A letter to my momma

Dear momma,

It’s me, your favorite, we all know it’s true don’t try and hide it the boys know too. Thank you for raising me to be so kind hearted, so caring, and so much like you. I know you think you failed a lot when me and the boys were growing up, but you didn’t, you are the best momma. Because of you I help those in need because we’ve all been there or could be there. You held me when I was scared, you tried your hardest to teach me to roller skate and you were the only one with battle scars. You showed me what a strong woman looks like in the face of hard situations. You taught me to never quit even when I really wanted to, to push through. Thank you for letting me in kitchen and teaching me that the best kitchens get messy. You let me be me every time. Because of you I know everything will be ok, even if it’s not today, everything will be ok. And also everything will come out in the wash so no need to steep over others wrong doings. Because of you I have such a positive outlook on things and I appreciate that more than you’ll know. I know I haven’t been the perfect child, I, like many others have had my wild years, the ones where I try to push my mom away when in reality you were my only real friend at the time. Because of you I came back, better than ever with lessons learned and wounds healed. Thank you, thank you for the nights you went without so we wouldn’t have to. Thank you for working three jobs just so you could provide. Thank you for putting your children first all the time. Thank you for letting me sleep in your bed when my brother scared me out of my room. Thank you for telling me stories when I was younger, my absolute favorite is when you tell me god gave you me when he knew you would need someone to make you laugh. God knew what he was doing because I needed you too. Thank you for supporting me, and listening to me. Thank you for disciplining me when needed, and thank you for knowing when I needed to make my own mistakes. Thank you for holding me through my many heartaches even though they seem so small now, then, they were a huge deal. Most importantly thank you for my faith, because of you I not only grew up in a loving home but also an amazing church family. I know I don’t say it nearly but I love you with my whole heart, you are one of if not my biggest hero in my life. I do not know where I would be if I didn’t have you. I’m sorry for all the times I’ve hurt you with my words or my actions, and thank you for forgiving me. You are my biggest fan and that means so so much. You are one of the most beautiful people on this planet and I am blessed to be your daughter. I love you higher than the sky, deeper than the ocean and higher than the waves over your head

-Jenn/Jennifer Lynn/Jennygirl.

Ninny

I have many titles in my life, daughter, sister, girlfriend, bonus mom, the list goes on and on. One of the most important one is Ninny. I am an aunt, and being an aunt is so important to me, being able to be apart of my nieces and nephews lives is very rewarding. I am their Ninny. Story time, my oldest niece started the Ninny epidemic, when she started really talking she couldn’t put aunt and Jenny together it always came out Ninny, all the others followed suit. Being an aunt, to me, is more than just seeing the kids on holidays and birthdays. It’s cheering them on in every softball, soccer, t-ball game, watching their faces light up when they spot you in the crowed at a school concert. It’s holding them when they are sad, it’s helping them with homework and waiting to see their test score. I remember every place I was, what I was doing each time one of my brothers told me I was going to be an aunt, I remember what I was doing when I found out if it was going to be a boy or girl. My point is, is I try very hard to be apart of their lives, I want them to know that they can always tell me anything and unless it’s causing them harm I won’t tell a soul, I want them to know that I will always be in the stands, or in the crowed cheering them on no matter what they choose to do. I absolutely love it when my oldest niece tells me what she wants to be when she grows up, even if it changes every time, I love it. My heart is always full when my nephew hands me a stack of books bigger than him and says “Ninny will you read these to me?” And he curls up next to me and I am in heaven. I love it. I am an aunt, I kiss booboos, I get asked if I’m their mom anytime I take them somewhere, I get after them when their attitude gets too big for their britches, I chase away monsters and encourage them to chase their dreams, even the crazy ones like professional bull riding (that terrifies me). I am their built-in best friend, and I will always consider them my babies, even when they have children of their own (they know that isn’t allowed lol) they will forever be my babies. I am more than just their aunt I am their Ninny.

