Pride

If anyone truly knows me, they know that I like to be independent. I have worked since I was 15 years old. I have been foolish at times with my money, but I have always managed to put a little bit away for a rainy day. And it has been pouring, so much so that I am out, so I have had to dependent on the Government, and my parents for help. It has been humbling. I was finally at the point where I was pulling in the six figure salary, and life was like uh uh honey, not so fast. It was like keep making money, but it will cost you in the long run, and this chump change ain't worth doing the right thing. But, that's okay, at least it happened now (it being starting over), as opposed to later when I would have gotten REALLY comfortable. I thank God that my parents are able to help me out, I have never asked, because I have always felt that as an adult, my parents delight in seeing me do well without having to ask for help, and I like it. I enjoy not having to ask anyone, but God for help. However, since the flood of circumstances, I have had no choice, I have had to swallow my pride and accept the help my parents offered. I laugh because before I used to get so angry because they would always help my siblings out, and never offer to give me a little something. But, at the time I didn't need any help, and I sure as hell wasn't going to ask, but I am happy they are here when I need them. And best thing is that they know as soon as I am back on my feet, I am going to pay back every penny. I am not going to take advantage of my parents, I have siblings that do that, and that think that they are entitled or that my parents owe them, that just burns me up. Plus, I have a child, and I would not want her to have that mentality. I am blessed to have a home to go back to, and parents that are able and willing to love me unconditionally. I will make sure my child has the same.

Speaking of which, this little girl is so smart, and sweet. I was drinking a bottled water with my right hand, and holding her in my left arm, and as I lifted up the bottled she put her little hand on the bottom of the bottle to hold it up ( that's exactly how, I feed her with her bottle). I thought it was so cute, that she would even try to help "feed"mommy. She's a quick learner, which was a reminder to me to watch what I do, say, and behave in front of her, because she certainly is. I just thought that was the cutest kind jester. It made me smile.