Ya know- blogging is new to me, and so I have decided its rather strange...I mean, who's reading this anyway? I feel as if I'm typing to no one, yet I know everyone can see it. I have yet to feel normal about this. Who are you reading this? I can see the numbers of people reading and those numbers are phenominal! I'm not sure what God has planned with this, but I am continuing to share my story...
If you read my previous post, you'll remember the incident... I learned to talk and sit up and walk again. To prove the doctors wrong, and God very promising, I started Kindergarten when I was 4...instead of 5! Not only did I recover from the incident in ways no one imagined, but I was also excelling at a young age.
I did have a constant struggle with seizures, and do to this day in some ways; and I couldnt say my "r" correctly until I was a freshman in high school. I talked like I was either from Britain or like Elmer Fudd, whichever you want to picture. I can remember so vividly the nights of hours and hours of spech therapy my parents did with me at home. Being a parent now, (of a girl who can not say her "r's"), I can not imagine the hours of work my parents challenged me to do! I always wanted to go to "Daiwy Queen in my daddy's twuck" after I had "pwacticed fow houws". So we would go and it sometimes felt like another pointless night of trying something I was never gonna get. My parents never let me give up and they always encouraged me to try try try until I got it. They were never impatient and they were never HALF as frustrated as I was with myself.
Unfortunately, I dont remember much of my life before I was about 5. I've heard people say they remember specific events from when they were like 2, thats NOT me! I remember walking to Kindergarten to paint with my hands. I had this little apron I used to put on, you know, the plastic ones that smell like glue. I loved to paint. It was like I could say whatever I wanted in my mind and it would come out through the paint. I have an art studio in my house to this day and I still paint to express my feelings.
My memory hasn't improved much since then. I am a mother and I do try hard to challenge myself in areas I don't think others have to, but it is a daily chore for me to just remember. When my husband and I were first dating, he would say things like, "Do you remember when we went here and did this, and how romantic it was?" I would say, "No, we did that? That sounds so sweet, lets do it." He thought I was crazy- but I honestly didnt remember! He is the one who gave me my nickname "Fifty". It's certainly a constant reminder of how much I forget! ;)
Have you ever seen the movie "Fifty First Dates" where Drew Barrymore is in a car accident and she has to be reminded who she is everyday? Well, thats where the name came from...and I very seldom seem to prove it wrong. Its a running joke now, but it does lighten the mood when I'm forgettful! So if you know me and I forget something you told me, please call me or text me and say, "Hey Fifty, don't forget....."
Growing up as a child, I knew of my incident as a toddler and I always seemed to be proud of who I was. Not because I understood it, or could even fathom the blessings God had bestowed upon me, but because I belonged to great family and I loved everyone around me. I was always friendly- never met a stranger. I was just content to be ME!
Tomorrow my post will be long...and hard for me...so please pray for me. It is the post I have dreaded, but the one God will probably want to use the most. (My heart just started beating faster thinking about it.) I will jump ahead 6 years and share ONE day in the life of an 11 year old. It was one day, but it was 9 years of guilt and shame and heartache and grief. If you happen to have or know pre- teen or teenage girls, please feel free to read my post together tomorrow. Feel free to comment on here or look me up on facebook as Misty Marie. I have to admit, I am SO SCARED to say all this on here, but I am convinced that if I can help ONE person with the tablet God has painted for me, called my life, why would I hold it back? He has turned this tablet into a wonderful masterpiece that He is wanting to use in some way. TO HIM BE THE GLORY! please start praying for anyone who reads this tomorrow, and for me that God's words would be typed by my fingers especially tomorrow! God Bless You All and good night!
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