What Happened?

I guess it was around ninth grade, just after my awkward stage. That is when I noticed  boys were... Noticing me.  ME... Sheryl... The girl who ran home from school to avoid being beat up. ME... The one the boys laughed at and called ugly!  Now, they ran into walls trying to look at me. They practically lost control of all motor skills, even there speech!  What happened?  I wasn't sure, but, I knew I liked it and not for the reason that you might think. This was my chance to get back at the whole male population. What do they say?  Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned?  THAT... was me! I would give a guy attention just long enough to make a total fool of him. OK, so...it wasn't nice, but I'm not writing my blog always to present myself as wonderful. I'm telling you how it was. I absolutely felt as wonderful when I broke up with a guy, as I did when I first was infatuated with him. 


And then there was James.  I met him my senior year in high school. I walked into a game room and a pool stick flew In front if me and stuck in the wall beside me!  I turned and I saw the most ornery grin I'd ever seen. He had me at hello!  He was the boy who gave me my first real kiss. Sigh!  That is also when I learned, I Love kissing!  I guess I shouldn't admit that. :)  Oh well. So, James was everything to me and everything that I should not have been attracted to. He was your typical bad boy. Lots of fun, but no good. James had a little more experience than I, if you know what I mean. He wanted a little more than kissing and I was perfectly happy with nothing more. Needless to say... James moved on. What?  ME, Sheryl... The one all the boys wanted?  ME, Sheryl... The heart breaker?  What happened?  My heart was broken; even worse, my pride was bruised. It didn't take me long to feel the pain of all the hearts that I had broken.  Broken, the way James had broken mine. Clearly, my vengeance days were over!  What remained, was a respect for infatuation, for love and physical affection. And even more important, I never underestimated the power of a girl to make a man weak. 
 
My husband once said "You're the kind of woman that kings fought wars for". Oh, I know...so romantic!!! We were newlyweds.  He makes me swoon!  (Sheryl's heart melts as memories attempt to take her focus away from this blog) (must focus!)  He has also said "A man is the head of the house, and the wife is the neck that turns the head". Smart huh? 
 
The point is this. We have an awesome power.  A good man will be a better man, if you make him feel fully loved and accepted.  Trust me, some of you might not have a good husband or a husband that responds to love.  I understand, I've been there.  That's a different story! Most of us know our power but most of the time, we don't tap into it. We go through our days working very hard at everything except wooing our husbands. We don't flirt like we did as teenagers, we don't go out of our way to be attractive or sensuous. We get lazy, we get prideful, self-centered, etc. 


I am no different than all of you.  I must be reminded of who God created me to be; the power that He has given me and the desire to be that woman. I want my husband to smile when he thinks of me, to feel completely loved and accepted.  THAT, would make me feel successful as a woman, as a wife. 


ME, Sheryl...really good wife.  (ha...just daydreaming of the future)

Analyse This!

It all started over a month ago when someone told me that I over-analyse.  It's not the first time I've heard this, but...it's the first time that I started to analyse, analyzing.   
 
So, on the drive home from church, I asked my family if there was a such a thing.  Can you really over-analyse?  The consensus was an astounding YES!  Except for Josh.  He wanted to know what analyse meant.  Little did Josh know, he was going to get an intense lesson on analyzing.  
 
The argument for over-analyzing is this: Sometimes things are simpler than we make them.  My argument is: If it's simple, there would be nothing to analyse, therefore...you could not over-analyse.  If there is something to analyse, who's to say that you are over-analyzing?   
 
I win! 
 
Well, not quiet.  Seems the majority believes that there is such a thing as over-analyzing, including my daughter's new boyfriend.  (How did he get into this?)  I am beginning to think that accusing someone of over-analyzing something, is just a quick attempt to shut them up.  Think about it.  Who responds to someone when they say your over-analyzing?  Usually the conversation ends. 
 
This conversation however, did not end.  On and on the thoughts and comments were made, but I have to say...I had more thoughts than anyone else. :)  We talked about this at the table, in the car and at the grocery store.  For weeks, I analysed the way that we analyse, in so many directions and with much fervor.  Now, I am done.  I have not over-analysed analyzing. 
 
Just like Gandalf...I have analysed precisely what I meant to. he he he

Meant to Be

I cannot remember a time that I did not want to be a Mom.  I loved playing house and pretending that I was a wife and a mother.  Of course, Jeanie did make me be the husband at times. he he he  Things did not change when I became a teenager.  I picked out baby names and started collecting things that I would have in my own house someday. I even bought some baby clothes at a garage sale. When people would ask me what I wanted to be, I would reply...a Mom.  That was my goal, my dream. 

 

Well, God has blessed me plenty!  Besides the three children of my own, God has allowed me the pleasure of helping raise two step children and now I have a grandson!  My cup is full, as they say, but...there's always room for more. 

 

Today, I decided to just attach a story with pictures.  Hope you enjoy!

Shane

Sean

Ashley

2000

Shane 2001

Married Richie 2002

Ashlee & Joshua

Sean's Grad 2003

Shane introduced Diana

Kids with Richie's Grandparents

Richie's Mom, we call her Nana!

My Mom and Dad with my all my kids

Ashley's Grad 2010

My grandson, Avery Frank

Great Grandma and Grandpa 

Thank you God for making me a Mom.  Not just a Mom to my birth children, but to anyone who embraced my love.  Thank you for bringing Richie, Ashlee and Josh into my life. Thank you for giving me a wonderful Mom that I can imitate, a lovely mother in law that I can be friends with, five awesome children, all very unique and thank you God, for Avery Frank!