Point of No Return Moments

Everyone has them…those moments in your life that once they happen, your life will never return to the way it was. Moments that completely alter the course of your life…forever. I’ve been very blessed in the fact that most of my Point of No Return moments have been happy ones. The day I met the man who would be my husband, the day he referred to me as his “wife” for the first time, the births of our children. All of those moments altered my life in the best of ways. There was, however, one Point of No Return moment that altered the course of my life completely, and while I know that it was inevitable, there is not a day that goes by that I don’t wish it had never happened. The day my Mamaw died.
In order for you to understand why this moment still weighs so heavily on me, even after fourteen years, you need to understand my relationship with my Mamaw. I’m sure most everyone has that family member to whom you feel the closest. Outside of your parents and siblings, there is that one family member that you confide in, that safe haven you can run to. For me, that was my Mamaw. She quit work when I was six weeks old to keep me so that my mother could go back to work. Living directly across the street from me while I was growing up helped to strengthen our bond. I was blessed to be able to spend almost as much time at her house as I did at my own. When I was younger, I didn’t realize what a rare treat it was to have grandparents who lived that close. Like so many things, I just took it for granted. I now realize how truly blessed I was to have all of that time with my Mamaw and to be able to forge such a strong bond with her. Even on nights like tonight, when the pain of losing her seems as overwhelming as it was on the day she went to her Heavenly home, I would not trade the relationship I had with her for anything in this world. She truly was an amazing woman, and by no means was she a “typical” grandmother. While she was all the things you expect from a grandmother…great cook, nonjudgemental, always smiling…she also had her quirks. Like the Vince Gill picture she had taped above her bed, her Jeopardy addiction, and her ability to watch any sport from football to bowling on tv and be able to explain even the most obscure rule for that sport. Not to mention her complete distain for any team or any player that ever managed to get on her bad side! To this day, I have a deep dislike for Steve Spurrier for no other reason than the fact that my Mamaw disliked him so strongly! She definitely was a wonderfully unique woman, and for nearly twenty-one years I was blessed to have her in my life.
And then, it happened. That one Point of No Return moment that still can bring me to my knees to this day. I’ve lost both of my grandfathers since my Mamaw passed away, and while I still miss them, it is not with the same intensity that I miss my Mamaw. I can tell you where I was when they passed, and I remember the aftermath of their passing. However, not with the clarity that I recall the day I lost my Mamaw. That day is still as clear to me as it was fourteen years ago. Looking back, I’m a bit surprised that I didn’t feel SOMETHING when my Mamaw left this earth. Some twinge, some strange sensation. After all, one of the biggest influences of my life had left me. I should have felt something, but I didn’t. At the time of her passing, I was living with my uncle and aunt in Jacksonville, AL while I attended Jacksonville State. My Uncle Randy is my mother’s brother, and was Mamaw’s son. I was supposed to have had an interview with one of my college advisors, but it had gotten cancelled. I was at home, waiting to go pick up my cousins from school, when I heard someone pull into the garage. Since it wasn’t time for anyone to be home yet, I assumed one of my cousins had gotten sick at school, and my aunt or uncle had gone to get them. I was rather surprised to see that both my aunt and uncle had come home, but it never dawned on me that something could have happened to my Mamaw. I’d just seen her the day before, a Sunday, and she was fine. While she had not been in the best of health, she wasn’t sick. I will never forget the look on my uncle’s face as we stood in his kitchen, and he told me that Mamaw had passed away. Later he told me that one of the hardest things about that day was the fact that he had to be the one to tell me. I remember looking at him with what must have been a mixture of shock and disbelief on my face and telling him that it couldn’t be true because I had just seen her the day before and that she told me she would see me the next weekend. How could she be gone if she had told me that? Once the shock finally wore off a little, I remember going up to my room to pack. My last clear memory of that day was sitting on the floor in my room with my suitcase open and clothes spread around me, crying as if my heart would break. Because that is exactly what had happened.
I don’t remember walking into my Mamaw’s house for the first time after she passed away, I don’t remember much about her visitation or her funeral. I do remember telling my mom and my uncle that she didn’t want her casket opened. She had once told me that when she died she didn’t want people looking at her and saying how good she looked. She said in typical Mamaw fashion, “Nobody looks good in a casket; they just look dead!” She wanted a closed casket and pictures of her set out. So that is what we did. I remember that before her funeral, they opened the casket for the family to say our last goodbyes. I know I must have gone in, but I don’t remember if I actually made it all the way to see her or not. I do remember running from the room, outside to the porch of the funeral home. And I remember the feeling of total aloneness that I felt. The feeling that no matter how many people were around that I’d always be alone because my Mamaw was gone, and she was never coming back.
