Broad Shoulders - General

When I first started school and mind you this is pre-k, I was already one very confident person but that was all personality and character NOT regarding or understanding that being confident about your body was another level and another layer of confidence. So, my Catholic private school had school uniforms and grade pre-k thru 1st grade you had to wear this jumper skirt that was over a white specific style shirt and then white socks and a specific brand of shoes (that all boys and girls would have to wear). At that age group it was white Keds tennis shoes.

You might be wondering what that has to do with this post? Well, I never paid attention to my physical attributes until much later in life and it was only because of others pointing it out. So, one thing began to become obvious to me because of how shirts or sports jerseys used to fit me. I didn't have some delicate physique nor was a puny thing, small but tall and able bodied. Then my sister would pinpoint my tomboy phase with my broad shoulder and that's where it started. Growing up in junior high and then into high school I knew I never looked completed docile, and my broad shoulders were always a factor. I actually really liked my high school uniform because it was an elegant style, sporty when desired, and it was a style that allowed me to actual "feel" feminine for a change. 

Broad shoulders was always a thing in my life, always a challenge for outfits whether in high school or in college. It was always trying to because my mother and sister would try to provide me outfits that I didn't like but that would "help you look good with your broad shoulder". I knew then and know still now that it was all with good intentions with probably the thoughts that it, I wouldn't be concerned but the fact it was something I didn't have a problem with, and others tried to insist on clothing that would be more flattering to my physique...it all went into another direction.

After many trials and errors as well as personal reflection and my life circumstances it was blatantly evident to me (but not to everyone else apparently, because of course at the time they didn't know that I was going to be married let alone also have kids). It didn't matter what exercises I did to lean out, stay toned, have muscle, and it also didn't matter what foods I was consuming either. I finally decided to accept what was mine. I also secretly liked how strong I was physically for lifting and weights so I knew it would be something for a reason.

With the deadbeat father I sadly chose for my kids the broader shoulders helped in my life as a mother. Not just the first time but especially more so when the second little one came into the world. I was always trying to ensure that my arms could hold them both, I strove to make sure that my arms and hands wouldn't be weak to hold them both whether at the same time or when I was with one and the other. It was a promise I made to myself not just once but twice during my emotional nights. I would pray and work at always having a solid hard grip, that the muscle memory in the arms as well as my wrists would be strengthened and challenged. To hold my precious gifts in my arms, carrying one in the front and back at the same time, or in whatever way fits. I will try what I can do maintain the strength that God gave me physically. Not many women are powerful in their lower and upper body, well naturally and without body building or bulking up of some kind. It's part of my motherhood strength and not a flaw. 

Embrace your shape by learning how it defines you and not how the world defines it. You'll be not only happier that way, but you'll know how to make it a part of what makes you attractively unique. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder-specifically speaking that's supposed to you your one and only that is.

Sincerely,

A Distinct Woman 

The Upside - Movie Recommendation

So, if you're looking for a good movie that has the potential of hitting you personally on a few levels or aspects than this is a movie for you to watch. It's also a plus that it's a true story so it leaves you even more in wonder.

It will give you moments of sorrow, laughter, joy, self-reflection as well as some solid angry moments as well. I enjoyed the characters interactions and their growth from their personal struggles. It was a good movie-so if you haven't seen it or read it! I encourage and recommend it!

Sincerely,

A Distinct Woman

Tradition + New Family Heirlooms - General/Family

"My Darling girls - never ever apologize to the world for the fierce fire burning in you. The fire that rips across the horizon, illuminates paths, and is a beacon of hope as well as light for those that pass you by or come to know you. Let people be hypnotized by the light rising of your inner flames. Their water can't stop you and their structures can't contain you. Go ahead and Burn."

As the years continue to go by, I come to realize more and more that the things that matter and core beliefs/values remain lost in society or are slowly being wiped out altogether. It's almost as if evolving in this world takes away the beauty and wonder of growth, where instead of building on the core foundation a person should have, it's reconstruction and basically changing your entire "appearance." to fulfill the agenda of the market or that of whatever movement is being publicized. Family traditions and heirlooms are now rare or close to non-existent ideologies and goals. Values are focused on self-satisfaction/gratification, not something associated to lineage and hard work earnings to pass down for one's family history. Shoot not even teenagers now adays have the understanding of their own family lineage or ancestors not to mention they have no involvement or notion of their heritage. 

