| Friday, January 06, 2006 |
| 3.17.5 |
I Am Now 11...At 11 it was determined that I could take care of all 4 kids left alone. Shoot might as well of done it from the age of 8. At 11 I was already the one who got the kids enrolled in school, made sure they had everything, and took them to church every Sunday. They would not have had any sense of God until I was 11 if I had not got them ready and got them on the bus for church. But now the story is going to change a bit, well quite a bit.
One Sunday, after church, my dad was home, which in itself was weird. Well, I had gone to my room and avoided him all day. I didn''t ever want to be around him. Come dinner time I had to come out and help my mother with dinner. I was walking across the living room and my dad asked me for my little bible. I didn''t want to give it to him and I went to my mother and told her he asked me for it. I was afraid that he was going to prop a window open with it, lol, stupid fear but it was how I felt. My mother told me to go get it for him. So I preceded to do so and when I gave it to him he opened it and started reading it. I was very shocked. I ran to tell my mother what was going on. She just whispered to me, good. It was good. Could things be changing? We got dinner on the table and my dad was actually sitting with us and he said a blessing before we ate. You have to understand that this was so foreign to me that it even caused fear, no matter how good it was, I just was scared. It was too much out of the norm and I was expecting anything at any minute. Over the next few weeks I realized that things were up. My dad was not drinking, he was actually home and eating dinner with us, his drink of choice was coffee, and we had regular blessings at the dinner table. I cannot remember how long it was before we got some very surprising news. My mom and dad sat us down and told us we were moving to southern Missouri and that my dad was going to preach. Holy cow! Now this could not be true, but true it was. By the time I was 12 we were moved. We went to church every Sunday and Wednesday. We even went to special things at church, as a family! Life was looking up. My dad was not beating my mom nor running off with other women. While I was 12 my dad was ordained into the Southern Baptist ministry and got his own church. We were there for a little while and then we moved further south in Missouri to another church. This would be a move that would change our lives more drastically. Oh, one thing more before moving on, I had noticed some changes in my dad. I noticed one time he came home and it seemed like he had been drinking. Later I found out that I was right.
Well we moved and life to me seemed like bliss. My mother was emotionally and physically capable of taking care of her family. My dad was not to be feared so much, although there couldn''t help but be some fear as a residual. I made friends for the first time and had been in the same school for a year and a half before our world was turned upside down again.
To be continued.
March 17, 2005 7:45 AM |
posted by Teressa @ 11:34 AM  |
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