Friday, August 14, 2015

Chats with Monster about Heavenly Father and Heaven...

While driving home from a doctors appointment and shopping yesterday monster says to me, “Mom, where were we before we lived on Earth?” It is a question I can recall pondering as a child. Trying to determine for myself what I thought was true, and where my soul lived before I was on Earth with my parents. Hearing this same thought come from my son made me reflect on those times of innocent curiosity, and really appreciate where his faith is, right now.

Although the conversation wasn’t terribly long (really only took places over about a 5 minute period), it was pretty in depth, and was a quality chat about something near and dear to my heart. The rest of our conversation went as follows:

Me: “Well, I actually used to wonder that same question I was a little older than you are now though. I’m not certain, but if I had to take my best guess based on my scripture studies, and prayers. I’d say we lived in Heaven before we were on Earth.”
(After that I looked in the rearview mirror and loved the concentrated look on his face)

Monster: “I don’t remember heaven though, so I don’t know if I lived there or not.”

Me: “Well, do you feel Heavenly Father’s love for you?”

Monster: (Emphatically) “YES! I feel it a lot Mom, but I can’t explain it. It’s just like this nice ‘happy’ I feel. Like after we have a lot of fun. It's like this real special hug! It's awesome!

Me: “That is a very special thing to feel your Heavenly Father’s love for you. Do you think though that he loves you so much that he kept you in Heaven long enough to wait for me to be ready to be your mom?”

Monster: “OH YEAH!! I think so!! I think he took care of me before you were ready for me, and then when you were ready, he sent me to live with you. I just wish I could remember Heaven. Do you think I will remember it all when I get there someday? Like when it is time for me to go back to heaven, will I remember what it was like before I lived on Earth?”

Me: “I think so. I think the best way to know though is to pray about it, and to ask God to give you an answer, but be prepared, he may not give you an answer, but may just give you that hug!”

Monster: “Yeah, I will. Mom? Where do really bad people go?”

Me: “Wow Bud, I really don’t know. I’d imagine though, that people who are really bad have to do a lot more to be forgiven. I think ultimately they are forgiven, especially if they ask to be forgiven and have apologized.”

Monster: “How are they forgiven?”
Me: “Well, they need to pray, a LOT! They need to ask Heavenly Father to forgive them and show Him that they are truly sorry. Like if someone murders someone, do you know what murder means?”

Monster: “Yeah, its to kill someone, right?”

Me: “Yes, it is. If someone who has murdered another and later comes to realize how horrible it was, I think if they ask to be forgiven, if they apologize and truly mean it… God knows if you mean it or not, I don’t think he forgives you until you really mean it, but he is very patient and lets us have freewill to decide that.”

Monster: “Mom, I love God, but why did he let Jesus die?”

Me: “Sometimes others have to pay the prices for someone else. Its like if I go to have coffee with my friend and they forget their wallet, I will pay for them so they don’t miss out. Jesus paid for all of our sins, the mistakes we make, because God let’s us choose for ourselves. Jesus died so that we can be forgiven, but…”

Monster: (Interrupting me) “We have to ask though Mom, and mean it! Then He forgives us.”

Me: “Yep! Exactly!! So anytime you do something wrong, like lie to me, or don’t follow rules, things like that, you need to have humility, you know how I say ‘own your mistakes’, that is what God asks us to do. Own our mistakes and ask for forgiveness, we aren’t perfect, He doesn’t expect us to be.”

Monster: “Hmm… Ok… I think I get all that. God is awesome, and he is so smart! He sure knows what he is doing!”

Me: “Yep! That is for sure son, absolutely for sure!”

I really love that he is at an age where we can have these conversations. That he is bright enough to understand these words that aren’t yet part of his vocabulary (or asks me to explain them, and then starts using them) and process his feelings and interprets them for himself. It is pretty fantastic knowing what I share with him; he listens and really considers it for himself. I’ve always felt that our spiritual development is just as important as any other development! It is a comfort knowing he is maturing in his own spirituality. I love the well rounded young boy he is!

How do you share your beliefs with your friends, family, and/or kids? Do you ask them thought provoking questions or encourage them to start the conversation? Please share, I’d love to know any other ways I can help encourage more conversations like this.

We wish you much love, hope, happiness, strength and inspiration,

            Brittany & Monster

Thursday, July 30, 2015

Making introductions....

Hello and thanks for stopping by! If you’re here again, welcome back, we’re so happy to have you! If this is your first time, welcome and thanks for coming by! I hope you like what you see and read and will become one of our regulars! In the spirit of getting started, I thought I’d give a more in depth introduction of the two us and share my hopes for this blog. So, here goes!