So where do you stand? Are you a person who knows their ancestry and heritage or do you live in the shadows of society by only what you are told and see, that to fit in you should be/act/live a certain way? Do you have any traditions from your faith, heritage, or ancestry? If you're answer is no or you don't know, have you even bothered to take the time and investigate or perhaps figure out if you want to retain any? If you're answer is yes but you don't follow them or practice them, then why not? Is there something that you can tweak to retain the tradition or perhaps make it a new one? A newer evolved tradition with your spin or the newer aged family members spin to it. Maybe I should've started with whether or not you even know what all those things mean/are? It might seem like a stupid question, but you'd be surprised (if you haven't bothered to look or notice already) how stupid the current teenage generation is and the very few who are wanting to make more out of themselves-not just monkey see and monkey do, but that's a post for another day. The point is, let's break it down before I get into my story. 

When you look up "tradition" its definition is broken up into subcategory definitions based on (1) social/cultural, (2) familial, (3) religious, and (4) institutional. "Tradition" is from the Latin word tradere which means "to hand over"; so, it's a belief or custom passed down within a group or society from generation to generation. Whether people know it or believe it, but traditions tend to allow people a sense of purpose or identity, which is why I find it interesting how the younger individuals of the world have just lost their way because they have no faith foundation and they definitely have no tradition to carry down...let's rewind and go back to (1); this is where community traditions come into play like events/holidays or celebrations as well as culinary practices. (2) rituals that are unique to the household like game nights or event practices like when to open presents at a birthday celebration or specifically unique household rituals. (3) religious traditions are born from doctrines, ceremonies, and oral as well as written texts; however, all of these are typically passed down by the faith or within the faith but that doesn't mean you can't ADD more to it within your own households as well. For example my household goes to Mass at least (2) other days out of the week outside Sunday as well as attending Eucharistic Adoration - we've been doing it since even before my children were born and I still did it even with them being in arms, strollers, and finally walking - although I also never had my kids running around, screaming, or making a fuss in adoration either! They always knew better after the ONE time they both tried (in separate events and ages of course). Any who...and lastly there's the institutional one, which more are more from professional, academic, and even legal long-standing settings and practices - kind of like graduation gowns and hats. 

Now what's the difference between ancestral traditions compared to that of traditions from your heritage? The ancestral part is based off of biological as well as genetic lineages, so basically who you are a descendent from whereas heritage promotes the cultural, traditional, and historical legacies passed down to you. Which brings me to the reason for this post...

My mother was so hopeful in having keepsakes for my sister and I from our life events to provide us with as well as hand down should we to ever have children of our own. Well though my mother wanted to do that for our baptism dress it didn't happen. However, when my sister found this beautiful, designed dress even without a thought to more children I wanted to ensure it was well kept should my oldest want it for herself and any future family God would provide her. So, I followed a family and religious tradition to where we wanted to make sure that a baby baptism was done - but I will also say I felt in my heart that even if it wasn't a tradition I was going to ensure my baby was baptized in the Catholic faith-the same faith that saved me and brought me consolation and peace during my before, during, and post my pregnancy...

How silly we are to believe that we have truly any control of children because though I was learning the man who had been the sperm donor for the first, well though I was praying and close to my Lord how or why the second pregnancy came along I'm not sure. I feel with deep conviction that the first was to save my soul but the second...I strongly feel was more to save his soul and he didn't take it-but the Lord knew I wouldn't deny life and my oldest would have the closest thing to a best friend if I raised them right. So, the baptism dress would be and was used once more. My second child used it and was something sweet and heartwarming to see as their mother...

Fast forward and we are now at the First Communion for my oldest. I already had in mind the same intent for the dress but because of the literal acceptance, want, and will of the person going through First Communion, whoever used it after my first child-it would be an option to have and use NOT a requirement. Which made me think of the following. So, when we were shopping for dressed, I was asking both my daughters regarding the dress that we would buy. If they both liked, it than it would work as something to hand down again. It was an Amazon dress, (of all things I know) and though I spent a while searching I thought it was uniquely suited for both my girls. It was beautifully designed at the top without all these crappy styles of spaghetti straps, no sleeves, tank tops, open backs, etc. I was seriously getting upset shopping for the dress I'll admit! Though beautiful it was a little too simple than even I was used to growing up and having my First Communion, so we had a seamstress fix the bottom of the dress to create a more elegant touch.  

To have each separate event be something special for my daughters the twist I did was that they each would create their own veil for the special event. 

They each picked out their own veil material and because it was both a tradition and heirloom in my eyes for them, the dress would be shared with each other however the veil because of their choosing would pertain to them each individually so that if God called them to wed they had the option to already use the veil that they designed. Since they were "marrying" Christ in their hearts to be accepting in the committed of receiving the Holy Eucharist, then if God called them to get married, they had something both old and unique to their faith life journey to use for their ceremony. 