Worthless

A couple of weeks ago I found myself awake around 2 in the morning unable to sleep. My mind racing constantly, unable to settle. I pulled out my phone and started writing everything on my mind trying to get to sleep. I found myself writing out how worthless I was, how I don’t deserve any of the good things in my life, how I was unloveable and the man sleeping in our bed deserved so so much more. I prayed hard for the pain I was feeling to leave so I could just go to sleep. I asked over and over again who did this to me? Who hurt me so bad that I’m up at 2am and can’t get my mind to shut down so I can sleep. Who? I looked at what I wrote and I stopped asking who and started asking why and when. Why did I let people tell me what I should feel about myself? Why do I let the negative stick to me like fly paper and the positives slide off like oil? When did I let what others think or say about me matter so much that I let it keep me up at night? Why don’t I listen more when Thomas calls me beautiful? Why don’t I believe it when my nephew wraps his arms around my neck and says you’re pretty Ninny? Why don’t I let it stick with me when my mom says you’re an amazing woman inside and out, your heart is beautiful just like you? I sat there on the floor, tears streaming down my face and I remembered something my mom told me when I was around 10 years old, “god doesn’t make mistakes”. I started thinking to myself it’s got to stop, I have to figure something out because I can’t keep staying up letting all these negative things that I heard way in the past effect my quality of sleep and life when I have all these amazing people in my life filling me with so many positives. So in that moment of pure heartbreak and vulnerability I decided to forget about what people have said or done to me because it doesn’t matter anymore. I need to start believing more that Thomas thinks I’m beautiful, my nephew thinks I’m pretty and my mom thinks I’m amazing from the inside out. I became overly tired after the realization that it begins with me, I can’t control what people say but I can control how I let it effect me or if I even want it to stick with me. I got up off the floor, wiped my face, put my phone down and crawled into my bed, and almost instinctively Thomas opened his arms to let me snuggle in like every night, kissed my forehead and told me he loved me more, and I was able to sleep soundly for the first time in a while. Since that night/morning I’ve been trying to let the positive stick, listening to Thomas tell me I’m beautiful and cute and perfect without arguing with him about it, I’m trying to look into the mirror and see myself through his eyes, my nephews eyes, my moms eyes, my nieces, my sisters, everyone else’s because I am fearfully and wonderfully made. I am made in his image, and if the one who made the sky blue, the grass green, and the cows so cute it makes me cry then I know he made me beautiful because he doesn’t make mistakes and he doesn’t make ugly, and I am worthy.

True love

Me and Thomas recently celebrated our first anniversary, so in honor of that I present to you my thoughts on true love.

There’s a saying going around that you won’t find your true love or your soulmate until you love yourself first. That is complete bs. While I agree that you should love yourself, it does not say anywhere that your true love will stay away from you if you don’t.

I met Thomas at the end of August 2017, I did not 100% love myself then, hell there are some days I don’t fully love myself now. However I’m blessed in the way he loves me even when I can’t love myself. Isn’t that what it’s about? If you can honestly say you love everything about yourself wouldn’t change a thing then more power to you, I am slightly jealous of you because you are a rare breed. For those of you like me who look in the mirror and see things they think need changing do not fear for love is there for you. If you’ve heard the saying you find love when you least expect it to happen, now that is true. I believe that 110%, I wasn’t looking for anyone when Thomas found me. I had myself convinced that I was going to be the aunt that showed up to family events and birthday parties alone but with extravagant gifts because I don’t have to spend the money on anyone else and I would leave and go home alone and that was going to be forever because I didn’t love myself enough for anyone else to love me. At the same time my mom always told me you’ll find him when you aren’t looking so then I focused on not looking…that doesn’t work. But when I least expected it, on a work trip mind you, he found me. And I say he found me because I was way too shy to really talk to anyone. It wasn’t something I was looking for it was something that I needed but didn’t know it.

I didn’t truly love myself when me and Thomas started dating, there’s days I still avoid looking in mirrors, but that’s ok because I found someone who will love me enough for the both of us on days I can’t love myself. Don’t let anyone tell you that you have to do this that and the other before your true love comes. Because it’s probably bs, just be yourself, and remember everything happens when it’s supposed to happen even true love.

Planning sucks

Ok I hate plans, I hate making plans, planning in general just irks me in ways I can’t explain. Here’s why, plans either end in one of two ways, 1 they change last minute into something you weren’t prepared for or 2 they just don’t happen at all. I always get so excited about plans, weather it’s a dinner or just a lunch with friends, always get hyped for it. But lately every single plan I’ve had or have been apart of falls apart before my very eyes. And I spend days trying to get over it because I work myself up so hard for things and it never happens. So it’s not necessarily the planning or making plans I hate at first because I get so excited for things, but when they fall through I feel so defeated and just down to the point I don’t want to do anything anymore. I’m slowly learning in life that outside things I have no control of get thrown into the mixture of life and they’re not going to be like hey before we throw this massive wrench in the day let’s make sure Jenn doesn’t have anything going on today that this would ruin. I wish that’s how it would work because sometimes I think I’d be so much happier. But I’ve also learned that everything does happen for a reason, the world does not revolve around my plans nor should plans make my happiness. This summer I got new swim suits, never went swimming, not once was I even near a pool because I worked all summer, but now I have a house. It’s very difficult for me to get excited for things now just because I’m so used to things not going the way they were supposed to or the way I thought they were supposed to, but later on down the road something else bigger happens that might not have happened if the other thing didn’t fall through. Sometimes you gotta look at the bigger picture. Yea I still get upset and sometimes angry because nothing goes according to plan, but then again it’s not really my plans that matter but someone much more powerful and it’s hard to remember that but I’m getting better at it. So planning or plans in general are not my thing, if you see me frantically running around chances are I was going with the flow and all the sudden I had something to do. Don’t be discouraged when plans don’t go the way you think they should because chances are something bigger and better is coming your way.

Would you trim his nose hairs?