Firstly, I endeavor to be much better and more regular about my blog posts. Really if for no other reason than sometime years from now, Monster and I will have all these fun things documented. All of life’s ups and downs gathered like a time capsule of us.

That being said… Here is a bit about us, and why I call my son Monster.

I’m Brittany a 28 year old, single mom and recent college grad. I have my Associates of Sciences in Human Services Management from the University of Phoenix. It took me a very long time to complete school being a single mom, but I’m so proud of myself to have done so. My next step is to apply to some other universities and continue my education. I know that my schooling is just as important for and to me as it is for and to Monster. He sees the impact of a good work and study ethic and it will help him have his own study and work ethic.

For now though, life is pretty simple and has been pretty boring this summer. I had surgery June 19th, 2015. It was my 8th surgery and 8th joint replacement, I had to have my foot reconstructed due to a lifelong battle of Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis (JRA). (More information can be found here: http://www.nlm.nih.gov/medlineplus/ency/article/000451.htm) It is an on going fight against my disease and the only reprieve comes daily doses of heavy medications, monthly IV treatments, a skilled surgeon, a sharp scalpel, and medical/scientific advancements. It’s a reality I’ve always known, and really I can’t describe it any other way than, “It is what it is”. I’ve never been one to ask, “Why me?”

I’ve always believed He only gives us what we can handle, and if I couldn’t handle it, He would not have given me this burden to bear. I told my grandmother some years ago that in the game of life we are all dealt a hand, we can play it the way we see fit and make the most of it, some are dealt really great hands, others get mediocre or even terrible hands. What we can’t do is pass those cards back to the dealer (Heavenly Father) and ask for new ones. We play the hand we have and make the most of it. It has always been my philosophy on life. I choose everyday, no matter how I feel, to give it my best shot and do whatever I can to be happy and productive. Sometimes productive entails making sure Monster, myself and the dog is taken care of, and I relax. Other days it involves volunteer work, school work, homework, laundry, cooking, grocery shopping, walking the dog, getting some fun in, taking care of plants, and on and on. The hard part, never knowing one day to the next how I’ll feel and what I can get done. More on this another time.

Now, as for Monster, he is nearly 7 and headed to the first grade in a few weeks. Yep, I’m feeling old, a bit sad, somewhat excited, a little anxious, but a whole lot of proud. He’s a pretty good kid, really smart, helpful to others, and me, incredibly loving too. He has this excitement and zest for life like no one I’ve ever known. He makes friends fast, just as my Grammy did. We always say, “She never met a stranger.” That’s very true to Monster also. Everyone becomes his friend, however lately I’ve noticed him throwing the “best” in front of friend when he refers to some friends. It’s very sweet and endearing really. Watching his friendships and relationships change in time. They are becoming more about the shared interests and shear fun of 6 and 7 year olds, as opposed to being friends because I’m a friend of the other child’s parent(s).

The nickname Monster is something I used a long time ago to describe some of my cousins or friends kids. It was always, and still is, a term of endearment. I call my son Monster though to protect his identity and preserve a bit of his anonymity. In a world where so much about us is so easily accessible, it is my hope that in using his nickname and limiting other identifiable information that he will remain safe and have the opportunity later in life to develop his own presence in the world. Decide what he wants to be known, or stay private.

While I fully intend to be as transparent for myself as possible, there is a lot I won’t share about Monster, his life, his friends, etc.
For example:
·      His name; if you know us personally, please do not use his name in a comment or anywhere on social media. You’re more than welcome to use his nickname.
·      Where he goes to school (I’m sure this is self explanatory).
·      Anything he doesn’t want posted about him or something going on with us/him.
·      His friend’s names. As you already know, I’m a firm believer in protecting these innocent kiddos. Out of respect to friends and their parents, I will use a nickname to talk about anyone who “adventures” with us, after I’ve received permission from their parent(s).
Over time this list may grow, or shrink depending on our lives, but for now, these are the main points.

Some things you can expect or anticipate from our blog are some of the following:
·      Accounts of our adventures, probably some pictures to go with.
·      FUN! Lots and lots of fun!
·      Silly tails of our lives and our traditions. I’m a firm believer that laughter only draws us closer, we love to laugh and do so often.
·      Recipes, I enjoy cooking & baking and try real hard to eat as healthy as possible. Monster is severely allergic to dairy so many of my recipes are non-dairy. If I share a recipe I’ll try my best to provide options for what I substitute so those that aren’t dairy free can make it as well.
·      The struggles of living with a dairy allergy and still trying to allow him to be a kid.
·      Books I love, books I recommend for kids, especially boys.
·      Tips, advice, or my opinion for handling a high-energy boy.
·      Fun things that I craft or we create together.
·      Our adventures with our Scout Elf come Christmas time.
·      Our story. Like my previous post details, our story was a really rough one prior to where we are now. My life has not been easy in many ways and I’ve had many obstacles I’ve overcome.
·      Who knows what else! If there is something you’d like to see, or something you’d like to know, get in touch and ask.