My oldest chose a more poofy design with already the head covering attached. She chose not only the border but also the additional material it was to be sown on; the seamstress did a beautiful job! While my other daughter wanted something detailed but simple. She chose one style material, but the seamstress ensured that it would be on a clip for the hair so it wouldn't move AND she didn't want the bridal cover material on it yet, so for her specifically, should she choose to wear that veil if God calls her to marry than she has to have that additional veil piece sown on. The point is they both have something that they took a part in, and it was be used and remembered until we all die...

Hopefully my post made you think of some of your own traditions, perhaps creating new ones or evolving old ones. Either way there's something heartwarming to share in traditions with your children whether they are both or full grown.

Sincerely,

A Distinct Woman 

Dating in High School? - General/Family/Relationships

So, I'm going to give fair warning to all my readers on this one, because it's a topic I feel very strongly about. I'm sure you all have your own opinion and what you feel is logical reasoning behind whether you're a "pro-date in high school" or a "don't date in high school".

As I write and you read I would like to point out that you need to also bear in mind, this strong opinion with conviction and religious belief intertwined is not only how I feel currently (especially as a mother of daughters) but it's actually also how I felt back when I was IN high school, I just have the ability to articulate and provide resources that I wasn't able to back then. 

The society states that dating in high school provides emotional support when they’re away from home, companionship, and improved social skills (and dumb parents eat into this concept-yes you heard me parents who allow their immature adolescent children to date in high school are dumb) it brings more drama, intense emotional stress, and distractions from academics and life/career preparation. For emotional support a high schooler has already their parents (even if again SOCIETY pushes that parents won't understand or be able to align with what a teen is going through), siblings, and whomever they consider to be their best friends. So, is a boyfriend/girlfriend even really necessary? For companionship you have again best friends or fellow fun group/individual classmates, siblings (like how my daughters say they’re each other’s best friends), or shoot even pets! Is a boyfriend/girlfriend again, needed? Now for the societal "improved social skills" I really have to laugh at parents who are stupid enough to believe this because guess what they’re doing practically (or should be unless their schooling is that lazy, they're on electronics only) ALL day for social skills at school? SOCIALIZING! They're amongst the student body, their high school counselors, coaches, trainers, general and all miscellaneous school staff (cafeteria staff or volunteers); but a boyfriend/girlfriend is important for their development in high school...YEA - okay! (insert sarcasm here please) If you're a concerned parent with your teenagers' level of social skills than take them out to public events or better yet, a controlled environment like those of volunteer work where they can be among their own age group as well as with both younger and older individuals. Now THAT'S true development or shoot, make your kids get an actual job. And NO, I'm not talking about some lame in family babysitting where you basically already babysit your younger siblings or cousins at family functions and holidays already. A boyfriend/girlfriend is NOT teaching anything outside of curiosity of things the teenager would probably be too embarrassed about to converse with parents to begin with! Parents should hopefully be competent or at least knowledgeable observant enough to know when their child is mature enough for certain conversations, so instead of leaving it for the school systems to explain to your kids about their bodies, do the explaining and reinforce that certain things are severely not okay and neither is the attempts to fulfill curiosity because the effects or repercussions are non-reversible. If you're a parent with morals and that has taught as well as practiced a faith life home, then it's actually easier to be able to do this and to have the teenagers explore what they can't understand yet. Now this next part might sound bad, but the statistics and data are intriguingly alarming...for homes with no morals or faith life balance having the kids already thinking of sex and masturbation and physical exploration with the opposite sex is far higher than those who have a moral understanding to not offend/anger God. Don't start harping on the "anger God" if you're a Bible only reading, honk if you love Jesus' individual because there's another post I'm dedicating to that alone so keep let's just put a pin there for another day ;)   

Now don’t get me wrong, do I believe in couples being high school sweethearts and then lasting into old age-heck yes! Both as a romantic at heart and knowing that there are exceptions to even my convictions with the will of God - BUT what everyone fails to realize is that THOSE couples who are high school sweethearts (which is a less than a 2% ratio) have what key ingredients in their personality/character for their high school relationship to be successful and then flourish?...they both individually have stern boundaries and personal convictions that are then shared because they both realized they have the same view on it (family life and social circles), deep shared history of faith, sharing and being both emotional mature, MATURITY altogether, AND their individually discovered but jointly shared views on working hard with a future together NO MATTER WHAT. Is it wrong to date in high school, no but there is only so much caution you can do before you're sucked into the idea because you could find yourself relating your worth to whether or not someone wants to date you or worse that your happiness

during high school hinders on whether or not you even have a boyfriend/girlfriend...So here are now my five reasons I believe it IS NOT a good idea.

