The last Monday of the month and my friend Lori at LavenderLuz.com, challenges us to find, perhaps, the extraordinary in everyday, or just realize those little moments in your everyday where all is right in your corner of the world, for possibly a moment in time.
As you will read, my moments were not as much perfect as they were defining.
This is quite the task for me this month. I got to ride on the wave of excitement and euphoria of being cast in Listen to Your Mother – DC for approximately, hmmm, let’s say five days. It was a wonderful five days, full of excitement, good feelings and possibilities, that hey, just maybe I am a writer. I was even practicing saying the phrase, “I’m a writer.” While practicing this affirmation I was trotting around town on my high horse when all of the sudden, WHOA, WHAM…there I was knocked off that horse and flat on my back.
From atop of my high horse, I was then thrown on a busy street and continuously run over by truck full of very heavy items. Once the trucks had their way with me, I was put limp and lifeless into a Cuisinart and pureed on high speed.
Yeah…I’ve been having fun.
I have to admit I’m a little ashamed. I have experienced about the worst that a Mommy can, I have my days, but overall I consider myself a tough cookie. So, why did one phone call, telling me I had to move in 60 days, turn me into a pureed mess? Why was all the toughness I managed to gather the last 2 years slip away so quickly?
After working so hard this year to establish Johnny in a new school and everyone else into a new home, neighborhood and routine, I felt like I ran right smack into “the wall.” You know the one, you can’t get over it, under it, or around it. It is right there in front of you and you feel in a hopeless state. The idea of Johnny going to yet, one more school, was more than I could take. He is relatively happy (big for him) likes his school, has a great teacher, and the kids are great with him. All of this money cannot buy. I have worked Johnny entire little life for this scenario. With this as my motivator, I got to work.
Having little pride and no shame, I cast my nets and put out my feelers, asking all I knew, if they knew of anyone moving from our neighborhood and if I could get the landlords information. We responded to listings that would move us out of our neighborhood but thought maybe we could save some money. What I learned in all of this is a bit disheartening. Some of it you might not even believe, but believe me, like I say, I can’t MAKE this stuff up.
It was like I couldn’t give my money away. And I was trying…very hard. Landlords who knew their homes were becoming available, didn’t yet know what they wanted to charge, but they wouldn’t tell me what the current rent was because they wanted to increase but they didn’t want me to know by how much. But they were “good landlords” they fixed the “big” things but not little things, like dishwashers. Ummmm, no thank you. I didn’t even bother to go over the definition of “good” with them.
Perhaps my favorite is the gentleman who, after learning where we currently live, won’t rent to us because he didn’t think we would be happy in his house after living in this neighborhood. Are YOU kidding me, buddy? What part of I have 60 days to relocate my family and your house keeps my Johnny in the same school did you NOT understand? Perhaps you don’t know exactly what I will do for that boy! And his brothers!
Saving the best for last…ding, ding, ding, we have a winner! Finally, I find a beautiful house, in my neighborhood and I am Johnny on the spot, first phone call, on her door step, deposit in hand, completed life history for application. Great, all looks great. Then a couple of days later she informs me she is not taking my check yet, or anyones. Me, “I thought you indicated you would rent to us?” Her, “Weelll, we’ve decided that my husband wants to review all the applications and then talk to everyone.” “But I’ll pray about it and you do to.” “Don’t worry, you’re at the top of the list.”
And with that, I had my moment, not my perfect moment, but a defining moment. Something snapped, in a good way for once, and I got mad one too many times. That is it, I hit my limit. I will never again put myself in a position to beg for help in finding a place to live, or for the “privilege” of renting a home. I will never put anyone else in that position either.
The praying landlord questioned if the timing of the move to her home would be too much for me. I am not to be underestimated. Lady, you have no idea what I am capable of. When it comes to my boys I will do anything in my power to do what is in their best interest. And right now, that is continuity. I have lost count of how many schools Johnny has been to since he was 2 so that tells me it is too many. His teachers “get him” and so do the kids. Like I said, I have worked for 11 years to be able to write that sentence. Oh yeah, and much to his dismay, he gets to be on swim team. I learned, I can’t explain the value of this to others. But it is important to me and that is all that matters. We have had enough upheaval to last a lifetime, and we are done.
In that moment, I learned that even when it feels like I can’t get knocked any lower, I can. Then, much to my surprise I learned that just when I thought it was impossible, I dug a little deeper and found my fight, my spirit.
Yes, I also learned to balance myself a little better in that saddle, reduce the chances of another WHOA, WHAM incident.
So, here I am, getting back on the horse. This time with my piggy bank. Cause now I have to go on down to my local lender and see how much of a down payment I can get out of this little piggy.