I want to write on a topic near and dear to my heart, and I hope it comes across as I want it to! I can't always convey sentiment perfectly through writing. If I could, I'd be rich.
I want a big family. By big, I mean 6 kids (give or take), not quite the family of 9 kids that I was raised in. It's a commonly discussed topic among LDS women: their children, because they are our past, present, and future. Our children are everything to us.
I've been surprised at the responses I've gotten after mentioning my desire for a big family. I don't bring it up randomly; I'm usually answering the direct question of, "How many kids do you want?" It's an innocent question, right? I don't mind answering it, but when I do, women start recounting their current children's awful behavior, their horrible pregnancies, limited finances, or an unwilling husband as the reason(s) for the number of children they currently have. For my current circle of friends, that number is generally 1-3.
Why should it have to be that way? Should my answer really cause such responses that suggest both defensiveness and guilt?
First of all, I don't HAVE 6 children. Not yet. I don't know for certain that I ever will. I do know for certain of at least 3 of them (announcement!), but any number of things could happen after this pregnancy. I won't recount the possible tragedies, because that's not my point.
Moms of one are great moms. Moms of 10 are, guess what? They are still great moms, and not any greater than moms of one. Who in the Church determined that more children means more righteous families? That moms with fewer children have less faith or gave up too soon? Or that big families really are outdated and foolish in today's world? I feel that the prejudice goes both ways.
The choice of how many and when to have your kids is up to you and your husband, but God gets the final say. I didn't understand that at first, because everything seemed to work out perfectly with my timing and exactly what I wanted. Trust in God, but don't cast aside your own desires; they matter too! But be careful, and don't let your own desires drown out anything the Spirit has to say. When your will (and husband's) line up with God's, that's when everything falls into place.
If I planned everything "just so", my kids would be exactly 2 year apart, never born in winter, and in alphabetical order, but it doesn't work that way.
I now find myself expecting a baby in October only 18/19 months after Kenny was born. I've had this baby on my mind for a while, but I still felt surprise and a little shock when the pregnancy actually came to be. I started to fear a little about the timing, what others will think of me, etc. Logically, of course, it doesn't make much sense to have another baby when you already have 2 in diapers and 1 still nursing, plus a small Corolla as the only car. Fitting 3 car seats in it might be a joke.
But logic aside, I'm happily taking this leap of faith. Somehow I feel more confident in the the timing than ever before. I guess it's because we left it entirely up to God this time. Like I said before, I personally wouldn't choose October! We will have to wait on buying a house and maybe another car, because our savings will go toward paying for the baby, but perhaps I haven't learned all that I can from this ghetto apartment. There are blessings to be found in washing dishes by hand and moldy windows.
I'm barely starting to grasp the lessons that God has in store for me. Each child is a new set of lessons. I don't know how many children our family will have when it's all said and done, but that is irrelevant.
The Lord gave his servants 5 talents, 2 talents, and 1 talent. His servants' final reward - everything - depended entirely on what they'd done with the talents, not how many they'd been given in the first place. How many talents those servants 'wanted' is not even relevant to the story. They took what they'd been given, then doubled it.
How many children do I want?
All of them.
Boy or girl, mild-mannered or strong-willed, planned by my timing or God's, I will take them all...one at a time.
One final note: If you do end up expecting a child that you really didn't plan for (a complete surprise!), please be careful how you word that on Facebook. Sometimes it can come across as a little harsh if you don't sound completely happy about a pregnancy. The same goes for saying that a particular baby is your last. I have seen a few posts that have made me cringe recently, but I give those women the benefit of the doubt. I know they are loving mothers, just surprised at a new arrival or very relieved to be on a last pregnancy.
Friday, March 22, 2013
Thursday, March 14, 2013
My Boys
I used to be better at updating about them, well, about Joseph, but life got busier when I had Kenny. I stopped blogging twice a week so I tend to forget some things.
My little guys are really different from each other.
Before Joseph was born, I'd been thinking about him for many years, as long as I'd ever thought about having kids. Once he was born and I looked into his eyes, he I felt that I'd met a kindred spirit. I'd been waiting so long to meet him, and that day finally happened in May of 2010.
In many ways, I see myself in Joseph. He is a pretty quiet, even-tempered child who loves to play by himself. He has a great sense of humor and also like to clean things and put them in their proper places. He even loves routine. His aptitude for words excites me, because I suspect he will love reading as much as I do. He already loves books, and he's bossy when he really wants something. He wants to do things by himself, but he forgets that he can't: he's too short! He is a careful eater and never once has put food in his hair. He was always asking me to wash his hands when they got sticky and he wasn't quite adept at a fork.