1.)      If you’re too busy dating than you aren’t taking the time to even figure yourself out! Your personal goals for your academic life and/or your future career, the familial relationships you currently have that you’re wanting to nurture and grow or have more profound bonds in, spiritual goals if you have any, relational relationships like the new friends you’ve made or are making or the ones now growing more - so you get to do more in having fun and being with the group/s whether big or very small. My group was always a group of four and that included me, because I felt that each of us would always be paired up with another. I had (1) solid best friend that was a female and (1) solid best friend who was a male and that I had no interest in dating. Meaning I never thought he was attractive or "cute". The reason behind this for me personally was because the male friend was someone who understood me and my convictions and could measure up to be a solid boyfriend if WE ever felt like we wanted more, but because our friendship began solidly without dating in mind HE became the eyes to helping me gage or compare to in likings in case I was ever interested in someone. If my best friend wouldn’t treat me a certain way and I wouldn’t tolerate things from my best guy friend, then there was no way in hell I would want to tolerate it from a guy I was going to be interested in dating; SO if I was ever interested and blinded my best guy friend I knew would step up to the plate and call me out on it and let me know that it wouldn’t be a good fit...Figuring yourself out also means taking the time to look at all the marriages and romantic relationships in your family-what do you like and don’t. Is there something you notice that you don’t like in one of those romantic relationships that you would never want to happen to you - you now begin to structure your own dos and don’ts and convictions for relationships (especially if you never had them before).

2.)       Unnecessary stress and drama for sure! Sweet lord I remembered my freshman year and how quickly news got around about someone's break up if it was over the weekend, come Monday morning and then if the couple broke up at school in the morning, then by lunch the entire school knew! I was relived and it affirmed for me that while they were too busy working about stupid crap like that I got the option of choosing my favorite pair of shoes to buy, or new outfit, or getting my nails done, or sometimes my dad would let one of us choose the weekend splurge restaurant whether fancy or not so I had the whole week to decide and I was always excited for soccer weekends! I was focused more on the aspect of what I heard at freshman orientation - fix your schedules right and your programs then junior and senior year you could technically only be at school for half the day - DONE! That was the only incentive I needed and shoot I loved school (still do! Love to learn.) Then I remember sometimes seeing these group of girls helping whoever got dumped or did the dumping being a little emotional and they would block her to cover up her tears - great female support group BUT the heartache and emotional battle could've been avoided altogether! By something as easy as not dating...how embarrassing too that whoever you dated was news to everyone and then would circulate to the next "catch of the week" or month I suppose. 

3.)        Relationship and Personal Standards - No self-reflection on romantic relationship expectations and conversations. I knew I was mature for my age even when I was 8 but I wasn’t going to go pretending that I was emotionally mature for dating in high school! Dating involves emotions and I already knew emotions took a toll on a person and the body. If my own parents didn’t meet and date and get married until their early 20’s what made me realistically think that I would find my high school sweetheart and be done. Besides how could I know what I wanted in a boyfriend if I didn’t even know what my likes and dislikes were or how I felt regarding certain pressure points of having a relationship (family, sex, faith, academics, and future life). I could safely and securely observe both the relationships of the family, those of the teachers I respected, and especially of all the classmates who I thought were idiots in dating so soon and changing boyfriends/girlfriends out like if it was candy sale at the grocery/department store! As open as my parents were about relationships to their extent and upbringing, they knew that I would ask specifically people outside of them (2 specific adults at school who they knew, my uncles, and also my sister). I knew I needed to take the time to focus on what my non-negotiables were and what I would never allow from a boy...

4.)        Emotional Maturity is not even fully developed. Like I mentioned above I knew that though I was always mature for my age that I would or could risk having my emotional bank used up and/or dried up. I mean the ties to what I was witnessing was girls willing to change their wardrobes and hair color and piercings (or attempt to) and likes/dislikes, friends, etc. I knew it was wrong back then but not until NOW did I realize how wrong. Then their eating habits which turned into eating disorders and then drama and stress turning into mood swings and medications and depression...lordy that was all too much and all because they could’ve been happy campers by themselves like I was. As is in freshman year I was blessed to learn about the stages of life and characteristics because it only reinforced how my
parents were raising me and what my belief was; adolescence is from 10 years old to literally 24! So, I figured I wouldn’t attempt to date until I matured more emotionally (coping mechanisms and emotional regulations) and probably look at senior year or preferably until I was actually in college to actually spend thoughts or time on dating. I mean come on, boys already are slow at maturity, but parents are willing to bank the kids' futures on NO emotional maturity too! Like I mentioned already once before, are there exceptions to this thought process, hell yes there is BUT I'm almost positive that ended before this year's senior class is graduating! (Should this be read months or years later, this post is on May of 2026.)

