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mijita

Mijita (mee-hee-ta) - common term of endearment meaning "my small daughter" or more accurately "my dear child". My grandfather called myself and my 2 cousins mijita growing up (although I know I was his #1, LOL). The nickname has been music to my ears since I was a little girl, everytime he'd call out "mijita" we'd coming running while arguing (even at times pulling eachother's hair) to get there first since we really never knew which one of us he was calling. I lost my grandpa 11 years ago this past April but just because he's no longer walking this earth does not mean he's not still with me daily as cliche as that may sound. My grandpa Tim raised us 3 girls for a few years while our mom's worked on getting their lives together and I have to say those were the BEST years of my life. I have said it time and time again without his influence I probably would not be the woman I am today and for that I am thankful. My life has not bee

Tween Tuesday

The other day driving home from school Beanna told me when she grows up she will have a foster kid (her words). I asked her what made her want a foster child and I have to say her response made me proud. Her reasoning behind wanting to be a foster parent was simple enough..."some kids need a good home and I want to give him or her one." She went on to tell me that one of her friends has a foster sister that the family treats as their own which is important because nobody wants to feel left out just because they're not blood related. I told her I agree completely, that blood isn't always what makes a family but rather the love we have for one another. B and I talked quite a bit on the foster child subject with her pointing out that it's not a child's fault that they end up with "bad parents" and get taken away because after all they didn't ask to be born. This discussion left me warm and fuzzy. My daughter is wise beyond her years when it comes

sticks and stones

As kids we’d respond to teasing, taunting – BULLYING with the nursery rhyme… “Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.” Looking back at this as an adult I have to call this little comeback for what it is…BULLSH*T! Excuse my language but that’s the word that comes to mind when I think of this verbal shield we were taught to use as kids. Yes, its true sticks and stones CAN break your bones but words, they can leave a forever impact especially when used in a negative manner. As a kid my mother was verbally abusive. I will not go into full details of the things she’d say to me but I will say they are things you should NEVER say to a child; especially your own. I do not know why she would say the things she said to me. I do not know why she made me feel like crap as a kid the the point that I would wish I was never born. This is a hard post for me to type up because as I’m typing the things she’d say to me are rushing to the surface and reopening those old