When I first met Kenny, he seemed like a total stranger to me. He looked like James but not much like Joseph (at first). After the first few months of mostly sleeping, his personality began to emerge and I was just amazed.
Kenny hates being left alone, even for a second. He used to cry when I'd leave the room, but now he just follows me. He was a very devoted Mama's boy but is finally growing out of that and will go to James. (Phew!) He's a strong-willed child. Instead of quiet obedience, like Joseph, Kenny laughs and pretends to do again what I told him not to, i.e. sticking the object right near his mouth but not in it. When no one is paying attention to him or he needs something, he screeches at the top of his lungs until he gets it...and he's taught Joseph how, the child who's never yelled in his life! He's definitely one of the loudest kids I've ever met. He's always making noise. He doesn't care about being dirty. He'll shove as much food in his mouth as humanly possible, not caring how much ends up on his face.
Both boys love to be tossed around, snuggled, and read to, just not at the same time! Kenny sits on my lap and Joseph next to me as I read, and they can almost share the book. If Kenny can't touch the book, he cries.
They are still learning how to get along, but it definitely makes me laugh to hear Joseph yelling, "No, Kenny! Shut the cabinet door!" or "Stop pulling books off the shelves!" (I never say those things myself, because why ruin the baby's fun?) Nothing can convince Joseph that Kenny isn't doing something wrong.
Sometimes they're at each other's throats, but my little boys are becoming good friends, even at not-quite-1 and not-quite-3. I love it. They keep me busy.
My little guys are really different from each other.
Before Joseph was born, I'd been thinking about him for many years, as long as I'd ever thought about having kids. Once he was born and I looked into his eyes, he I felt that I'd met a kindred spirit. I'd been waiting so long to meet him, and that day finally happened in May of 2010.
In many ways, I see myself in Joseph. He is a pretty quiet, even-tempered child who loves to play by himself. He has a great sense of humor and also like to clean things and put them in their proper places. He even loves routine. His aptitude for words excites me, because I suspect he will love reading as much as I do. He already loves books, and he's bossy when he really wants something. He wants to do things by himself, but he forgets that he can't: he's too short! He is a careful eater and never once has put food in his hair. He was always asking me to wash his hands when they got sticky and he wasn't quite adept at a fork.
When I first met Kenny, he seemed like a total stranger to me. He looked like James but not much like Joseph (at first). After the first few months of mostly sleeping, his personality began to emerge and I was just amazed.
Kenny hates being left alone, even for a second. He used to cry when I'd leave the room, but now he just follows me. He was a very devoted Mama's boy but is finally growing out of that and will go to James. (Phew!) He's a strong-willed child. Instead of quiet obedience, like Joseph, Kenny laughs and pretends to do again what I told him not to, i.e. sticking the object right near his mouth but not in it. When no one is paying attention to him or he needs something, he screeches at the top of his lungs until he gets it...and he's taught Joseph how, the child who's never yelled in his life! He's definitely one of the loudest kids I've ever met. He's always making noise. He doesn't care about being dirty. He'll shove as much food in his mouth as humanly possible, not caring how much ends up on his face.
Both boys love to be tossed around, snuggled, and read to, just not at the same time! Kenny sits on my lap and Joseph next to me as I read, and they can almost share the book. If Kenny can't touch the book, he cries.
They are still learning how to get along, but it definitely makes me laugh to hear Joseph yelling, "No, Kenny! Shut the cabinet door!" or "Stop pulling books off the shelves!" (I never say those things myself, because why ruin the baby's fun?) Nothing can convince Joseph that Kenny isn't doing something wrong.
Sometimes they're at each other's throats, but my little boys are becoming good friends, even at not-quite-1 and not-quite-3. I love it. They keep me busy.
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Peace With Controversy
I used to read a couple of "natural living" type blogs. They were fun and exciting, and they presented different ideas about things I'd never thought of. I learned a few alternate ways of looking at nutrition, pregnancy, general health, and taking care of my kids. I felt good about expanding my mind, but after a while, I started to feel guilty about all the things I don't do.
It's true: there are people who are extreme about health issues who do live better-quality lives because of all the things they do. I admire them for being pioneers in getting others healthy. I have taken many steps toward better health in order to take care of my family, but I've come to realize why I did those things.
