There are many thing in life I dont think Ill ever truly get use to. Ive adapt as we do as humans, but there just seems to be a missing component, when I wake up in my house alone. Theres something about the peace and quiet that is eerily frightening. I was raised in a house of 8. A mother, 3 sisters, 1 brother, and 2 cousins. Having an extended family just around the corner consisting of a grandpa, a grandma, 14 aunts, 8 uncles, and 54 cousins (on my moms side alone). There was never quiet moments. Peace was the noisy chaos that surrounded me daily. There was someone always talking, laughing, being loud and obnoxious (that was usually me), and offering advice even when it was unsolicited. Through all the noise as a young girl, I learned to internally find my peaceful and quiet place. One of my favorite memories growing up is patiently standing in the dining room at my grandparents house after church waiting for Sunday dinner to come together, along side 80+ people and enjoying all the peace. The sounds of my aunts bustling in the kitchen ordering the teen girls on where to place the food on the buffet, uncles watching football and chattering about who knows what, cousins racing around in and out of the house (getting yelled at by their parents to wash up), and random guests sitting awkwardly through all the chaos trying to talk about worlding things with my grandparents. Haha. My quiet looked very different from most. #ilaughedinsilence My quiet shaped me and I quickly found my comfort zone. It didnt entail being alone in a quiet place, but rather the opposite. I found being the center of my familys world was much more fun and exciting!! I had a natural talent for sports and dance and with my family cheering from the sideline I maximized on it!! Excelling in basketball, track, cheerDance, and whatever else I was doing. I remember at a very young age, my mother doting upon me, proud of the tiny accomplishments I had achieved. Scoring the last basket in community ed ball. Making it 1st across the finish line in fifth grade gym class. Singing carrot stew at my elementary talent show. Singing at a church revival in front of hundreds of people with my church choir - I remember my aunt Lucille (who was also my god mother, may she RIP) grabbed me by the shoulders, came eye level and said (the words so clear, like she said them to me yesterday), if you do good, Ill give you this and she held up a lollipop. Now I know it doesnt seem like a big deal now, but a lollipop to a 6 y.o. meant something (especially when there were about 10 other 6 y. olds wanting the same lollipop. Haha.) Needless to say, I rocked it!!! I was in my quiet place. I took a liking to cheerDance. There was something about being in front of that many people, making them smile that made me calm. Knowing that that very calmness got me through life, I advanced to cheer with an All-America travel squad for 3 years and then topping it off with a season as a Euro-NFL Pro Football cheerleader in Frankfurt, Germany. Needless to say, my quiet was and still is very loud! Moving forward to present. Ive learned quiet comes in many forms. Mine doesnt look like yours and thats ok. With a quiet house, I sing loud and dance crazy, because thats what makes sense to me. Another note taken. Signed me on, waking up with Pandora and dancing around to the beat
Posted on: Sun, 04 Jan 2015 18:48:08 +0000
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