... a bit of that

Brown paper packages tied up with string (16/150)

“Ek het al gesien toe jy nog n kannetjie was jy pas net in jou eie boksie.” -my Mom, Yvonne

Translated it means that since I was little, I only fitted in my own box, according to my Mom. You could not make me do anything I didn’t want to.

My Mammie and I.

Was part of a conversation I was having with my Mom on whatsapp. If you are new to my blog you will not know that I don’t speak on the phone. Not even to my Mom. It makes me anxious….. Something drastic has to happen for me to answer the phone or dial a number… so bbm, sms, email, whatsapp are all good communication methods for me.

It has been an odd time for me with this stupid illness, trying to be a Mom and a dear wife {which is what my sexy husband calls me}, an employee, a sister, a friend…. all the things I am for various people.

I never know how I will feel on any given day. It is frustrating in the extreme and emotionally a roller coaster for everyone in my life, especially for my husband who takes good care of me {imagine the stress and worry about finances alone ~ what will our future hold?} and my kids who try and fill in the cracks, especially Kev who is so aware of when I am okay or not.

My Mom in law who helped so much with Noid’s 40th, my sister in law, Jenni who just started chopping salad when we ran out…. My Mom, Yvonne and my sisters, Rentia and Mary-Ann who I have grown closer to because we can talk on bbm, learn about each other on Face Book. Even my parents in law who sat and talked to me, sharing wisdom because they care. I love you all.

Rentia is 3 years younger than me and my only biological sibling. She is very tall, much louder than me and makes me laugh.

Mary-Ann is 7 years younger than me (we share a birthday) and we met for the first time in March of this year. We have the same dad, who died when I was 11.

The hugely amazing faithful friends I have at work who has gone out of their way to carry my load when I simply couldn’t or just made contact to let me know they care, everyone of you but especially Mercia and Jaxie who has wiped my tears and celebrated good days with me. You are pearls in my invisible crown.

Even my bosses {especially Grim who is always so faithful in his support, encouragement and understanding. I do love you Boss with admiration and appreciation. He is a good man.} has been incredible.

Not sure what I did to deserve so much love, but thank you. My appreciation knows no limits.

In dire emotional, physical or financial spaces there remains so much to be thankful for.

  • I am alive and my Mom tells me her Bible says wonderfully made. I don’t think her Bible has seen me naked.
  • I still have a job that I love and one I feel secure in, regardless.
  • Our new kitten Lady Cayte is settling in and not so scared anymore…. and finally has finally figured out what the litter box is for.
  • My step daughter, Jenna-Lee turns 8 today! Happy birthday sweetheart.
  • I have a husband who loves me and kids who bring me joy {most of the time, this is not a Hallmark card afterall}.
  • Jason and Cindy who are such good company and wonderful friends.
  • Mel who always does my tax, I have a Tranquil Body Treats order to say thank you.
  • All my Tranquil Body Treats customers! Thanks for your loyal support.
  • Oh, I did update my who the hell am I page. Go check it out.
  • I am thankful for the chance to try again tomorrow!

I wish you enough,

Love,
Wenchy

PS. DO leave a message, it is so nice to hear from you.

Posted by Wenchy from the second cloud on your left with WordPress for BlackBerry.

12 thoughts on “Brown paper packages tied up with string (16/150)”

  1. Why u ask a silly question like why u deserve so much love? Cause u as u say are a FANTY lady. regardless of how u feel u make time for others & what u give to others and u make us feel welcome. U understand each one of us u don’t judge, u tell it like it is and we in our own way thank u (esp me)

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  2. You of all people deserve happiness, joy and love.
    You always express yourself the way mosst people only wish theey could (I am one of those)
    You are wenchy and I for one am grateful that I have got to know you for you.

    Just keep writing and. Sharing your life, it gives me sommething to look forward in reading and knowing that I am not the only one who feels down and depressed and not knowing which way to run.

    For this, we love you wenchy and you are worth more than most people will ever give you credit for

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  3. Your post has me close to tears tonight. Ok, I am totally over tired, but you have to admit girl, that you do deserve all this. We all deserve this – to be loved and appreciated.

    I really wish you better health – because at the moment, that is the crux for you.

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  4. I treasure my first cup of coffee at work, because I can share it with you even thou you drink decaf :).

    Will always carry your load when you are not feeling up to it … But I am not hugging random people on your behalf … Never!!

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  5. I now have the ‘My favourite things’ song stuck in my head (from your title) 😉 I know for me it doesn’t happen all the time, but when I do sit down and think about all the things I am grateful for it makes me a special type of happy. Shit happens but its the people that help you through that really make a good life. Glad you’re feeling good.

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  6. You have such a wonderful way of writing things! So wish I could do it like that some times!
    Thanks for sharing!
    And, It’s okay to not be okay all the time, you can always try again tomorrow!

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  7. Lovely post about your Mom who I am so glad you have reconnected with on so many levels.

    Stop with the “I dont know why I deserve it” talk Hey!!

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