It has nothing to do with anyone else's life or family. It has to do with my own family and personal revelation. I resent making choices just because someone told me I should. I can't say I've never made a choice because of peer pressure. I think we all have. It just isn't the right reason to do something.
My family isn't the same as the families on the blogs I used to read, but that's okay. God knows my family perfectly, and as the mom, I'm primarily in charge of everyone's health and well-being. I still feel guilty sometimes...what if we were better off eating organic food? (a total joke to find in Vernal, by the way) What if I made a big mistake because I vaccinated my kids by a traditional schedule? What if I'm too fat, and I've been doing everything all wrong my whole life?
I can't rely on blogs to put my mind at ease. According to others, I am always doing the wrong thing. I should be doing more for my kids. I should be working out. I should weigh 20 lbs. less. I should have a more beautifully decorated home. I could go on for a long time.
Too often, I have felt guilty about having to change something. If I lower my standards of what I should "get done", then I've failed. If I'm not doing as much as so-and-so, I've failed.
No, I haven't.
What I feel that I should do for my family won't completely make sense to anyone else. It's my family. This blog gives only a glimpse into our lives. I don't mean to say that we're hiding lots of secrets, only that it's too complex to describe the logic and spiritual reasoning behind everything we do.
Sometimes I do less, and sometimes I do more. Less doesn't mean I'm unhappy or lazy. More doesn't mean I'm happier or better than anyone else.
I'm happy to be learning every day how to actually use personal revelation. I don't read controversial blogs anymore. They don't apply to me. If I ever feel prompted to know more about those issues, then I'll seek them out.
We are a happy, healthy family, just not the same family as any other. I'm grateful to be the mama in charge or running the home while dada is away. It's my dream job. I'm not the best mom in the world, nor the smartest, cleanest, or most productive. (I hate cleaning windows and hardly touch them!) That's okay, because I'm THE mom for these two boys, and I love them to death.
It's true: there are people who are extreme about health issues who do live better-quality lives because of all the things they do. I admire them for being pioneers in getting others healthy. I have taken many steps toward better health in order to take care of my family, but I've come to realize why I did those things.
It has nothing to do with anyone else's life or family. It has to do with my own family and personal revelation. I resent making choices just because someone told me I should. I can't say I've never made a choice because of peer pressure. I think we all have. It just isn't the right reason to do something.
My family isn't the same as the families on the blogs I used to read, but that's okay. God knows my family perfectly, and as the mom, I'm primarily in charge of everyone's health and well-being. I still feel guilty sometimes...what if we were better off eating organic food? (a total joke to find in Vernal, by the way) What if I made a big mistake because I vaccinated my kids by a traditional schedule? What if I'm too fat, and I've been doing everything all wrong my whole life?
I can't rely on blogs to put my mind at ease. According to others, I am always doing the wrong thing. I should be doing more for my kids. I should be working out. I should weigh 20 lbs. less. I should have a more beautifully decorated home. I could go on for a long time.
Too often, I have felt guilty about having to change something. If I lower my standards of what I should "get done", then I've failed. If I'm not doing as much as so-and-so, I've failed.
No, I haven't.
What I feel that I should do for my family won't completely make sense to anyone else. It's my family. This blog gives only a glimpse into our lives. I don't mean to say that we're hiding lots of secrets, only that it's too complex to describe the logic and spiritual reasoning behind everything we do.
Sometimes I do less, and sometimes I do more. Less doesn't mean I'm unhappy or lazy. More doesn't mean I'm happier or better than anyone else.
I'm happy to be learning every day how to actually use personal revelation. I don't read controversial blogs anymore. They don't apply to me. If I ever feel prompted to know more about those issues, then I'll seek them out.
We are a happy, healthy family, just not the same family as any other. I'm grateful to be the mama in charge or running the home while dada is away. It's my dream job. I'm not the best mom in the world, nor the smartest, cleanest, or most productive. (I hate cleaning windows and hardly touch them!) That's okay, because I'm THE mom for these two boys, and I love them to death.
Thursday, February 21, 2013
A Trip to Rexburg
I do not like traveling.
Over the years, I feel that I've gotten increasingly pessimistic, even though the quality of trips is a little better. I'm no longer in a van with 10 other people who throw up a lot, constantly whine, and have to stop every 2 hours. My kids are pretty decent travelers so far, and our trip takes half as long as one to NH, but I still hate traveling.