That is all for now, I think I’ll share one of my favorite recipes we’ve been enjoying lately. Thank you all for reading and joining along this adventure filled thing we call “LIFE”. It is a joy to have you and we look forward to you stopping back by soon! Until next time…

            We wish you much love, hope, happiness, strength and inspiration,

            Brittany & Monster

Monday, July 27, 2015

Five years ago, a new chapter began....


So, here goes… I don’t know how long this will be. I don’t know what the message is, but I get the peaceful sense that it is about overcoming and persevering. As I listen to Rachel Platten’s “Fight Song”, that seems to have been the theme of my life. Don’t get me wrong; in most cases I wouldn’t have it any other way. But I suppose you’re wondering why I feel this way, or why today is a big day for us. Keep reading, I promise I’ll get to it…

March 14, 2010… Rewind 5 years to a 23 year old me, and a Monster that was 18 months. I had just been through the nightmare everyone knows is inevitable, you know, the death of a loved one. My Grammy passed away surrounded by those she loved most and who loved, adored and cherished her. I held her right hand as she left our Earthly home to cross the threshold of those Pearly Gates to be greeted by her buddy Joe, her siblings that had gone before her, her parents, and all the loved ones (too many to list or mention, death is cruel) who had gone before her. To then be held in our Heavenly Father’s loving and healing arms.

My Grammy was my everything, she was my best friend, my grandmother, my advice-giver, and she was my buttercup. We drove each other crazy, but loved each other more than imaginable. I never knew life without her until that day. I knew there was so much more to come in my life. Knew that I still needed her, but her body gave out because she had cancer we didn’t know about. She refused to have the dreaded colonoscopy that may have saved her life and kept her here with her loved ones for much longer. If you’re reading this and are of age for colonoscopies, I urge you to have one. If you can’t do it for yourself, do it for your loved ones. It may save your life, especially if anything is present and caught early!

Not long after losing my Grammy I had decided to try one more time (this is a much longer part of our story I don’t want to get into today) with Monster’s father. We had split up when I discovered he was being less than honest with me and was the source of some of my health problems. I had moved home and had the opportunity to be with my Grammy around the clock (a blessing in disguise really). When I had moved back in to the home Monster’s father and I shared things were pretty incredible for about a week and a half, maybe two weeks. But, unfortunately the good things started to come to an end and I was suspicious he had gone back to his old ways. I decided to just be careful and observant about the activity around our house. I had bought a safe to keep my medications in and used it religiously. I figured it would help ensure that Monster’s father got the better of his addiction, instead of the other way around. Unfortunately he like most addicts was a charmer and I bought what he was selling, hook, line, and sinker.

Around the middle of June I knew something was up, I had no proof, but in my gut, I knew. I knew he had somehow gotten ahold of my medications. He had somehow cracked my code, found the back up keys, something. There was no denying it. My med’s were vanishing, and not by me. When confronting him, he was verbally, emotionally, and mentally abusive. Warfare I hadn’t been exposed to. I no longer had my Grammy to go to for advice, my family was all still grieving the loss of our matriarch, friends didn’t understand or were too busy in their own lives, I was alone, and on my own. I did my best to keep conflicts to a minimum, took care of our home, of our child, and tried like mad to take care of me. I was fading fast though. I felt hopeless. I knew I was already a statistic, having a child out of wedlock, I am disabled, and I was buried in grief, fear, and shame. I had no strength to do the right thing, or even prove that he was doing what I suspected.

Life went on like this for another three or four weeks. I was on autopilot, lost in my own mind, a shell of my former happy and positive self. My light faded and I needed help. I went to see a counselor. I sought validation for my fears and feelings, what I got though, was more fear, validation and a heaping mound of motivation. The counselor asked me one day around my 3rd or 4th session, “Brittany, where is your son right now?” I replied emphatically, “He’s with his dad!” I was annoyed that this man would question me with something so silly! “And what are they doing?” “I’d imagine they went to get an ice cream or a smoothie.” Was my retort. “So you’re telling me, your son’s father who you suspect is using your prescription medication, who you already know because you’re smart enough to know, is a drug addict. He is alone in your vehicle with your child. Do you think your son is safe? Do you think your vehicle is safe? Do you think YOU are safe?” OH MY GOSH!!! HOW DARE HE!! I was furious! This man who I’d seen only a few times was grilling me on my family?! He left me with these parting words that stick with me to this day, 5 years later. “If you bash your head into that brick wall, who gets hurt? Do you hurt the wall? Does it change things? Instead of beating the wall, build away around or over it, because you aren’t the one who needs to get through it.”

