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)