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I'm a redeemed child of God and the momma to four vivacious daughters. I'm passionate about finding hidden blessings in the trials of life, living it out in an honest and open way, while encouraging those around me to believe in better.

3 Oct

that time i called the police …

If you’ve read Tuesday’s post and you’re back to read about a paranoid momma calling the police to check in on her daughter, then you’ll either need to be patient, or skim to the end of this post.

First, I wanted to share a bit how Taylor’s doing. I’m not gonna lie, these first couple of weeks, she’s had a pretty tough go of it! To keep things in perspective, we understand these are first world problems – Taylor’s very blessed – but still, when your baby’s alone, away from you, and dealing with responsibilities she hasn’t had before, it’s bound to break your heart a little.

SCAD had a late start, which I’m so very thankful for! We needed that extra month to get things in order and spend some time together while her sisters were in school. SCAD’s student and family orientation started on Friday, the 13th {thinking about it now, maybe that should’ve been our first clue?}, so Taylor and I brought her horse down on Thursday.

We’d been doing some practice with the trailer – without her horse in it – it was like driver’s ed all over again! When the time came, she was fairly comfortable and ready to load the horse and drive it down to Savannah herself. She followed me most of the way. I really didn’t know it was possible to be all “white-knuckled” when I wasn’t pulling the trailer! Goodness, I was a wreck! But half way down, we both started to relax a little and she did an amazing job.

We got Taylor and “Joe” all settled at their new home {barn} and – given that the SCAD equestrian team tryouts were early Sunday morning – Taylor was asked to set up a lesson for the following day, and the only time available was the start time of orientation.

We said yes, she’d be there. And I started feeling a tad guilty that she’d miss most of Friday’s orientation.

There’s always been a bit of a stigma that riding should come second. Other things should take priority. I remember when she was younger and on a soccer team, she couldn’t make some of the games because of Pony Club events. The soccer coach knew going in that Taylor’s passion and priority was riding, but he made it very clear she was letting the team down each time she didn’t show up to a game and let us know it’s not like she’d be riding forever.

Anyway, when we showed up to check-in for orientation and got instructions on where to go, etc. we apologetically explained that she was going to miss most of the session. He looked at her – in full riding gear – and assured us that riding definitely takes a priority and it was no problem. I was stunned!

Taylor had definitely found her home.

Sunday morning she had her tryout, but Sunday afternoon she’d found out she made the team, Sunday night she had a team meeting she needed to attend, Monday morning she started school, and she’s been running at 100 mph ever since!

Monday, we received a call that Joe {her horse, for those of you skimming} was very, very sick. A belly thing. Belly things with horses can be life threatening for them. One never messes around when your horse has a belly thing. The vet sedated Joe, flushed him full of fluids and started an IV. Joe wasn’t getting any better and they couldn’t control his pain any further, so by that afternoon Joe was taken to the hospital. It was touch and go for a few days, but Joe recovered on his own – no surgery was needed – and we were praising God! The following Sunday Joe was happily back in his stall at the barn.

After that first call with Joe, it’s been one thing after another. I won’t go into all the details, but let’s just say the final straw came when she burned her hands two weeks later by spilling hot soup all over them! I realized then, the enemy is doing everything possible to get my girl!

She was doing her best to not get discouraged, but that night was a low.  I’ve had to remind her that in a very short period of time, her life is completely different!

She has more responsibilities now than she’s ever had, and with that comes extra stress and pressures. I truly believe she loves being at school and is enjoying the experience of it.

But the stress of it all is getting to her a bit more than either of us are comfortable with. I know it’ll take time for her, and I’m confident she’ll continue to find her way. Most of all, I’m so very proud of her and I just wish she’d be a little easier on herself.

SCAD Equestrian Team Places Second at FSU

Annnnnnndddd … if you made it this far and are still interested about a certain mommy-called-the-police story … here goes!

So. Taylor’s phone – like most of us – is her right hand … basically an extension of herself. We were talking one night, maybe her third night away, and she says she has to go because the furniture delivery guys are there. We hang up and I text her a half hour later … with no reply. I was at the Apple store and needed the password to her computer, so I called her … with no reply. I text, I call, I call, I text. For like the next 10 minutes … with no reply.

My heart starts beating faster.