But I do it anyway.
I stress out way too much in order to go have a nice, relaxing vacation with family. It's always enjoyable to spend time with them, but this past time I was really sleep-deprived the whole time. I couldn't seem to get more than 6 hours, no matter what I tried. I pretty much lazed around the whole time, which makes me feel rather useless as a human being. Perhaps I should plan to DO some stuff. I have a hard time just doing nothing! However, I did spend a lot of time practicing on a real piano. My keyboard serves me very well, but I definitely hope to have a piano one day...
James and I had a great Valentine's Day. We did one date at home, which was kind of funny. We wanted to eat a candlelit dinner after the kids were in bed, so we ate with them and weren't actually hungry when it was time for our dinner (but ate it anyway since it was delicious!). Then, we both fell asleep during our movie. Oops. We did a dinner date in Rexburg, which was really nice. James got me a few kitchen items, roses, and candy. He always spends too much on me, so I can't complain.
James went shooting and airsofting with his brothers (and my brother as well). We had a nice family dinner all together on Sunday with the Lees. We were going to visit the Head grandparents, but the van broke down on the way, so we didn't end up going. That was a bit of a bummer.
I had a lot of fun on this trip just hanging out and talking, especially to my sister-in-law. I can't wait to be an aunt this year, finally!
So yes, getting there and back was a pain, and now I have a bit of a cold, but life has now resumed to mostly normal. We got our tax return money, so we're going to order our new Chromebook today! I'm pretty excited, because I'm going to get a few other things as well. I've already spoiled my boys with a couple of Usborne books (from a book party I went to) that I know they're going to love. I can't wait.
Over the years, I feel that I've gotten increasingly pessimistic, even though the quality of trips is a little better. I'm no longer in a van with 10 other people who throw up a lot, constantly whine, and have to stop every 2 hours. My kids are pretty decent travelers so far, and our trip takes half as long as one to NH, but I still hate traveling.
But I do it anyway.
I stress out way too much in order to go have a nice, relaxing vacation with family. It's always enjoyable to spend time with them, but this past time I was really sleep-deprived the whole time. I couldn't seem to get more than 6 hours, no matter what I tried. I pretty much lazed around the whole time, which makes me feel rather useless as a human being. Perhaps I should plan to DO some stuff. I have a hard time just doing nothing! However, I did spend a lot of time practicing on a real piano. My keyboard serves me very well, but I definitely hope to have a piano one day...
James and I had a great Valentine's Day. We did one date at home, which was kind of funny. We wanted to eat a candlelit dinner after the kids were in bed, so we ate with them and weren't actually hungry when it was time for our dinner (but ate it anyway since it was delicious!). Then, we both fell asleep during our movie. Oops. We did a dinner date in Rexburg, which was really nice. James got me a few kitchen items, roses, and candy. He always spends too much on me, so I can't complain.
James went shooting and airsofting with his brothers (and my brother as well). We had a nice family dinner all together on Sunday with the Lees. We were going to visit the Head grandparents, but the van broke down on the way, so we didn't end up going. That was a bit of a bummer.
I had a lot of fun on this trip just hanging out and talking, especially to my sister-in-law. I can't wait to be an aunt this year, finally!
So yes, getting there and back was a pain, and now I have a bit of a cold, but life has now resumed to mostly normal. We got our tax return money, so we're going to order our new Chromebook today! I'm pretty excited, because I'm going to get a few other things as well. I've already spoiled my boys with a couple of Usborne books (from a book party I went to) that I know they're going to love. I can't wait.
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Phases
My life has lots of ups and downs, just like anyone else's. Mommy-wise, last week (and really, the week before) was a definite low(er) point for me. Now that it's over (for a while, I hope), I can reflect on the difficulties I had.
Joseph has become very obstinate when it comes to naps. He doesn't want to take them, but I know that he needs them still! He has been reminding me, "Mommy, I not to go to bed!" about 10 times a day. When it comes time for his bed/nap routine, he drags his feet the entire time. For a solid week, he absolutely refused to nap. He would stay in his room for 2 hours just talking and singing to himself, happy as can be, but awake. Everything would go fine until about 5 o'clock when he'd have a tantrum about something minor which would drag on while I was making dinner. Any time that Joseph has a tantrum, Kenny joins in. I thought I was going to pull my hair out. I said many prayers that I wouldn't lose my temper (too much) and that I would be able to pull through.
