Dating Post Divorce

Divorced. It’s common yet invokes a distaste and sense of sorrow when given as a status. People are often caught off guard, unsure of what side to take and if a shoulder should be offered or if they should give you the space needed to safely vandalize everything in your path. In an ironic way, the reactions of others to a divorce are somewhat comical. I still receive the occasional message stating, “I had no idea!” But I mean really, what was I supposed to do? Rent a billboard on the interstate? Post it on Facebook? Send out divorce invitations? I mean, hello.

According to a study performed by the University of Wisconsin, Madison, about 75 percent of divorcés later remarry, and men remarry at higher rates than women. But committing your life to someone again can (and should be) a very scary thing. I read an article called "32 Shocking Divorce Statistics" and cringed; many of these were my statistics. Shocking.

Dating after a divorce; now that’s a whole new ballgame. Someone somewhere must have a good laugh at our humanity when we try to take charge; I mean I’ve had a few embarrassing moments myself even that I’ve had to just laugh about. Before experiencing married life, dating was a fun, light-hearted adventure with no expectations and some relationships would grow to become more until that one someday became something wonderful and worth devoting the rest of your life to. Yet something happens when people have had that marital commitment come to a close, regardless of the reason. They’re out of their comfort zone, thrown back into the world of dating but at a stage in their lives that they weren’t really prepared for. And oftentimes, these circumstances cause them to act in ways that even they are embarrassed of.

I’ve been told that it’s wise to wait a month for every year that you were married before dating again, and that makes complete sense after seeing my own response to divorce and then dating. You simply have to find you again. There will be a void in your life that was previously filled with sharing life’s experiences with the one closest to you, and it’s common to want to fill that void in some way. But the best way to do that is by strengthening the person you are on your own. In time, romance will come. But finding that comfort zone of the single life (or single parent life) should take priority. Happiness isn’t found when you find someone else to make you happy; it’s found in the simple things that happen every day to us as individuals. Don’t let these moments pass you by because you’re wearing blinders and on a “manhunt” (or “womanhunt”). Bask in them and one day you’ll see you don’t need someone in your life to make you complete. Then it will come when you’re not even searching.

Sometimes, You Just Gotta Laugh

My baby loves making these bracelets... and we knew that she was captivated with the creativity that making these invoked in her. She absolutely loves making things and loves receiving praise for her creations. My daughter is definitely an artistic person with a little bit of dramatic flair and a spunky, independent personality. What parent wouldn't be proud of her creations?

We were... until we received the following email from her after school care facility:

Yep... that's her. After talking with her, we found out she was the culprit entrepreneur who was selling these bracelets for $5 each. Comically enough, she got the idea when she traded her phone charger for her first bracelet. But she one-upped them; when she sold hers, she wanted cash. What am I suppose to say after that? It's pretty comical and I'm a bit proud of her entrepreneural endeavors. It's hard to discipline in this case, so we asked her not to sell those there and laughed.

Yep, that's my kid.

Breaking Through

Most of you know I have been on a journey to find a closer relationship with God. Some have been supportive, some not. And that's okay, I am only doing this for me and the generations to come after me, not to please anyone else.

The last few years have been eye opening to me. I realized that while I know of the things of God, that relationship wasn't in my heart. In fact, I lived for guidelines and rules rather than the relationship, and I am the only one to blame for that. I remember asking my dad about why certain things were the way they were, and his kind and wise response was that I was focusing only on the small stuff and needed to focus on my relationship with Him.

But I failed to do so, and when I needed to rely on that relationship the most, all I found in my heart were superfluous regulations that I didn't understand instead of the deep relationship that I needed. And I knew something had to be done; I had to seek His face with everything in me.

There is this incredible song by Peder Eide called Breakthrough.  It truly captures the essence of my turning point and moment of desperation, then resolution to seek Him no matter what.