I remember we have an app that shows me her location, and I quickly see she’s at her apartment. I contact her boyfriend, “Have you talked to Taylor?” Turns out the last time he heard from her was the same time I’d last heard from her. Since I arranged the delivery to Taylor’s apartment, I had the delivery guy’s phone number. I called him … with no reply.

My heart was pretty much pounding out of my chest now. It’d been a full hour since I’d last heard from her. I decided to call the police.

They assured me they’d send an officer over right away. After we hung up, it occurred to me I had the delivery guy’s phone number and I was pretty sure the police would need it to trace his phone. So I called back again and explained that to them. They weren’t as patient with me that time. Hmmmm … wonder why?

FINALLY!! Taylor calls. “The police?!?! Really mom!?!”

I burst into tears and I think everything I’d been holding for the last few days was released … well that, and the fact I was a tad relieved to know she hadn’t been hauled off somewhere by the delivery guy!

Turns out she was doing homework in her kitchen, while her phone was silently being charged in her bedroom.

I don’t think either of us will make that mistake again! Her – charging her phone on silent. Me – trying to give the police the delivery guy’s number {cuz a situation just may arise where I think my girl’s in danger and you’d better believe I be calling the po-po for that!}.


Posted in riding, sports, taylor


24 Jun

swim team!

The girls had their first meet this past week!

One of the oddities in NC {well for us anyway, coming from “up nort”} is that swim team starts in the middle of May!  And they take this hard core serious down here!  The meet lasted nearly four hours!  And we even left before it was finished as it was well past bedtime!

The girls displaying which heat and stroke they’ll be doing … are ya lovin’ Wynter’s face on this one?

The club has been sending desperate sounding emails asking for parent volunteers.  We missed the prior weeks meets because the girls were in camps all day … so I was feeling a bit guilty we hadn’t been there and that I hadn’t volunteered.  So sure, what the heck! tired-mama-fresh-from-the-horse-show raises her hand to volunteer.  My job was to time the heats in lane four.  But no worries, half way through I’d be relieved with a second set of volunteers.

Unbeknownst to me … half way meant TWO hours!  I innocently asked another timer how long the meets typically last, and when she replied “four hours,” I was pretty sure I hadn’t heard her right.  Or maybe she didn’t hear the question right.

I was wrong.

The meets starts in the blazing heat of day … and see, down here it actually gets hotter later in the day.  So yeah.  I’m a big ol’ ball of sweat, standing on already worn out feet, timing races.  And … the girls weren’t even in my lane!  I missed their first heat completely.  But figured when relief came, I would see their second and third heats.

But yeah.  That relief?  It never came.  Not for my lane anyway.  How big of a tease is that?  Everyone else is getting relieved and I’m standing there with feet that have fallen asleep.  Literally.  They do that when you have MS and it’s acting up.  :(

Anyhoo … by the second half, I got a little bolder and asked my compadres to cover me while I watched the girls heats and snapped some photos.

This is Wynter diving in for the breaststroke … smooooth.

And this is Piper flailing diving in … um, not so smooooth. ;)  I think my favorite part of the photo though, is Wynter {to the left of Piper} with arms crossed looking at her like she’s nuts.

And this is Wynter struggling with her butterfly … um, definitely not smooth.  And be sure to watch the quick video too {I was able to get that a few weeks ago during a timed trial}.


And then maniac Piper. The first image is from her breaststroke {where she beat her fastest time, ahem}. And the second two were her butterfly … where she forgot goggles. And took a breather to wipe her eyes mid-lane.

Yep!  Them’s my girls!  Not concerned with technique or time or … well, goggles.  They have fun, they’re in the water, they’re together, they get slushies … what else is there?

Have yourselves a great weekend y’all!

{p.s.  it seems like just yesterday that i tweeted this pic!}


Posted in piper, sports, wynter


7 Jan

girls first bucks game

We got back from vacation on Thursday afternoon and decided to take the girls to their first Bucks game on Friday night (don’t they look just so excited?!?)

We left Hunter at home with a sitter and Taylor was with Frank for the weekend.  It was nice having some alone time with just Piper & Wynter.  The game didn’t start until 7:30, which happens to be the girls bedtime.  Needless to say, we only made it through one period.

We had a good time and will be back!  Check out some photos in our album.


Posted in girls, outing, sports