Gesuschic

This blog was to be posted the day after Christmas but I had to wait. The words were in my head and I’ve been itching to blog but I had to wait.

It’s been another chaotic and questionable year for us. Our family has been a long confidant of struggle. Sometimes no matter what we do it still continues with one thing after another, this endless cycle of “do~over’s” is emotionally draining on a single momma of 4…However, on four kids, actually five.

My Serenity. It’s her 23rd birthday today. Yet she’s at work. We haven’t had cake or anything, yet she’s off to work for the day. No complaining. My rock. I honestly don’t know how I’d be surviving without her. Serenity is my right hand. She has this incredible ability to go and go and go even when she’s breaking apart on the inside. She would do anything for anyone because her heart is serving. She’s so strong. Just like her Grandma, my mom. Both my girls. They need to be to deal with my crazy for sure, haha I can’t believe she turned into this amazing, opinionated, beautiful woman while having me as her example in life🙄 Serenity is my best friend. My oldest child. One of the greatest loves of my life. 

My Charlie is my oldest son, second oldest child. There are so many things he does that remind me of my dad…Charlie is the calm before the storm. He sees the entire world with a perspective so different and he’s full of passion so genuine he can rage easy when it comes to typical bullshit life likes to play, haha My l’il sensitive thug. He comes across hard but one show of kindness and he’s butter. One of the greatest loves of my life. 

My Hanja, my Bella. Third child. Social butterfly, sassy, always chasing the adventure. No matter the risks. Hanja never gives herself credit. Both my girls are strong as I said earlier but where Ren is quiet and reserved, Belle has 1000 emotions and she wears every one of them right on her sleeve for you to see. She makes no excuses for who she is and I love it. The love of my life…even when skies are grey🌞

My Ezra. My youngest, my baby boy. My very, VERY shy boy. My vision brought to life. The pieces of Ezzie nobody sees are his gentleness. In remaining calm in crazy situations (like his brother Charlie. A quality they get from my dad I’m sure). To see the bigger picture and make sense of a situation. His goofy way of always being a prankster. This kid…Love of my life.

My Cyntheia. Who technically isn’t my child, but she is Charlie’s love. This girl has a way with calming the “beast” lol Charlie and Ezra have no lack in being around strong ass women! I’ve known Leigh, (middle name and what we call her sometimes) since she was 11. She is this vibrant young woman who lives for family. She adored her Grandmother to no end, yet as we laid Rosa to rest Cyntheia remained strong, for her mom, her brother and sisters, her Aunts, Uncles and all the while encouraging her Grandfather. If there is ANYTHING I know, Rosa Cyntheia’s grandma, would be GREATLY proud of this lovely young lady.

Change in life can take such cruel turns you can never expect or prepare yourself for. But there is no doubt with all the twist and turns this ride life has me on, there isn’t a group of people I’d rather be experiencing it with. My kids (Leigh included) are the greatest bunch of human beings I’ve ever known. The strength they show in times most would break, the laughter they explode in when tears should be flooding our faces, the endurance they all show when shit, once again hits the fan and we’re left scratching our heads asking what in the fuck just happened, haha I’m pretty proud of these five individuals I not only call the loves of my life, but my children. Bones of my bones, flesh of my flesh…my five best friends. This was our first year without ANY government assistance, any help from the church for gifts, this was us. What we all did for one another. Rich Fout told me after my ex husband left, “Cheryl just because one member leaves it doesn’t mean you’re no longer a family. You are STILL a family.” Tbis was the first year all of us believe it. We did it. We survived. Our first beautiful Christmas  (officially). It only took us 4yrs to get here..but we did it, together. From my FAMILY to yours, I hope your Christmas was beautiful and your New Year bright. Here’s to the next! 

Selah,

Cheryl