I sing all the songs
I read all about You
I know right from wrong
What does it amount to?
If my life doesn't show
How much I love You?
[Chorus]
I need You to break through
Tear down the walls
Let everything fall
'Cause I want to praise You
With nothing between You and me
I need You to break through
I know there is more
I've yet to discover
So many things you want to uncover
I've been scratching the surface
I want to go deeper
[Repeat Chorus]
Break through the pride
Break through the shame
I've had enough of staying the same
Break through the fear
Open the gates
I'm getting tired of playing it safe
[Repeat Chorus 2x]
I need you to break through

If any must pass judgement on my actions then that is their cross to bear. But I will not be deterred from my goal of simply finding my relationship with Him. I've come so far already, and have grown so much in His word these last several weeks that I can say with certainty that my path is sure, I am confident in who I am in Him and I am moving forward. Thank you for your prayers and may God bless your steps.

Soft Shouts and Loud Pauses

What an incredible journey this has been, searching the Bible for myself. It began as a quest for answers, a search for truth. But the beautiful thing that is transpiring is God is showing Himself to me in such a beautiful, deeply passionate way and I’m finding a relationship with Him.

It’s interesting, this whole thing. In times past, God has spoken to me through quiet moments when I’ve pushed everything aside and focused on Him. He still does that, but oh my goodness it’s quite comical the way He has given me pause through one of those parental-styled corrections that makes the child feel busted.

This journey began because after having gone through a divorce and various other circumstances, I realized I needed to find God for me and not count on Him only as the God of my youth. I know the Bible; in fact, I can quote Scripture that will relate to many different aspects of life. But that’s only in my head, and not my heart. So this journey has been about being open-minded and transparent before Him and allowing Him to speak.

And oh my, I must be causing Him quite the myriad of emotions! In an effort to be absolutely transparent, His responses to my issues of distrust, broken heart, questions and at times, unbelief have been solid, sound and on time.

You see, my mind gets the better of me. All. The. Time. I’m analytical; it’s part of my job and just who I am. I analyze and over think everything from how invested I will allow myself to be in relationships to what shoes I’m going to wear and how they will reflect the essence of my thoughts that day (oh yeah, I have it bad). Before I respond to situations, I give them pause and debate on the reactions to every possible action that I could take, and then make a decision. A friend recently pointed out that I have a certain look when I’m processing things and that made me chuckle because it is definitely what I do.

But in my search for the answers to questions I’ve had for many years about holiness and other Biblical principles, God has grabbed hold of my analytical mindset and has been replacing it with simple faith. This hasn’t always happened in my quiet moments either; sometimes I’m kicking and screaming and God pretty much scoops me up and smacks some sense into my head until I bow my head in submission to Him. I’ve desperately been trying to find out all the answers right away to factoid questions about God while He’s over here going, “Yo, Amanda… umm I’m over here, chica. No idea where you’re going but I’m right here… just waiting on you to pick your head up and stop analyzing everything. Earth to Amanda…”

I honestly still don’t see the Biblical answers for many traditions that I grew up with but what I do know is I feel a deep, unsurpassed love from Someone I tried to push away years ago. And I have faith that He is real. I know He is real, and I know He is going to reveal Himself to me with patience and grace so that I can fully allow Him to guide my path without question.

Just the other morning, I woke up and could hear Scriptures speaking to my soul. It’s so incredibly strange, I know. It can’t be blamed on bad pizza the night before either, but I literally woke up with this passage resonating over and over and over again, clear as day:

“But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you. Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.” (Matthew 6:33-34, ESV)

He already knows all of the desires of my heart, and as long as I seek Him first, He will take care of the rest. I’ve found this to be true in every relationship, whether it be spousal, dating, parental, coworkers, friends, family, etc. If He isn’t put first and kept as a common thread, the relationship has no real depth to it and won’t withstand the various situations that life brings.

Without Him, we are nothing. But with Him, we can do all things. I want to know Him like that.

Self Reflection

Those who have known me for years know that I was raised in the home of a Pentecostal preacher.  Weekly family Bible studies were a norm in our household growing up.  My father was stern, he was incredibly wise and to this day, I hold the utmost respect for him. 

Being raised in church, I've been to the small churches and the big ones; have heard a wide variety of preaching styles and seen many different types of leadership.  Through it all, I've learned that leaders and bench warmers are at church for the same reason; they're both people who aren't perfect who are seeking after a perfect God.

Here is a little video of a sign language/praise team I was involved with several years ago. I'm the one with the afro in the middle of the platform!