After that appointment I was furious! I kept telling myself that man didn’t truly know me, sure he had my medical files, but he didn’t know ME! What he said though never left my mind… No matter how I denied it, he was right, and I knew it. It impacted me so much. I knew after that day, I couldn’t fix Monster’s father. I couldn’t love him better. I and I certainly could no longer allow him to be heavy handed with our toddler. I could no longer make excuses for the marks on Monster’s back, the bruises on his cheek, his refusal to make and maintain eye contact. I couldn’t let his father’s addiction run our lives. Monster deserved better, at the time I couldn’t do it for me. I felt I deserved the punishment of an addict to protect my child from the abuse; after all I failed my son by his dad being whom he is. Little did I realize how wrong I was. Monster was still being abused; his father neglected him unless he was disciplining him, and then came the physical, mental, and emotional abuse.

We both suffered a great deal at the hands of his father’s addiction. I kept hoping and praying that my best friend was still in there. That someday he’d be back, but I knew as long as we stuck around, all that he was harming us, our spirits, he was doing just as much to himself. I knew what I had to do. I didn’t know how, when, or what… But I knew I had to leave him, for Monster, for his father, for me.

July 27, 2010… Something woke me up real early that summer morning, most likely the heat. Vacaville summers on the side of town we lived, they are brutal! I cracked an eye, looked at the clock and noticed a shadow looming close by. I quickly closed my eye only to open it the slightest crack to peek through my lashes. As I did this… It happened… I caught him… The one pill I had out to take immediately upon awakening, he was taking ever so quietly, and carefully. He looked practiced, skilled at this… He was replacing it with one that looked so similar you’d have too look closely for the stamped numbers that identify it. I knew I had to wait. What felt like hours, were just a few minutes… He finished his task, went into our son’s room, said his goodbyes and went to fix his coffee to leave for work. I knew I had to do it, right then… This was the opportunity I knew would come eventually… The old adage playing on repeat in my mind, telling me what I knew, “Sh!t or get off the pot!” I took a deep breath, checked my pill bottle, examined the pill and shed a few silent tears before steeling my nerves. This was it, the proof I knew was there, the proof I needed to build my strength and courage, to escape the cycle of abuse, to be and do better for my son and for myself.

I quietly called his father into the bedroom we had shared for most of the last three years of our lives. I asked him to close the door so we didn’t wake Monster. His father asked me almost immediately, “What? What’s wrong?” As I weighed my words carefully, decided which of the rehearsed lines I’d give him… I said, “You have two choices right now, choose carefully and wisely because this is the rest of our lives waiting on the balance…” He waited pale as a ghost, I’m sure knowing what was coming, running through his own practiced lines of charm, disarming me with the same dimples our son still disarms me with… Only this time… I had found my resolve… I had my answers, I had found my ounce of strength and it was now, or never… “You can either sit down as you are in the living room while I call the police and wait for them to come take you away for stealing my medications. I’ll press charges and have an excellent case against you to keep you away from me and our son… Or, you can pack your things, move back to your parents, and get into treatment TODAY!” I toyed with calling the police anyway, I was so angry, so hurt, so betrayed but we have a child together, and I loved him enough to not destroy more than three lives with one phone call.

His father tried very hard to twist things, as I knew he would. He blamed me, telling me I put too much pressure on him. He had to escape it somehow. Being that addiction runs in my family, I knew a bit about addicts, their behaviors, their tactics, not to mention the goldmine out there that is the Internet. I let him pack his things and told him to call me in a few days after we had a chance to calm down, but that I still expected him in good faith to help with our son.

There is so much more to this story… But on this day, five years later it is my hope that in spilling my heart. Putting in words the feelings that so entirely overwhelmed and consumed me, expressing what it was like to endure this, that I can help even just one person escape from an abusive relationship, get help for an addiction, or be the person someone in this type of situation can turn to for strength, help, hope and support.

I didn’t write this to bash Monster’s father. I didn’t write it to hurt any feelings, or for any other reason than I felt it was time. Time to get it off my chest, off my mind, give myself the freedom to truly close this chapter in my life… I know what I deserve now. I know my worth more now than ever before. I know I’m strong, and that I broke the cycle of abuse. Monster will not grow up being abused, watching his parents fight, argue, etcetera.

With much love, hope, happiness and strength and inspiration,
            Brittany & Monster

If you’re a victim of any form of domestic violence, there is help available. Call the National Domestic Abuse Hotline at: 1-800-799-7233