Through the tough times, it's hard not to think of them as punishment. I must be doing something wrong if so many things go badly. My confidence falters when my children act out, I botch a craft, or ruin a dinner. It's as if I forget about all my successes, all because of one failure. I forget that my failures do not define me. Even if I were to fail most of the time, that doesn't matter, because I'm still trying to do all the right things. I will get it right eventually as long as I don't wring my hands and give up. Having an attitude of giving up has never gotten me anywhere.
Patience is a life lesson that I don't want. I never have, but I haven't learned my lesson yet, so experiences like this are far from over. They do help me appreciate the good things about my kids, like the fact they once they're asleep, they sleep all night (11 hours) and have been since 7-8 months old. They are usually both very happy, healthy children. The moments when they aren't probably make up 5% of the time I spend with them, but moments of whining, crying, tantrums, etc. make for some very long days.
Being a mom is hard. Even though I went into this job with experience, sort of, nothing about having 8 younger siblings could ever prepare me for everything that I face now. It's not a bad thing that I don't know everything; it's just hard for me to admit sometimes. I suppose that's the whole point of the experience. Each child is a new challenge and blessing that I have to figure out and re-figure out every day.
My children are helping me become the person that God wants me to be. Right now, I'm still a shadow of that perfected being, but I'm glad that I know how to get there. One day.
Joseph has become very obstinate when it comes to naps. He doesn't want to take them, but I know that he needs them still! He has been reminding me, "Mommy, I not to go to bed!" about 10 times a day. When it comes time for his bed/nap routine, he drags his feet the entire time. For a solid week, he absolutely refused to nap. He would stay in his room for 2 hours just talking and singing to himself, happy as can be, but awake. Everything would go fine until about 5 o'clock when he'd have a tantrum about something minor which would drag on while I was making dinner. Any time that Joseph has a tantrum, Kenny joins in. I thought I was going to pull my hair out. I said many prayers that I wouldn't lose my temper (too much) and that I would be able to pull through.
Through the tough times, it's hard not to think of them as punishment. I must be doing something wrong if so many things go badly. My confidence falters when my children act out, I botch a craft, or ruin a dinner. It's as if I forget about all my successes, all because of one failure. I forget that my failures do not define me. Even if I were to fail most of the time, that doesn't matter, because I'm still trying to do all the right things. I will get it right eventually as long as I don't wring my hands and give up. Having an attitude of giving up has never gotten me anywhere.
Patience is a life lesson that I don't want. I never have, but I haven't learned my lesson yet, so experiences like this are far from over. They do help me appreciate the good things about my kids, like the fact they once they're asleep, they sleep all night (11 hours) and have been since 7-8 months old. They are usually both very happy, healthy children. The moments when they aren't probably make up 5% of the time I spend with them, but moments of whining, crying, tantrums, etc. make for some very long days.
Being a mom is hard. Even though I went into this job with experience, sort of, nothing about having 8 younger siblings could ever prepare me for everything that I face now. It's not a bad thing that I don't know everything; it's just hard for me to admit sometimes. I suppose that's the whole point of the experience. Each child is a new challenge and blessing that I have to figure out and re-figure out every day.
My children are helping me become the person that God wants me to be. Right now, I'm still a shadow of that perfected being, but I'm glad that I know how to get there. One day.
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Miracles
Last year was tough financially. I don't fully remember the pain of trials we went through then, because our situation has stabilized and the future doesn't look scarily uncertain anymore. I'm much more comfortable with the way life is going than I was last July and August. I felt that it just wasn't fair. We had avoided debt up until 2012, and suddenly we had 3 loans. We didn't even qualify to take out the other 2 (besides a student loan) without having co-signers, due to our lack of credit history. I felt that we would never see those loans paid off, because X looked like a huge amount of money. James started his job, so we started saving immediately and slowly making payments on all 3 loans. I resigned myself to being in debt for at least another 5 years, not knowing how we'll ever buy a house, get another car, or build up a substantial savings. A teacher's salary is plenty for us, but we aren't going to be millionaires.
Kenny miraculously took a long nap yesterday afternoon, which allowed me to completely do our taxes. I wasn't expecting much, but to my surprise, we got a very good refund. This refund is worth X-3. Yes, just 3 dollars short of those 2 loans. Since we've already paid on them, they are no longer worth X, so we have enough to buy a new computer, something we really need. (The laptop is falling apart at the seams and 3 1/2 years old!)