Growing up as I did, I was heavily involved in church and ministry.  Music and people are my passion, and even though the events of life have given me pause to my involvement, I am constantly trying to help others reach their goals in fitness and be that confidant and friend to those in need.  It's almost bred in me, at this point.  I mean I am 31 years old... there is no walking away from the things of God nor the level of involvement that I have always had.  Believe me, I've tried to push the desire to be involved away and have recently found it is so much easier to just embrace it than to fight it.  Truly, I am one example of how legit Proverbs 22:6 is:

"Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it."

Praise singing with the choir; I'm on the front right.

Here's a video of a Block Party that we did a few years ago to reach out to a neighboring community. You'll see me wearing one of the yellow tshirts and helping at the sign-in table and also in the music.

Life happened though. And through everything, I am ashamed to say that I have never read the Bible for myself, and allowed Him to speak to me through it; unadulterated and without all the theories on the many different meanings a few words can have. Last week, I began reading the Bible on my own. It's not always easy, and I'm not going to lie, it can be a little mundane with the begats and the "therefore, my brethren"s. But I'm determined. I'm determined to find out Who He is to me, on my own, privately.

I've been focused on following traditions and standards instead of finding and nurturing my own relationship with Him.  It is beyond time that I do this.

Moving Forward

Today I spent the day focused.  The only music I have listened to is contemporary Christian and gospel music.  Three different entire sermons by different ministers have also been in my ears.  I have a goal to reach and I'm going to do everything I can to get there.  Don't even try to stop me!  :)

Discipline Challenges

You think you have it all figured out when you're a kid.  So ready to be a grown up so that all of life's troubling problems will just fade away.  The rules that grown ups bestow upon you make absolutely no sense and you know that when you grow up, things will be different for your kids. 

I remember this one time at my parents' old house in Deer Park.  Gabe or I (it's so hard to remember which one it was, we were always instigating things) had done something worthy of punishment and neither of us were fessing up to it. 

My dad ran a tight ship.  One look (you know, "the" look) and our cheeks clenched and we knew we were about to get busted.  So he sat all three of us down on the love seat and paced back and forth in front of us, belt in hand.  I remember staring at the peach colored threads that were woven through the dark blue fabric on the love seat, wishing that this moment would just pass; hoping that somehow he would be merciful and give us just this one. 

Dad firmly asked, "Amanda, was it you?"
Meekly I answered, "No..."
"Son, was it you?"
Gabe replied looking down at the carpet, "No."
"Alicia?"
Alicia answered, "Noooo!!"

Truth is, it was Gabe or I, and we weren't about to fess up for fear of that redneck-styled leather belt hitting our tails.  But Dad outsmarted us, as parents tend to do.  Unable to determine which of us was lying, he firmly declared that we could all turn around and bend over because we were all getting spanked for it.

It's one thing to get whooped for your own sins but to have a sibling get whooped for it?  Yeah that's a little hard to follow through with.  Especially when you know that they might lay in bed awake until you fall asleep and then draw on your face with permanent marker or put ants in your bed.  True story, really happens.

I grew up with so many spankings I now have to eat right and stay in the gym just to keep my rear on this side of the Mississippi River.  It was definitely an effective method of punishing us because well, we were quite bad.  But I vowed to never spank my children.

Fast forward twenty-five years or so... I now have a beautiful child of my own.  I remember the day she was born.  She turned purple right away because I couldn't figure out how to feed her right.  She fell off our really tall bed as an infant because I looked the other way for just a moment after she'd learned how to roll.  As a mother to this beautiful baby that God has given me, I've only wanted to protect her from all of the perils that life has to offer.

But then there are times... times when you know that your boiling point has been reached.  Times when you  think, "I'm about to be on CNN and I hope there's no recording of what I'm about to do to this child."  All of my promises to never spank my child are broken. 

Our family went through a divorce at the end of last year and Eric was the primary disciplinarian.  I was Celeste's confidant, her friend.  But after the divorce, I let her get away with too many things and I regret it.  I had that BAM, hit-me-in-the-face-moment during a dating relationship where she acted out and was defiant.  After speaking with friends about what she did and my lack of discipline, I realized I had to put the clear boundaries down now and oh my goodness that hasn't been easy.