5.)        Physical pressures of relationships even in high school. I knew that if I wanted what my parents had and actually the couple I romanticized more about was that of my mom's parents' marriage, then I was aware of something special and I had to understand what that meant. I didn’t want to risk trying things even just kissing with some idiot boy who didn’t know the difference between planning an actual date and not just “hanging out”. I already hated men doing this in my adulthood but yes, I had already disliked it back witnessing and hearing the "dates" back in high school too. If you want to hang out with someone you don't need a boyfriend/girlfriend for that, why the hell do you have friends then! Whether they're of the same sex or not! I didn’t want to risk my kisses or body (any of it) on some boy who couldn’t even keep up with his own hygiene and acne or a boy who wouldn’t even try to stand out from the high school typical mold. If I knew I wanted to be a different niche from the high school norm than my boyfriend had to be too. What that means is that I already knew I wanted to and was set on my experiences either being with my boyfriend who was or would also be my best friend, that would move into being my fiancé, to then be my husband. The timeline didn’t matter as long as we were sure and committed to it! (Too bad I thought to compromise later in college...but that's neither here nor there and definitely different post topic altogether.)
 
Perhaps the real question for you should be do YOU know the difference between dating someone you like and actually dating your best friend. The intent/meaning behind dating is to one day marry so one would want to and strive to date and marry their best friend. Or better yet do YOU really even know what your non-negotiables are and what the actual expectations of a relationships are?...if you're a parent reading this and you don't know where your kids stand-hell that says something about your parenting and NOT in a good way. If your teens reading this post because you like to pretend you're an adult and bypassed the 18+ years entry to my blog I have, and you don't know how to answer these questions, then my dear adolescent child-YOU should NOT be dating or thinking of dating...
 
Here below are a few resources I thought would be good reads, so enjoy!

"The teens who don’t date in high school have proven to have an overall better life as well as a more successful future outcome."
https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/living-single/201910/teens-who-don-t-date-socially-behind-or-socially-skilled
 
The pros and cons of dating while in high school.
https://lionstale.org/11800/opinion/pro-con-high-school-relationships/
 
Sincerely,
A Distinct Woman

St. Bernard of Clairvaux Dallas (Reminiscing) - General

If you live in Dallas, TX or even in any of the surrounding rural or suburbs, St. Bernard of Clairvaux is a place to send your children! If you're a practicing Catholic and a family of faith in the Catholic Church, even better because this is the school for you!

So, to the class of 2004, this is for you and though we don't have our wall anymore our school is still doing so well and doing so much more for its students and Parish community! They have invested improvements that make it feel so different but the core and shell of the school as well as the church is still the same. I will admit it was sad to see that it was gone especially since I was the person from my 8th grade class who put the design together and had it approved. I also coordinated how everyone would accomplish/finish out their square in the puzzle piece masterpiece.

The school has more nun presence not only for religious aspects but as teachers so it's nice to see. The faith base is more boldly integrated instead of having staff that are respectful educators who are Christian but don't believe in the Catholic teachings and practices. Though the teacher's prior were really great and I loved my years in the school, seeing the changes makes you want to sign up and be a student again!

The Catholic Church is still connected and a quaint worship space, but the renovations that they've done to the surrounding areas and parking is really nice to see as well. My 8th grade class prayer garden is still beautifully kept and well taken care of as well. The clergy for the Parish is a very solid group of men with energy, boldness, joy, and passion for the faith and in teaching the congregation!

If you haven't been to a Mass here or visited, you should! 

Sincerely,

A Distinct Woman 

Volkswagon Frisco - General

I may have bought my Atlas at another location but the Hendrick Volkswagon Frisco off of 121 in Frisco is one I would recommend for anyone! Whether you’re window shopping, decisive in your decision to purchase or lease, and on their service center as well as personnel throughout their facility.

Correction I was leasing my vehicle and than decided to turnover into a purchase note and they were awesome. They made a wish and need a reality especially as a single mother needing her one and only transportation. 

It’s been a few years now in servicing my vehicle at their location and I wouldn’t think of servicing anywhere else. I’ve already recommended their location various times as well as some of theiiir personnel to work with. This is a location that you won’t regret. 