Recently, as in this past week recently I moved out of my parents house into my own two bedroom house, with Thomas. As I have said in a previous post we started living together late November early December, but now we have our own place. I grew up with three boys, so I always thought I could easily live with my significant other when I was dating or when I got married. COMPLETELY DIFFERENT NO WHERE NEAR THE SAME. Ok so let me tell you living with your significant other is nowhere near the same as a sibling of the opposite or same sex…I don’t judge. Also living with them on your own is crazy different from with your parents, their parents, or even roommates. we stayed the night with each other on occasion before so we could be all cute and then do all the gross hygiene things when the other was gone again and be our normal probably gross selves (not saying I or he was fake at all). But when y’all are together every single night and a good portion of the day eventually you will need to shower, or burp, or relieve yourself. You can’t spend your whole life keeping all that in literally. You grow to be comfortable with them, and gross together. Not too long ago Thomas was sick and I mean sick sick, like he broke a fever three times a night and I woke up covered in his sweat sick, but I took care of him. One morning I woke up with major allergy issues, blew my nose and went on to tell him the color and consistency of my snot, not even thinking about who I was telling, it was just a natural thing. But we still love each other at the end of the day. Thomas is so mature but at the same time so child like, there is not a day that goes by in our house that we are not playing around or laughing, I mean same though. We bought a nose hair trimmer a few months ago, yes the title matches this time. The whole time picking one out, which study up on trimmers people because we were faced with options I didn’t know existed, I was so freaking excited. As soon as we got home I tore into that trimmer ready to take down the hairs in his nose, and yes I will admit I scared him becasue of my excitment but if I am going to spend my life with someone I am going to be all up in their nose hair. It is something to really think about, if you are not up to taking care of them, and holding them while they break a fever, if you are not going to look at the weird spot on their back, if you are not going to ask them to go to the bathroom wih the door cracked because its storming outside andeven though youre 22 years old they terrify you, if you are not willing to trim their nose hairs then do not live with them, if you’re not willing to get all up in their face, or back or weird spot on their leg then do not live together. If you can’t be comfortable with them enough to wear sweat pants or go without makeup, or dare I say fart in front of them then do not because that is not a way to live life. Be comfortable with your significant other in your house or their house or wherever y’all are. You should always be able to be your grossest self with your love.

A letter to my oldest niece

Ok emotional aunt here…my oldest niece is starting middle school. I’ve been dreading this day for three years. So this is my letter to her, of advice and things I wish I knew entering middle school

My dearest Savvy Jo, as you enter middle school I have some wisdom to bestow upon you and you’re going to listen. Always remember some of gods greatest gifts are unanswered prayers, I used to wish you would stay little forever and always be the cute little 3 year old with curly hair in pigtails, my wishes went un-granted, for now you are now a beautiful young lady who I love even more with each day that goes by. That being said you are about to enter middle school and I am going to give you some advice on things I wish I knew before my 6th grade year. First and foremost you are beautiful inside and out, your heart is beautiful, don’t let anyone, I don’t care who it is no one should be able to sway you differently. Second school is important do your best work on all assignments, study hard for tests apply yourself to your homework don’t let anyone talk you out of doing homework or studying. You are an incredible athlete and I am so excited to see where you go with softball but grades are still important. Third, no boy is more important than anything or anyone. You are important, boys come and go and I’m not just being the over protective aunt here. Friends will come and go but there will be a few real ones that last a lifetime…cherish those friends because they will see you through your ups and downs. Ask all the questions, in class if you don’t know something, if something confuses you do not I repeat do not be afraid to raise your hand and ask questions…I wish I would’ve asked more questions and got more help. That also means if you need help with your homework ask your parents, your kick ass aunts and uncles, or your grandparents, don’t sit there and hope you get it right, it could be on a test. Please please please don’t ever feel alone in this world, you have an amazingly huge support system filled with people who love you, from your parents and siblings to your aunts, uncles, grandparents, you are never alone and I guarantee you if you’re having an issue or problem one of your people will be able to help you through it. Listen to your parents and when they tell you no they’re doing it because they love you and want what’s best for you, love your siblings because they are first best friends and they are the ones that’ll be behind you at all times even if y’all fight a lot. Your family is your biggest fan and like i said some of gods greatest gifts are unanswered prayers, keep your head up and keep your faith strong. Trust your gut, if you feel something is wrong, it probably is, tell someone. That also includes if you think something isn’t right with you health wise (i.e you can’t see/hear/ don’t feel well) tell someone immediately. Have fun but not too much fun and remember I love you so much and will always be here for you no matter what. Never be afraid to tell your family something that happened or how you feel. Always stand up for what you believe in, don’t follow the crowd because you Savvy Jo were born to stand out, continue to be yourself at all times.

For all the my babies going to school, make good choices, I’m not afraid to walk into your school and act a complete fool, because I love y’all. My babies (who are no longer babies) are my whole heart, now if y’all will please excuse me I’m going to be crying for the next year. Happy back to school!