It has taken me a long time, but I know now that while my Mamaw is not here physically, she is far from gone. Some may call it coincidence, but in fourteen years I’ve only dreamed of her four times. Once right after I met Robert. That was the most vivid dream I had of her. It was in April of 1998, shortly after Robert and I had met. She was sitting on my bed with me and we were talking. I told her about Robert and how it was such a chance meeting, the way we met. And then she looked at me, and said “You don’t really think it was totally by chance? Just because I’m gone doesn’t mean that I’m not still looking after you.” The saying “God doesn’t close a door without opening a window” really rings true for me when I think about that dream. I believe Robert was sent to me because Mamaw knew I needed someone, not to take her place, but to help fill in the hole left in my heart when she went away. I also dreamed about her right before finding out that I was pregnant with each of my boys. Not the vivid dream that I had about Robert, but dreams about Mamaw. I didn’t put it together until after Zach was born, but a couple of weeks before finding out I was pregnant with each boy, I would dream about Mamaw.
She is still here in other ways, as well. Especially around Thanksgiving and Christmas. One of my most prized possessions is her cookbook, where she handwrote all of her favorite recipes. Most of my childhood memories involve being in the kitchen with her while she cooked using that book. Now, my boys and I cook the recipes she and I cooked, and I tell them about her. About how much I loved her, and about how much she would have loved them, and about how she’s watching over all of us. And how we will see her again some day.
And so really, my Point of No Return moment really isn’t a point of no return. Because, while I’m still sad that she’s not here with me right now, I know I will see her again one day. I know that she is in Heaven, waiting for me, and one day, she will be one of the first people to greet me. And the first thing I say to her in Heaven will be the last thing I said to her on Earth….”I love you, Mamaw!”

Show, Don't Tell

"‎Don’t speak to me about your religion; first show it to me in how you treat other people. Don't tell me how much you love your God; show me in how much you love all His children. Don't preach to me your passion for your faith; teach me through your compassion for your neighbors. In the end, I'm not as interested in what you have to tell or sell, as I am in how you choose to live and give.'
~~~ Mayor Cory Booker, Newark"


I teach writing, and when we start with descriptive writing, one of the catch phrases I use is "Show me, don't tell me." The idea is to get the students to go beyond the ordinary, the everyday, and have the readers really experience what they have experienced. To put the reader into their experience with them. The quote above is one that I found on a friends wall on FaceBook. A friend who does not share my faith. Yet, through that one simple quote in a status update, I find myself being convicted. Am I showing, not just telling people about my God? Does my life show to whom I belong? Sadly, probably not. I have the tendency to be short tempered, to be so caught up in my day to day living, that I forget that people around me are watching me more than they are listening to me. I need to start "Showing, not telling". There are people who are "reading" my life...I need to go beyond the everyday, the ordinary, and allow people who have never experienced a relationship with Christ to experience what I experienced. I have a brand new bunch of students who are watching me every single day. I need to let them see more Jesus and less Lee. Because Lee isn't always pretty, Lee isn't always nice, and Lee isn't always pleasant. Lee gets cranky, stubborn, and sometimes downright mean. But the great thing is, Jesus lives inside Lee, and He is the one that I need to show. Because He IS pretty, He IS nice, He IS pleasant....He isn't cranky, stubborn, or mean. He is all that is good and lovely and wonderful, and when I get out of the way and let Him show through, then Lee becomes like Him, and that is a wonderful thing.

Hmmm, Look what I found....

It's my old blog! I'd almost forgotten about this! It's been so long, where to begin?? Well, the boys are older now. Daniel is going into 3rd grade, Mikey is going into 2nd, and much to the dismay of the girls at daycare, Zach is going into his last year at Noah's Ark. I'm looking around and wondering where on earth my babies went! I'm still teaching the 6th graders, still in Holtville. As you can imagine, the Hurricanes have been quite busy. Last time I posted, they had just started getting into baseball. That has become a big deal around here. All 3 boys are playing now, and starting in the spring, all 3 will be playing on separate teams. Daniel will be moving up to kid pitch, Mikey will stay at coach pitch, and Zach will be playing t-ball. Mikey made the 7-8 year old All-Star team this past year. He has become quite the ball player. And after a disasterous experience with football when he was 5, he's reluctantly decided to give football another try. He's agreed to go to a couple of practices to see how he likes it. He and Daniel are both wanting to play fall baseball too, so we'll see where that leads. We really lucked out with baseball though. We've had the same group of coaches since the boys started playing. They are a great group of guys. Robert has even helped coach, all 3 boys. Also, I'm going to be an aunt in a few months. Robert's sister is having a baby boy in late Nov./early Dec. SO excited about that!! Well, now that the catching up is done, I'll be posting more often!

