When I was six years old, I stopped believing in Santa. It was Christmas morning when I lost my faith in jolly ol' St. Nick. I wasn't upset - I knew that my brother & some of my friends had stopped believing, but I never thought that I would stop until I woke up Christmas morning with proof.
"Bridget, can you run up to my room & grab the clover bag, please?
"Yes, Mommy."
The last days of my childish innocence are numbered.
I got upstairs to my parents' bedroom. Through the door I could see a million bags! How was I supposed to locate one specific bag?!
"No peaking up there!"
"I'm not! But I can't find a Clover bag, Mommy!"
"Look next to my trunk!"
Mom told me not to peak, but what's wrong with peaking? Mom's not Santa - she doesn't have all my Christmas presents - I wonder if Santa got my letter? I hope I get everything I asked for - What's in this bag? ELMO! - "Did you find it?"
"I found it!"
"Be careful coming down the stairs, please!"
"Yes, Mommy!"
"Thank you! Mommy's little elf! Would you like to help me wrap some presents for your cousins?"
"Okay. Mommy, did Santa get my letter?"
"Yes he did. We need to make sure we leave cookies out for Santa when he leaves presents under the tree."
"What kinda cookies?"
"Whatever kind you want to make for Santa, honey."
Christmas morning came at last. Michael came into my room early.
"Can we go wake up Mom & Dad now?"
"Not yet. Stay in bed a little longer."
"Okay..."
*To be continued*
3.16.2010
Life is all about timing...good or bad
I have The One-Minute Writer to thank for this prompt ("Timing"): I had just started dating my first boyfriend when the guy I had been in love with for years finally asked me to be with him. I'm still not sure if that was good or bad timing.
*This is a little rough around the edges - Please be patient with me as I sort through the emotional disaster it seems to be*
The fall of 2007 was a blissful time in my life. I had just started my sophomore year of college, I had met the boy of my dreams, & my life was finally starting to feel like I was in the right place at the right time. This boy, we'll call him Kevin (see "How Writing Saved My Life"), was my whole world. I was completely enraptured & didn't think anything could ever go wrong as long as we were together. He made me laugh, smile, feel beautiful. I was actually, genuinely happy for the first time in a long time.
Sometime in October of that year, I was talking to a good friend of mine - let's call him Josh - whom I had been in love with since I was 13 years old (I am now 21, you do the math). Now, Josh wasn't the type of boy my parents would ever approve of - he was the bad boy. Which is initially what attracted me to him. He was dangerous & off-limits. But we had been close friends for so long & I had always loved him. Before starting my sophomore year I asked Josh if he wanted to be with me & he said no. His reason was that he didn't want to stand in the way of me meeting someone else.
When I was talking to Josh in October, about a month after I started dating Kevin, Josh told me that he had always loved me & wanted to be with me. Instantly I was furious. I wanted to be with him as well, but he said no to me! He had a window of opportunity & he closed it. I couldn't understand why he would tell me this after I had started a relationship with someone different - after I finally found my happiness. But it also reinforced how much I loved him - just as much as my 13-year-old self.
I was so conflicted. I stopped talking to Josh for a while after that. Kevin found out that Josh was proclaiming his love for me & wasn't too thrilled to know he had some competition for my heart. I went from happy to having to convince the boy I loved that I was with him & only him. Josh's proclamation certainly caused some of the wonderful drama that seems to always find a place in my life. So I did everything I could to focus on my relationship with Kevin.
*This is a little rough around the edges - Please be patient with me as I sort through the emotional disaster it seems to be*
The fall of 2007 was a blissful time in my life. I had just started my sophomore year of college, I had met the boy of my dreams, & my life was finally starting to feel like I was in the right place at the right time. This boy, we'll call him Kevin (see "How Writing Saved My Life"), was my whole world. I was completely enraptured & didn't think anything could ever go wrong as long as we were together. He made me laugh, smile, feel beautiful. I was actually, genuinely happy for the first time in a long time.
Sometime in October of that year, I was talking to a good friend of mine - let's call him Josh - whom I had been in love with since I was 13 years old (I am now 21, you do the math). Now, Josh wasn't the type of boy my parents would ever approve of - he was the bad boy. Which is initially what attracted me to him. He was dangerous & off-limits. But we had been close friends for so long & I had always loved him. Before starting my sophomore year I asked Josh if he wanted to be with me & he said no. His reason was that he didn't want to stand in the way of me meeting someone else.
When I was talking to Josh in October, about a month after I started dating Kevin, Josh told me that he had always loved me & wanted to be with me. Instantly I was furious. I wanted to be with him as well, but he said no to me! He had a window of opportunity & he closed it. I couldn't understand why he would tell me this after I had started a relationship with someone different - after I finally found my happiness. But it also reinforced how much I loved him - just as much as my 13-year-old self.
I was so conflicted. I stopped talking to Josh for a while after that. Kevin found out that Josh was proclaiming his love for me & wasn't too thrilled to know he had some competition for my heart. I went from happy to having to convince the boy I loved that I was with him & only him. Josh's proclamation certainly caused some of the wonderful drama that seems to always find a place in my life. So I did everything I could to focus on my relationship with Kevin.
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