Good Medicine

Summer is almost over. Sort of. In Texas summer doesn't end until like October...so Summer season is still here...but school starts in one week from today.

I've had an awesome week. I took Carmen to her 15 mo check up today. It went great. She's doing wonderful. We switched pediatricians. If you don't follow me on Fb, then you don't know the drama I've had the last month or two w my kid's doc. To make a long story short...our pediatrician, whom we had seen for almost a decade, dismissed us from his practice because I told a nurse to "do her job" when she refused to do further testing on my other daughter who had a 104 temp for 4 days straight. Anyway, as disappointing as it was, we got our medical records from his office and searched for another doc. His office manager (who I am convinced, may be the devil) placed a "flagged" our account so that if we decided to go to another doc in the network of pediatricians the new doc would see that we were 'fired' from his office. Nice, huh? Anyway. We found a new doc, in a new network and she is AMAZING. I have taken both girls for checkups and I am blown away at how awesome she is. When Mari went in, the doc sat on the floor with her and asked her about the book she was reading, what her fav color was, how she liked school, and what her fav toy was. I couldn't believe it. Then after 10 minutes she started the examination. Can you say awesome?? Yesterday with Carmen she was so laid back. I was completely honest w her about our take on babies...we co-sleep, I'm still nursing, I haven't introduced whole milk, I don't let her cry it out, we self wean, and self potty train. She made me feel like the best mom ever. I told her that I was really impressed with her practice and how she has taken time to talk to us. And her response made me tear up..."I'm a mother before a doctor, and I want to know you before I treat you." I wanted to hug her neck.

I think God knew what He was doing when all the drama happened w our old doc. I liked that doc, don't get me wrong. But, a woman doc really sees things differently. I told her that Marcus works out of town, so I find easier to have Carmen in bed with me, and she said "I don't blame you...I liked having my boys close by too." I like our new doc.

And I didn't mind waiting an hour in the waiting room with 4 kids. She's that good.

Mami Isn't Perfect

News Flash: I am not perfect. I am a sinner. Just like you, your mom, your sister, your BFF, just like everyone else on this planet. One of my biggest pet peeves ever is people who think they are perfect or better than me (or everyone else). HELLO? You ain't Jesus.

Okay, let me back up a step or two...to better explain my mood.

Why do people ask me to share my testimony or my transformation from 'sinner' to 'saved by grace,' but then share theirs only to make me look like a horrible person? Or, even worse...why do they adjust my experiences in order to make me seem less of a sinner??

For example, I was an un-wed, teenage mother. We all know this. The proof is walking around as I type, listening to his headphones, NOT cleaning his room. I have proof that I wasn't "pure" when I got married. So, why must someone say "yeah, but it worked out for you." What? Excuse me? What exactly worked out? Don't be mistaken, I have been blessed...God made beauty from my ashes. But I don't understand how someone says "Oh, it worked out for you." So, does that make it okay? UH NO...so why act like it was okay. Or how bout this...."Oh, you had a baby before you were married? Wow. Well, me and my husband waited, we honored God, I wore white at my wedding, we didn't do it until our wedding night." That's great...let's give you a medal. Ha! Don't mistake my sarcasm for bitterness. I'm just fed up with people who act holier than thou. Really gets on my nerves.

I just wish Christians (which, btw, means Christ-like) would be more like Christ when dealing with their fellow Christians. Love me for who I am TODAY. Not for who I used to be. I'm not 20 anymore...those days of partying all night, and having 'fun' are done... But you know what, I still sin. I stub my toe and I may cuss. I am a hothead and I'll tell you off. I tend to run red lights (no comments needed here:), and I like to dance (AND I was raised Baptist!). My point is...I'm not perfect. Therefore, my life story is not perfect. And guess what? Yours isn't either. Maybe some folks lie to themselves and think they've reached some sort of level of perfection...I hate to be the one to tell you but YOU'RE WRONG. Just sayin.

With all that said, don't try to change me. I like me. And God loves me. I am a broken vase...that has been put back together by the mighty hand of God. And my light shines through all my cracks.... does yours?

Heehee, that just sounds funny. My cracks.