Yesterday afternoon, we went to the gym after work, as usual.  Celeste didn't like something I said or did, so she was dragging her feet and walking behind cars an aisle away from me, pouting with her arms folded across her chest.  I gave her the warning look, and she called my bluff.  I dropped my purse, bag and keys down on the ground, ran over to her in my 5-inch heels and picked her up, threw her over my knee (oh yes, I was balancing on one foot supported by only a 5-inch heel) and popped her bottom good.  It's amazing how acrobatic you become when you're determined.

People stopped and stared.  Eyes were like saucers.  She looked around and started crying.  This one older man followed me closely into the gym and was looking at me with anger.  But really.  They don't know my child.  They don't know the situation.  She behaved the rest of the day, too.  In fact, after leaving the gym, she sweetly said, "Mommy, I really love you."  Unprovoked, unasked. 

Being firm isn't easy.  Knowing that I am embarrassing my child in order to get her to behave really is as painful to me as it is her (if not moreso).  I hate being the bad guy, but I know that if I let it go, she won't be able to function as a kind, respectful adult.  I have to keep telling myself that!

Moments that Take My Breath Away

She turned 7 years old just ten days ago.  My little baby girl is growing up so fast and I can't seem to find the pause button anywhere.  It seems like just yesterday my sweet doctor placed a tiny pink baby in my arms with light blond hair.  Her tiny little cries would set every single part of my body on alert mode until I could figure out what soothed her.  In time, I began to anticipate her needs and things were much more smooth.

She no longer fits in just my forearm, snuggled up in a tightly wrapped satin blanket; rather her head is rapidly approaching my shoulders. The sweet little cries that use to rivet me have turned into soft whispers at night of, "I love you, Mommy." 



Sweet little note Celeste drew for me at work a couple weeks ago

She still captivates my heart with her giggles and wrestling, and her overly dramatic moments where she tries to be a grown-up make me laugh when I should be stern.  I mean how are you suppose to spank a child for not listening to you when she's creatively making a castle out of the paper towel rolls in the aisle at HEB, in just a few brief moments?  It's incredible how one little person can completely change your world.



Shopping in Kroger on Monday



She is her own person; special, unique and my little girl.  She loves her high heels, and pink is her favorite color to wear.  Anything sparkly and bright suits her just fine, and her clothes definitely portray her personality.  She is very independent and is desperately trying to grow up while I am grasping to turn the hands of time backward. 

She loves to chase mosquito hawks, catch roly poly's and dangle live crawfish by their antennae.  Her eyes light up when she puts on my gym socks and wears them with her sparkly Toms (all because they're Mommy's).  My girly tomboy! 

Such an awesome responsibility and blessing, being a parent.  How can I possibly describe the love for my child? 

Holiday Fun

The holidays were particularly unique this year.  For Celeste, I was completely unsure of how she would handle everything but she was able to have a pretty incredible Christmas. 

Every year, we have the extended family Christmas for my mother's side of the family.  When I was a kid, it was a time when we would all get tons and tons and tons of gifts and our parents would all go broke trying to supply gifts for the rapidly growing family (can't say I minded!). But now (thankfully) it's turned into more of a fun get together, get crazy and eat everything in sight.  My Aunt Cyndi has done an incredible job revamping our family Christmas and I look forward to it each year.  We get together and everyone brings a single white elephant gift.  Most are just plain hilarious.  And then we have an ugly sweater/outfit contest and it provides quite the laughter.

This year, I wanted to do something special with Celeste and since she's so incredibly artistic, we decided to make out own t-shirts.  I am not surprised that my 6 year old's top is neater than mine!

Celeste making her shirt



Hah... mine

 We started the evening off with what everyone loves - food!  I loved this party; so much fun.  :)  (Yes, that is my little brother wearing a pj onesie that has jingle bells safety pinned to it and his son in the candy can angry bird costume.)

Landon, Gabe, me, Alicia, Aunt Cyndi, Kyle and Luwannah (and "Bun")

Luwannah (and "Bun"), Alicia, me and Aunt Cyndi

Now a little bit about "Bun."  "Bun" is the name that my sister-in-law has given to her little bun-in-the-oven.  Yep, that's right; there's another member joining the Johnson family in about 6.5 months!

