Villa one more time.

Khighla loved to read.  She could sit for hours with a good book.  She loved the twilight series and was on Team Jacob.  She sported a shirt with his face on it.  I wish there were more pages in her story.

Burying a child is a nightmare that nobody should ever face.  We yearn for justice, but to be honest it doesn't help.  They could take her killer out and shoot him and it wouldn't bring her back.  We can visit her grave, but can't see her smile again.  We can talk to her, but she can't talk back.  The world is a cruel place, and it's very difficult to move on.

A ton of people tell us "Let me know if there is anything I can do".  I know they mean well, and I know people just don't know what to say.  But the truth is, there isn't anything that anybody can do.  There isn't anything anyone can say to make the hurt go away.  It's nice to hear though, because we know how many people care.  Our family and friends have been an amazing support system.  But at the end of the day, she is still gone.  That is a void that will never be filled on this earth.

Love you Khighla...
DRD