Once upon a time I ugly cried at Aldis. Actually, this has happened more than once. Once I cried tears of joy because our baby’s lawyer called to tell me that every parent/family member that could have taken Jamie away from us had given up all their rights to him. Which meant we would now be able to begin the adoption process. I was picking out cheese when this happened. I got home and realized I must have just been chucking packages of cheese in the cart the entire time I was on the phone, because I had a reusable grocery bag filled to the brim with cheese. I died. But the second time I cried was even uglier. I was listening to a book “Girl, wash your face” by Rachel Hollis. It’s a book all about the lies we believe about ourselves and how to get over them to become exactly who we are suppose to be. Now listen, I didn’t want to like this book. Me and Rach, unbeknownst to her, have a very strained relationship. I’m not always a fan of how she thinks and I’m certainly not a fan of how her freaking ootd’s make me want to go out and shop till the credit card melts in my hand from so much overuse. ANYWAY, I have to admit, I am now back in the Rachel Hollis fan club. Or at least I was, until she made me ugly cry at Aldis. I was going around the produce area. If you’ve ever been to Aldi’s you know that the produce is in a circle in one spot of the store. You really should go around at least 2 times if not 4 times to make sure you see everything that’s available to you. I was on my 3rd trip around and that’s when it happened. I got to the chapter she wrote about a very traumatic event that happened to her when she was a child. I kind of had the thought, hmmm maybe I should wait to listen to this, but I brushed that aside and just prepared myself for what was coming. I could take it….. NOPE I was wrong! Her story cut deep. Like rip my chest open and pull my heart out for everyone there to see it beat for the very last time, deep. And that’s basically what happened. It came on slow at first. I felt some emotion and then, I felt it a bit more. Then it moved to my throat. Next thing you know my eyes were stinging and then it was too late to stop. I just cried. I cried and I tried to hide it. Why I didn’t turn off the book immediately, I will never know. Finally my body caught up with my mind and I paused the book. That’s when I noticed the people. The people everywhere. They were watching me have this crazy emotional breakdown, while holding a bag of green peppers. A sweet lady stopped what she was doing and came up to me, and in the nicest “am I dealing with a crazy person and maybe I shouldn’t provoke her” voice asked, “Are you ok dear?” I just looked at her and said, “These peppers are no good” I forcibly threw the peppers down and walked away, bawling my eyes out. I had about an hour more of shopping to do in that tiny grocery store and so did all the people who witnessed my breakdown. ::sigh::
I was ready to hear this woman’s story of trauma, tragedy, and loss. What I wasn’t ready for was to relate so deeply with it. I wasn’t ready to hear the pain in her voice and I wasn’t ready to feel it in my heart for my little girl self. I didn’t go thru what Rachel did, but my childhood wasn’t pretty. It was broken and full of ugly things that no little girl should ever have to see or endure.
Finally I left and got to finish the rest of the chapter in my van. She went on to tell her story of fear, loss and trauma. How it almost ate her alive and how sometimes she didn’t think she was gonna make it thru to the whole mess of it. Then she said, “But I am still here. And so are you. I am still here because I refuse to let anything or anyone decide what I get to have. I am still here because I refuse to let my trauma have the last word. I am still here because I will not let a nightmare have more power than my dreams. I am still here because I didn’t allow the hard time to make me weak; I willed it to make me strong.” Yes. yes and yes and amen and all the praise hands in the air!
When I think about all the obstacles I’ve had to cross to get to who I am today, its overwhelming. And when I think about who I could have been if I allowed those obstacles to get in my way and rule my life, it’s staggering. When I start to list the things that I’ve gone thru in my life one by one, they pile up to this gigantic pile of ugly. It looks like too much for one person to ever handle. I could definitely be a victim and with just cause. But I decided to be a survivor. I decided to be better. I decided to not let that one part of my timeline, rule the rest of my life. Like Rachel Hollis said. “I am still here. And so are you”
I believe there was another one you cried ugly in Aldi’s. There was time that we were there together and having a great time shopping like we always do when we are together. You got a call from the lawyer saying that the judge had given her one another chance. You broke down and i was so awkward. It was odd for me because I’m usually so good with helping people when they are upset. This is the time I felt I had failed you as a best friend.
You my best friend are so amazing. You have helped me in more ways then you know. Knowing that you have been through so much worse then me and yet still managed to become this beautiful person that you are has helped me to get through some tough times in my own life. You have helped me to not allow myself to completely fall apart and to pick myself up and grow from it.
You, my dear best friend and sister at heart are the strongest and most incredible person I know. Thank you for allowing yourself to be vulnerable and sharing your life with not only myself, but the entire world. I love you!
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Beautiful Anna. Just beautiful. I am sorry your childhood was rough and broken. No kid should ever live that way. My childhood was horrible also (although not in the same way I’m sure), and it is taking me a long time to deal with my ugly. Still dealing with my ugly towards a dead man who took my entire childhood and stomped on it.
But I love that you turned negative in positive with your kids. We have to stop the ugly cycle. I tried to do that with my kids and think I have succeeded.
So proud to see you and your kids growing with Christ and with joy in your lives. Stay strong Anna! And keep inspiring people with your life, music, writing and teaching. The world needs a little help, and it looks like your are doing just that.
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