Their facility is clean and welcoming and where other dealers have voltures that circle around you or tend to be like butter on bread (for lack of a better term) just to make a sale, I personally never got that feeling and that for me is another great recommendation for anyone I know.

So whether you’re just looking at the market for a new vehicle or even some of their pre-certified ones, theirs is a location you won’t regret making the move to or stopping at for any of your vehicle needs. 

Sincerely,

A Distinct Woman

Family Boundaries/Rules/Respect & Motherhood (October in 2017) Finale - General/Family Life/Relationships

When I had originally created this post, my goal was to share a testimony to other ladies of how your spouse/partner shouldn’t handle things in addition to providing enlightenment of what should NOT be tolerated. I was reflective and striving to write something void of emotion and just telling a story AND describing/conveying emotion. So, trying to keep the original content in place the text that’s bolded are what I’ve now added or created.

 Family Boundaries/Rules/Respect & Motherhood (October in 2017)…CONT.

Unfortunately, my bladder didn't think it necessary to let me sleep more than after 7:30am; so there I went to use the bathroom with my daughter and husband deep asleep in their beds...I heard my husband's phone go off once while I was still in the bathroom-it had sounded like a text message. I managed to tuck myself back in bed beside my daughter and figured I would have more time to sleep. A good amount of time later my husband's phone goes off again with another text message or text messages received reminder. My husband gets up from the bed, taking his phone with him into the bathroom. The only thing I could fathom at that time was that maybe it was about work or that his family wanted to see us before everyone headed back to their regularly scheduled lives. NOPE I was being hopeful because that wasn't the case at all. It was closing in on 9am already and my husband said he was going to go meet his grandparents out in the lobby area, still thinking nothing of it I told him to tell them good morning and that if our daughter woke up, I would take her down there. In the meantime, though I was hungry I still hadn't had anything to eat or drink. Again, only the cup of coffee in the hotel room and my husband made no offer to bring me or my daughter anything as he was stepping out of the hotel room.

My husband returns to our hotel room while I'm already dressed but starting to get things picked up (as much as I possibly could without creating additional noise from the tasks). Double checking here and there so that we don't leave anything behind and I start to pack up our daughter's things after taking out her wardrobe and items to refill her baby bag and get her dressed (basically get her stuff ready for the traveling day ahead). So, he's in the room and doesn't ask just informs me that he's arranged and already asked his grandparents if he can ride with them to the service that was going to be at 10:30am, since his mother was requesting everyone this morning. I don't know if I had mentioned it before but just a minor recap - according to my husband's mother, her only request instead of receiving gifts was having her family attend service at their church the day after their wedding (Sunday). Something she's never bothered to ask of anyone before or even made a big deal about in her Sunday agenda whether she's visiting, traveling, or in her own town where she lives...that's great for her if this is a new turn around and something she wants to be doing but considering that the time for service wasn't coordinated or even mentioned prior to our departure from their home last night I was getting a little unsettled at the news. But what was worse for me, was that when this request was mentioned before I had already told my husband that it was fine for us all to attend but that our daughter and I needed to attend Mass first (as we're the ones who are practicing Catholics and active practicing religious individuals) before we were to go to the service his mother was requesting; I had even gone to the extent of finding early Masses for the convenience of HIS family. SO, now back to the hotel room...

My husband says that he can just ride to with his grandparents to the service because they said they were happy to take him since he had already asked them; as our daughter was still at that time sleeping and he wasn't going to wake her up. Mighty nice of him some would say BUT he's forgetting that our checkout is at 11am, his wife is still sick and sounds like she's getting worse, and on top of all that packing up our stuff and having to load the vehicle is also a priority before checkout. His response when I said all this was simply, "I'm finishing packing up my things right now and almost done. I can already put my stuff in the truck already and since our daughter is asleep when she wakes up you and her can just meet up with us after, my grandparents will probably be driving home after service and saying their good-bye's." I retorted sarcastically about how yes; I could do it all since I wasn't sick or felt sick and that he could go with his family because I wasn't going to be "the bad person" who didn't allow you to go to church with your family. He packed his stuff in his truck, came back to the room to leave me the truck keys, and walked out of the hotel room, not even kissing or saying bye to our daughter.