After the food, laughter, white elephant gifts and custome contest, we all decided to take the party to Target and to surprise my cousin, Emily, with a family flash mob.  Oh yeah, awful clothes and all.  And yes, we sang.

The. Whole. Family. @Target

It's like Oh Brother Where Art Thou? meets awkward family Christmas photos

And now for the video.... oh yes, there's a video...

 

I love my family.  And the holidays... ahh... such a nice time.  :)

Meet Our New Addition, Hatchi

A few weeks ago, the sweet breeder who we purchased Mikado from contacted me and asked if we were still interested in adopting another Akita (she knew we were looking for a playmate for Mikado). 

Taking Mikado home in 2009

One of the families who had purchased another male Akita from her last winter is moving to a new place and couldn't take the dog with them, so they contacted her in hopes that she could find the dog another home. So a little over a week ago, Eric and Celeste took Mikado to meet Hatchi, an 11 month old Akita male (and Mikado's little brother), and they brought Hatchi home with them.

Meeting Hatchi

When I met Hatchi, it was quite interesting.  He'd already taken to Celeste and Eric and I met him when I tried to walk through the front door that night; he was not too thrilled with me being there.  The next morning, I had to hand him treats just so he'd allow me back in my bedroom as I was getting ready for the day.  Oh my goodness, I was scared!  But after that, he's taken to me pretty well.

We gave Hatchi a couple of flea baths the next day because he had a crazy horrible amount of fleas; and he really enjoyed the pampering! 

Celeste feeding Hatchi some treats during his bath

More massage please!!



Mmm..... this feels niiiiiice...



Yes, you're getting it, right behind the ear.  That's the spot.

Two Male Akitas in the Same House?

It's not suppose to be possible.  Oftentimes, the Akitas do not do well with another adult Akita that is their same sex under the same roof.  However, Mikado's always done well around other dogs so we thought we'd give it a try and see how it goes.

Hatchi showed aggression with Mikado at first, but has since calmed down around him.  We've taken precautions and moved slowly with these two together. 



So far, it's working pretty well! We walk/run them beside each other in the evenings at the park and dog trail near our house and they seem to be getting along pretty great there.

This past Saturday, we took both Mikado and Hatchi to a mobile pet vaccination tent in League City (www.project4paws.org). A couple hundred dollars and two morbidly petrified dogs later, we had both caught up on their shots, heartworm meds (Hatchi tested negative, thank goodness), etc. Mikado weighs 65 lbs. (he's lost some weight with the heartworms) and Hatchi is 71 lbs.

Celeste took this next little video with my cell phone after we picked her up from school last Friday with Hatchi in the truck bed.
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Why Akitas?

Akitas have a natural affinity for children (look it up here).  Their bark is intimidating, but is usually reserved for after a threat has been assessed and there is cause for alarm.

Mikado has only barked a handful of times in the three years that we've had him.  Each time, there was cause for alarm (suspicious people on our property and once, moments before a transformer blew that was located a few blocks away, sending up a black ring-shaped smoke cloud and shutting down power to the whole area).  It could be pretty creepy/scary to guests who weren't aware of the dog's existence because Mikado quietly comes closer and sizes you up before he decides on his response (which is usually a wet nose on your arm, some licks and sometimes a couple of paws on your shoulders).

Oh my goodness, they shed like crazy!  Two full coat blows each year.  We're currently on the hunt for a FURminator (thank you, Leslie) to help with the shedding.  But both dogs are fun, kind and loving dogs, and we are really enjoying the new addition to the family.

First Grade: Memory Verses

Celeste has been learning John 1.  Bay Area Christian School uses the English Standard Version (ESV) and we're working on her memory verses every night.  She's doing AMAZING for a first grader!




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I am incredibly proud of her! She is doing such an amazing job in school! 

Last night, I was watching her do her homework. She's reading books and interpreting what she's read, and she's doing simple addition (the kind that we didn't do until 2nd grade). I was so proud of her that exuberantly, I asked for a high-five. She hesitantly gave me one, then coolly said, "It's fist bumps now, Mom."

Suddenly, I've become a dinosaur. It's bittersweet watching her grow up so fast.

