This section of my college career ended as soon as it began. I dropped out of the two classes I was enrolled in today. I saw not point in continuing when there is a very high possibility that we will be moving before the semester is even over. We aren't sure what will happen if David is not transfered to the San Diego branch. It could mean that they would give him his severance package on Wednesday and let him go. I just didn't want to waste the $150 for the classes if I'm not even going to be able to finish them. I was only taking them in order to preregister next semester and now that won't be necessary. Enrolling and going to the first class did serve a purpose. I learned that I don't have to be so afraid of going back to school. Wherever we land after all of this commotion, I will return to school.
I still need to finish the post about Taylors birth, and I have pictures to share from Erin's 11th birthday on Saturday. We had a blast. Four girls spent the night Saturday and kept me up until very late having a "girl talk". It all started when Erin and I had a talk about being embarrassed and not feeling like she fit in. To prove to her that every girl feels that way, I sat down with all the girls and we started talking about the boys they liked and the friends they had. Eventually I worked in how we all feel insecure at times. The girls shared what they didn't like about themselves and what they would change if they could. We talked about our differences and how no two girls were alike. Then we went around the room and told each girl what we liked about her. It was so sweet to see the girls really take time to think about what they liked about each girl, and the sparkle in each girls eyes as her friends delighted in her was priceless. Just as I was getting ready to leave the room for bed, the girls stopped me because they wanted to tell me what they liked about me. They all said that they loved having someone they felt like the could talk to who understood what it is like to be eleven and feel awkward inside your own skin. It made me warm inside.
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When I think about what "might have been" in Erin's life compared to where she is now it just makes my heart burst with love for you. You are a helluva woman Sandra Jackson.
amazing. really. when can we all have a slumber party like that?
You are the best mom ever.
So, yeah, you are the best mom ever. I bet that Erin will hold that night in her heart forever.
I just want to tell you all how very much these coments mean to me. Last week, I messed up and said the F word in front of Erin. Though I was frustrated at her, I didn't direct it at her. I just said it out of frustration. My sister happened to be on the phone with me. She called my mom and for whatever reason told her about it and my mom told my older sister, Erin's birth mom. She waisted no time calling me to rub it in my face that I had messed up. While I wasn't bothered that they knew, it really hurt that at a time when I could have used some encouragement, all I got was the knife pushed a little deeper. I called David sobbing about what an awful mother I was. Sheesh!
So, I guess they really thought they had something on you or what??
It won't hurt Erin one little bit to know that you are human!!
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