If you as the reader still don't see a problem with all of this and what's to follow, then you need a new set of life glasses and priority/moral compass. My daughter groggily awakes a little bit after my husband leaves the room but she's very lethargic and doesn't even want to move from the pillow, she's beckoning me to the bed to snuggle up with her and lay beside her not giving a care to the cartoon on the TV or the fact that her father isn't in the room with us. After about ten minutes or so, I get up from the bed and bring her things to her; give her some water, some of her fruit snacks (because I don't like administering medicine even over the counter medicine to an empty stomach), edible items she didn't really even want to eat and pushed away after eating a handful, then began changing her clothes. Once she was clothed in her outfit, she tucked herself back into the blankets and leaned against the pillow and started to close her eyes again. I felt awful because I knew we would soon have to move and walk towards the truck. I carried my luggage suitcase, my daughters luggage bag (placed on top of my luggage case), the baby backpack (loaded for the trip and day), and my photography backpack with my equipment and laptop, then my purse; of course all this in my right hand while my daughter is in my arms on my left side (mind you she was still not walking at this time). We exited the hotel towards the back exit, as we had a handicap room immediately next to the exit door and back parking. 

The back parking and exit of the hotel backed up into a semi rest stop, where the semis and their trailers parked. We walked to the truck, and it was already very hot and humid; my daughter was curled up into my arm and neck just fighting going back to sleep while I was already sweating from carting all of the stuff and making sure nothing dropped. Opened the truck and turned it on so it would start to cool off; placed my daughter into her car seat and then loaded the truck. Once I got inside the truck, I immediately locked the doors and got my seat situated for the drive. It was now 11:08am and I was searching for the nearest Catholic Mass on my iPhone through a Catholic Mass app; which at this point my husband had already texted me saying he was with his whole family and in service-with my simple response of "k". I didn't know the area we were in, nor had I ever traveled enough or to (by choice) into Louisiana period. So, the GPS was our guide, and we would be able to catch an 11:30am mass based off of the app and GPS. I looked through the rearview mirror to make sure my little one was ready to go and the look she gave me about broke my heart; I smiled and put on her classical music through the Bluetooth capability of the truck, and I could feel quiet tears roll down my cheek.

I like to think that my daughter and I had our guardian angels with us that day because of what happened from the moment we arrived at the Catholic Church's address. It was already in the mid 80s temperature wise, and my fear was that I would have to walk far with my daughter in my arms, but we managed to park ourselves in a parallel parking spot literally in front of the main entrance doors to the church. I smiled in relief and started to unbuckle my daughter. I noticed that outside the main entrance were volunteer ushers greeting those entering the church and one of them I guessed noticed me (as I was on the sidewalk and now within their view) as I climbed into the truck and climbed back down with my daughter in my arms, asking if I needed help with anything. I kindly declined, appreciating their offer but also unsure considering that I was by myself in an unknown neighborhood and location. We walked into the church, and I took notice of the layout, exits, and where the restrooms were. I needed to make sure I knew where the restroom was because I was already having a lot of congestion and problems breathing correcting through my nose that I knew I would at some point have to make a run for the restroom or especially to change the baby's diaper. That's when I noticed that the chapel was connected to the church and was used for Sunday masses as the "crying room" (basically where parents take their kids to supposedly control them or have them unwind so that the children aren't a disturbance or distraction to the rest of the congregation). We were the only ones there and I sighed once we sat down in the pew. I knew my daughter still felt sick as she didn't make a fuss about sitting against the church pew and next to me, instead of actually being in my arms like usual during Mass.

Three minutes before mass was about to begin and the chapel started to have other attendees-mostly older/elderly individuals-taking their pick of seating. My daughter took notice of three specific older people; you have to understand that my daughter is very particular and specific to who she allows touch her, into her personal space, and more importantly who she graces with her attention (whether a family member/relative). As you can imagine I was intrigued when she tried to get the attention of these three random strangers. The black man who sat behind us was alone and had a wedding band on his hand (something I took note of when he was holding onto his cane) and a veteran cap he removed upon entering the chapel. The older lady with black and white/silver highlighted hair sat diagonally behind us on our left side, she also sat by herself and did not appear to have a wedding band on. Then there was a very elderly woman who sat directly in front of us, two pews ahead of us who had silver hair in an almost beehive fashion; she too sat by herself yet had on a wedding band. Out of about the fifteen people that were in this room these were the only three people who seemed to have caught my daughter's attention. My baby kept trying to play/feed the black veteran behind us and wave at the lady in front of us, while trying to play some kind or form of peek-a-boo with the lady diagonally behind us. There was a moment during the mass that the black man tried to entertain my daughter when she was wanting to cry from having some mucus build up in her throat and nostrils; then another incident right before the transubstantiation portion of the Liturgy of the Eucharist, that had the old black man caressing her little hand that lay on my shoulder while I was kneeling. During the homily of the priest, the lady diagonally behind us was her form of entertainment to make sure she would start doing baby gibberish. The lady in front offered me tissues when I guess my sniffling became a nuisance for the majority of the beginning of the mass but then soon ran out. I remember I was at the point that I was so congested and had so much built up of mucus that I started to choke and had to stand up-not knowing what to do because no one was with me to help me with my daughter in order for me to take care of myself. 