These last several months

So it has been quite some time since I've posted; 8 months or so in fact. Sadly, life has just gotten so very busy for us. We are enjoying life together, but I haven't had the time to write about it!

Celeste turned 6 this past February. My little girl is growing up so very fast and I feel a little bit of sorrow that she's no longer the length of my forearm, and she wants to do everything herself (yes, I know exactly where she gets that from!).

Here's a short little video of Celeste reading a book about Rapunzel to me all by herself on February 16, 2012. She was just over halfway through kindergarten; I absolutely love the education that she's been getting at her private school!

On the day of her birthday, I surprised her by bringing little cupcakes up to the school for her entire class during lunch. She was really stoked about it, so full of excited giggles and her eyes were dancing when she saw me walk in. I love these moments!

We had her birthday party at Fun City Sk8 in Webster, and so many of her friends from church and school came. She was so looking forward to having her party at the skating rink. We picked up rock-and-roll themed cupcakes from Rise Cupcakes in Friendswood (oh em gee, they were amazing), and she was extremely proud of the little fondant rock star guitars on them.

We have Pergo floors at home so they have been perfect for Celeste and her energy. She's been wearing these roller skates that we got her at Christmas almost every day and roller skating all over the house in them; so by the time her party came in February, she was a pro at skating!

Everyone singing Happy Birthday to Celeste at her party...

Aunt Ta bought her this cute little bag to carry her things in, and she was not going to church without it the day after her party!

Miss Personality... I just can't seem to figure out where she gets it all from??

A few more photos of springtime fun...

And here's my princess... rollerblading around the house as I mentioned earlier. :)

GASP!!! WHERE HAS MY BABY GONE?? :'( All grown-up; wow, how time flies.

And then it came; the day of her kindergarten graduation. Miniature pomp and circumstance with tiny robes and caps and tassels. It was so cute watching every kid walk down the aisle to the platform to graduate; but of course the star of the show was our little Celeste.

I still cannot believe my baby is about to go into the first grade this year. She tells me that I'm old, and I'm starting to believe her! Nothing I say is cool, she knows everything and of course, since I'm old, I lived in "the olden days" so I just do not understand how things work in today's society. Haha it's a little ironic when you get to experience what your own parents experienced from you 25 years ago. God has certainly got a sense of humor. :)

December... and Christmas!

So I've been slacking lately on posting things and this is my attempt to catch up! Sorry.

As you can see in my last post, a big part of our Christmas this year had to do with Walt Disney World in Florida. However, here are some photos of other things we did in December.

Celeste's class took a field trip to watch the Bay Area Houston Ballet & Theatre group perform The Nutcracker at the University of Houston Clear Lake. It was a little chilly, so Celeste put on my UHCL sweatshirt to keep warm. I don't know what it is about wearing my sweatshirts, but she loves doing it. Here are some photos of her with some of the cast members before the performance:

As part of her treat from her teacher, Ms. Minchew, Celeste and the rest of her class were given little toy nutcracker ornaments.

The next day, I bought Celeste this cute little Fraser Fir from Lowe's and she decorated it all by herself!

Then I began decorating some of the rest of the house... with Aunt Cyndi's help!

This just cracks me up. It looked too blah without anything on top... but it provided tons of laughs for me and Aunt Cyndi after I did this to it. Probably not appropriate for blog posting...

This tiny poinsetta from Lowe's is so cute!

Some garland, ribbon and ornaments on the antique vanity. My favorite part of this was actually the 2 lotus votive holders that Eric bought for me from the Nutcracker Market!

We kept the outdoor decor simple this year...

And finally...'twas the night before Christmas...

...and all through the house...

...not a creature was stirring...

Finally, it was Christmas morning. I got the bike down from the attic, set it up, and went to wake my two sleepyheads.

After a few hard blinks, Celeste was wide awake and present time was ON!!!

All bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, Celeste loves her new bike.

Celeste tied her new robot dog (gift from Nana and PaPaw) to her new bike and they strolled through the house together like this.

She loves playing with Barbies, so we bought her a cute little Barbie house and she got some more Barbie dolls... and a Barbie car! So they're all set to live in my living room now, ha.

We had a great Christmas. I love this time of year, it's so beautiful and a bit romantic. The best part of it is watching Celeste's reactions to everything. It was awesome.