My baby is 6!

I can hardly believe that I've been a mom for 6 years! Daniel turned 6 on Sept. 25. He's in kindergarten now. UNBELIEVEABLE!! Where did the time go?? I know it's been a while since I've done anything with my blog, but it's late and I'm about to head to bed. I plan on posting a lot more though. I've got an idea brewing in my head for something to blog about!!

Free at last, Free at last.....

Thank God Almighty I am free at last!!!!!!!! Today was the last day of school!! WOOOHOOO! Now, granted, I still have to go to school tomorrow and I have some meetings I have to go to next week, but I am DONE with this year's kids!!!! This has been the most challenging year I've ever had!! But it wasn't all bad....There were a few bright spots this year. I have a couple of kids I hope that I've helped this year. I am really looking forward to spending the summer hanging out with my boys! We're gonna have a ball this summer. We're talking about going to the beach and to Six Flags. We'll also go to the park, the zoo, the movies and some other things. It's gonna be a great summer.....I can't wait!! WOOHOO!!!!

An Amazing Experience

It's been a while since I posted and in that time, a wonderful thing has happened to our family. Daniel, my oldest son, accepted Christ recently. Daniel has always had a knack for understanding spiritual things. He has been curious about Jesus and God for a long time now and has been asking some very in depth questions. He has a better grasp on the plan for salvation than a lot of kids twice his age. In fact, the Thursday before Easter, he actually witnessed to another child on the playground. He has truly amazed me with his faith. I now understand what Jesus meant when He spoke of having "child-like faith." Daniel doesn't question the how's or why's of what God does...He just accepts. I am learning alot from my child about faith. On the way home from my in-laws' on a Saturday night, Daniel and I were alone in the Tahoe and we were talking (for the millionth time =) ) about Jesus and how He died on the cross for our sins. We were talking about how if Jesus lives in your heart then you can go to Heaven to live with Him one day. Daniel then asked me the question that I knew had been coming...."Mommy, how can I get Jesus in my heart?" So I explained to him that you had to tell Jesus that you are a sinner and tell Him that you are sorry for your sins. I explained that you had to tell Jesus that you want to follow Him and you want to live with Him in Heaven. Then my 5 year old little boy prayed the sweetest, most sincere prayer I've ever heard. It was an indescribable experience as I watched my son become my brother in Christ. The next morning we talked with our pastor and he asked Daniel some questions to see if he really understood what he was saying and doing. Daniel was amazing. He answered those questions with surprisingly adult answers. Our pastor told me later that he had seen 9 and 10 year olds who did not have the understanding that Daniel did. He told me he'd never seen a child as young as Daniel have such a grasp on what it meant to accept Christ. So we are going to get with our pastor and set up Daniel's baptism. I'm so proud of my little boy and I'm so thankful to the wonderful ladies at the boys' daycare. Their teachings have played a HUGE part in Daniel being where he is today. I can never thank them enough. But most of all, I thank my Savior for working in my son's life and touching his heart at such an early age. I just pray that I can continue to guide all of my boys and raise them in a way that is pleasing to God.

April Showers, May Flowers, and All that Jazz!

Ok...I'm finally getting around to Tuesday's blog assignment from SMW. Springtime.....flowers blooming, weather warming, and me sneezing!! Seriously though, I love springtime, for a variety of reasons....One being that I HATE HATE HATE cold weather!!! The only GOOD thing about cold weather is the slight chance of snow that comes with it. Other than that, you Yankees can have the cold weather!! I want my smoldering 100 degree summers!! I LOVE living in the South. I'm sure most of you Southerners have heard the joke that we have 4 seasons here in the south....Hot, Dang-It Hot, Warm, and Christmas!!! Yep....give me a good ole' Southern summer anyday. BUT we aren't talking about summer, we are talking about SPRING. I really do love springtime, in spite of the havoc that it wreaks on my allergies. Aside from the obvious warm weather (late March, early April is really the only time we don't need heat or air conditioning around here), I have always loved spring b/c my bday is April 10!! WOOHOO, yay for birthdays!! A day that is all about ME!!! Of course, if you ask Robert, EVERY day is all about me, hehehehe!! I also have developed quite a fondness for springtime lately because SCHOOL IS OUT at the end of May!! WOOOHOOO!!!!!!! Of course, there are a few things about springtime that rather suck...One being the aforementioned allergies. Also, the arrival of pesky little insects like ants and mosquitoes that have decided to wake up! Then there is the ever dreaded.....SAT testing!! YUK! BUT, the good thing about that is that testing = nearly end of school, so that's not TOO bad. All in all, spring's virtues FAR outweigh any negatives. So, bring on the April showers and May flowers.......Bring on SPRING!!