I stood at the end of our pew towards the side exit, where I could visibly see my daughter and be within at least three giant steps of reaching her should something happen while I trying to compose myself. The black man touched my shoulder when I sat back down and whispered that he would make sure that my daughter wouldn't move so I could go get some tissues from the restroom, exactly twenty three steps away from the pew we sat in (something I counted and took note of for myself-thinking that I would be alone in the chapel). It's hard to say why but I took him up on his offer and quickly made a dash for the restroom. Grabbed the paper towels they had (not tissue) as I knew that it would be quicker for me to grab and go back to my daughter and was able to make it back through the same doors before they had even closed when I entered into the restroom. My daughter was calm and content chewing on her little Gerber puffs and trying to still handsome to the black old man behind us. I smiled in relief and as I prayed quiet tears of relief and peace came rolling down my cheeks. The older ladies both said my daughter was a special treat for them in the Mass before they departed and the older man behind us spoke to us for a few minutes before his departure. He mentioned that he was overjoyed with watching my daughter during the Mass and that since he had yet to see his newborn granddaughter (his fifth one to be exact) it only gave him more joy to be sitting behind us; that his reason for sitting by himself in Mass was because his wife was with their daughter helping with the newborn. My little one waved goodbye at all three of these random strangers and curled into the security of my arms once more while I finished my prayers and had tears running down my face.

A different usher offered to help me carry the baby bag to the vehicle as I was holding on to my daughter, but I kindly declined while smiling. Here I was by myself and all of these people out of nowhere were very easily offering to assist me and even more surprisingly, with how my daughter felt and is I was still baffled at her reaction during Mass with the strangers. I could only associate it with our guardian angels watching over us and making sure we were taken care of. Once back at the truck, I placed my daughter back into the car seat and quickly climbed into the driver seat, locking the doors and getting situated. By this time, I had two missed calls from my husband and three texts waiting to be opened on my cell phone. Apparently, all of his family had departed their separate ways post their religious service, and he was with his middle brother at a Cracker Barrel. I called my husband to let him know that I was out of Mass and about to drive but needed the address in order for me to even know where I was going. The moment I left the church parking lot my baby fell fast asleep, and I was starving like crazy-it was 12:50pm...

The part that gets to me the most is that through this entire day my husband doesn't react in the manner in which I assumed he was going to or in the way my expectation of a HUSBAND should. He's married now and his first and only priority (as he made the promise and vow at our wedding) was that he was to always take care and cherish us-WE, my daughter and I are to take precedence over his extended family members and yes even his mother. They like referring to scripture so much, well the same scripture we chose at our wedding was re-read at his mother's wedding; stating how the woman and man leave their homes and make a new home, leaving behind that which they knew. So a good mother would have reminded his son, "it's ok I know your wife and baby girl are sick let's do church together another time," or "if baby girl isn't awake then don't worry, you shouldn't leave them by themselves since baby girl is still sick," or something along the lines of "you're married now son, thank you for trying to come with us to church service but I know that my grandbaby isn't awake and your wife will be needing the help." Whether it was in consideration of me or not, take the mother or mother-in-law portion out of it, a good grandmother who sincerely cared for their grandchild would have the GRAND DAUGHTERS' NEEDS before her own. From this day forward is why I only call that woman "grandma" in front of my daughter for my daughter's sake and use words like my "husband's mother" or when I talk to my husband directly "your mother."

Oh, but don't worry my husband wasn't off the hook by any means because almost the entire drive home that day we were at odds and there's no one to blame except himself. I had warned and stated concerns prior to our departure to this wedding. We had one of our biggest arguments, yet where yelling was involved and even, I suspect, if he was given the opportunity might've hit me in frustration since he hit his vehicle's middle console pretty damn hard. Amazingly and thankfully enough, our daughter was so exhausted and sick that she was asleep for almost all of it, except when she woke up at our pit stop and saw/felt her mommy crying (again)...

Also, for the record, my husband finally took us to CareNow the following morning (the Monday after our trip to his mother's wedding) and our daughter was on the verge of bronchitis where I already had it, the main reason why I couldn't shake my symptoms...so let me tell you never again and I know now what I have to do for the betterment of my family.

Sincerely,

A Distinct Woman