I remember my sister and myself, attending a party years ago; my childhood friend Mark was dating a real hum dinger-no one particularly liked her, but she was honest, in a crippling kind of way. I overheard this observation:
Well, if it isn’t Twisted Sister and Little Bo Peep.
I knew I wasn’t meant to hear her, but I have bionic ears. My husband marvels at the fact that even when the television is playing at a deafening volume, I can hear a tiny field mouse in a bag of chips on the other side of the house; or the kitchen door alarm, dryer buzzer and what the neighbors are discussing at any given moment in time. I kid, of course-I don’t want to know what my in laws talk about, believe me.
Anyhooser, as I was saying, this girl Mark was dating had no clue who she was messing with. My catchphrase used to be-
Don’t F with a mother F-er.
and I had the reputation to boot! I have never taken kindly to the idiocy of some people, and quite frankly? I told people off with wild abandon. But there was a missing link, alas, I could not do the same with the people in my life that needed to be kicked in the ass; and then, later in life? The codependency. In essence, I pick my battles with great care-but I can be one scary bitch if I need to be.
Yes, I have an Irish temper, yet God has carefully redirected my rage via hiking, gardening and Kayaking. I grew up in King of Prussia, Pennsylvania-best known for the Court at King of Prussia. I lived there before the mall, when there was nothing but the Valley Forge shopping center. As I grew closer to graduating from high school, I knew from a place deep down inside me, that I would not stay. The mere thought of running into the cheerleaders who had turned their nose at me for years- in some run down 7-eleven, whilst buying a pack of Marlboro lights. I think you smell what I’m about to step in: I was a wild child.
I was a loner as well, still am, to this day. I could lose myself for hours in the woods-and back then, there was little danger of being kidnapped, bludgeoned or left for dead in the middle of a country road (that happened years later, when I was hit be a drunk on a Harley. I was the drunk on the road) Good times.
As a child, I questioned everything. My poor mother must have wanted to shove a sock in it, on more than one occasion. One day, I was about four (so the story goes) when I stormed into the kitchen and announced that I would one day be living on a farm, and nobody was going to change my mind. It gives me chills that I ended up doing just that.
A farmette, but a farm nonetheless. An outdoor cat colony (thirteen at present) and indoor cat colony of four, and a golden retriever. I live in Amish country, and haven’t returned to King of Prussia since my father passed away-no reason to. I remember sighing with relief, when we made frequent trips to see daddy, once we took our exit on the turnpike. Once you take the girl out of the city? It’s virtually impossible to get her back.
As I have grown in my faith I have learned, and on some level always known, that my peace and joy would come from the simplest of things: a snail shell found in a corn field, the ice formations on maple leaf, the snow fall on a Winter’s day, a spider’s web of antique lace. I recently wondered to myself if I would ever grow up, and the Holy Spirit led me to this bible passage:
How many are your works, Lord! In wisdom you made them all; the earth is full of your creatures. Psalm 104:24
Look at life through the eyes of a child-and there you will see His splendor and majesty.