I'm still in shock that such a wonderful thing could happen. If we can keep up a "debt snowball", we could be out of debt by next year, easily! By paying off the ones we have, we will establish good credit, something we still wouldn't have by now. A house could be in our near future, and that makes me very excited. The Lord was watching out for us this whole time. Instead of handing us X amount of money, he helped us grow through the tough times, then gave it all back this year so we can continue on with our lives. I will never forget this experience, and it's definitely one that I will share with my children as soon as they will understand. Pay your tithing! It really works. :)
Kenny miraculously took a long nap yesterday afternoon, which allowed me to completely do our taxes. I wasn't expecting much, but to my surprise, we got a very good refund. This refund is worth X-3. Yes, just 3 dollars short of those 2 loans. Since we've already paid on them, they are no longer worth X, so we have enough to buy a new computer, something we really need. (The laptop is falling apart at the seams and 3 1/2 years old!)
I'm still in shock that such a wonderful thing could happen. If we can keep up a "debt snowball", we could be out of debt by next year, easily! By paying off the ones we have, we will establish good credit, something we still wouldn't have by now. A house could be in our near future, and that makes me very excited. The Lord was watching out for us this whole time. Instead of handing us X amount of money, he helped us grow through the tough times, then gave it all back this year so we can continue on with our lives. I will never forget this experience, and it's definitely one that I will share with my children as soon as they will understand. Pay your tithing! It really works. :)
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Just Me
Like most other human beings, I spent years trying to figure out who "I" am. I don't mean who I am in the eternal sense. I know that I am a child of God. My parents taught me that long ago, and it has stuck with me.
Regarding missionary work, I counseled a woman I visit teach, "Just be yourself." Since uttering that, I have wondered over the last 24 hours if I really know who my "self" is. I have decided, happily, that YES! I know who "Sacha" is. Gone are the days that I tried to change myself to please others. I won't pretend to like or hate something just to make someone else happy. I like or dislike things because they make me happy. "Men are that they might have joy", so why would I ever try to go against that? I exist so that I might find joy for myself. My joy depends on me being true to myself, not to anyone else. It is ultimately up to me whether I'm happy or not, and when I feel miserable, it's my own fault, no one else's.
I find balance between blending in and standing out. Some people may want only one or the other, but I want both. I want to belong while still contributing my own "self" to the group, and I do. I rejoice in both my differences and my similarities with others.
I'm happy to be Sacha.
I am left-handed.
I am a Southern girl.
I'm a nerd/geek/what-have-you about many things, especially food. I'm constantly adding to that list of "things".
I love to create.
I love genealogy. I'm proud to have 2 ginormous pedigree charts on my office wall.
I fail a lot at things I try, but that doesn't make me a failure. I tried to like pickles and country music on more than one occasion, but I still don't. That doesn't make me a failure, does it? :)
I'm too bossy sometimes.
My hair is neither brown nor blonde.
Sometimes I talk too much and sometimes not enough.
I love to write poetry, though most of it turns out cheesy.
I am Sacha, and that will never change.
Regarding missionary work, I counseled a woman I visit teach, "Just be yourself." Since uttering that, I have wondered over the last 24 hours if I really know who my "self" is. I have decided, happily, that YES! I know who "Sacha" is. Gone are the days that I tried to change myself to please others. I won't pretend to like or hate something just to make someone else happy. I like or dislike things because they make me happy. "Men are that they might have joy", so why would I ever try to go against that? I exist so that I might find joy for myself. My joy depends on me being true to myself, not to anyone else. It is ultimately up to me whether I'm happy or not, and when I feel miserable, it's my own fault, no one else's.
I find balance between blending in and standing out. Some people may want only one or the other, but I want both. I want to belong while still contributing my own "self" to the group, and I do. I rejoice in both my differences and my similarities with others.
I'm happy to be Sacha.
I am left-handed.
I am a Southern girl.
I'm a nerd/geek/what-have-you about many things, especially food. I'm constantly adding to that list of "things".
I love to create.
I love genealogy. I'm proud to have 2 ginormous pedigree charts on my office wall.
I fail a lot at things I try, but that doesn't make me a failure. I tried to like pickles and country music on more than one occasion, but I still don't. That doesn't make me a failure, does it? :)
I'm too bossy sometimes.
My hair is neither brown nor blonde.
Sometimes I talk too much and sometimes not enough.
I love to write poetry, though most of it turns out cheesy.
I am Sacha, and that will never change.
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