"Pork Chop and Monica" Or should I say Monica and Pork Chop, because if it were not for Monica; there would be no little Pork Chop. Let me start from the very beginning.... One day at my sons Karate lesson I was sitting in the front row as I always do, next to an older women whom I have never meant. I am friendly and new to the area and like to meet new people; but she was reading so I just smiled and gave her, her space. And across the way sat a women around my age and she was having an argument on the phone with someone, the reason why I know this is because the women next to me tried to get me to comment on how rude "she" thought she was being, that she should go outside; I wasn't going to sit there and talk about someone who, one was not loud and two who is just being real, let's face it people we all have arguments and that's life, you can pretend that everything is perfect in your world if you want to, but while your here in this world around people who are "real" you should really do yourself a favor and get with the program, start living reality and not fantasy; I wish I could be a fly for one day on your wall. Anyway, I wish I could of said that. I get so tired of people talking about others; not knowing who they are or even thinking for a minute about what their lives are like or the problems they might have. She wasn't bothering anyone, so she should have taken her book outside on the bench or to her car, because she sure wasn't there to watch her children's lessons. I love to read, but the whole time she spent there her nose was in her book and the women on the phone was watching her son and commenting on how good he was doing. The only time she stopped reading was to be ignorant! Getting back to my story.... The next week came and I found myself sitting next to this women who was on the phone the previous week. We smiled at one another and watched our kids, me not knowing which child was hers and vice versa. Master Joe gave my Michael a high five and asked him to check off self-control on the board, so when he came by me I smiled and gave him the thumbs up. She said to me "That must be your son, he looks like you!" And I of course said "You really think so?" all excited because not many people say that to me about either one of my babies. I gave birth and did all the work, but the fathers get all the credit....Smiling. Now I can officially call her Monica. Not knowing her son I said "I love watching Michael, but there is this really yummy kid in here that I just want to bite, he is so cute and really funny. And out of all the kids there in class that day it was the one and only "Pork Chop" Monica's baby boy. He is so incredibly cute! People might mistake him to be around 6 or 7 because he is a healthy boy, but he is only 5. He has this beautiful round face and a big smile to match. Only a mommy or someone who loves kids can see that he is still a baby. Now that I know Monica she has said that I can bite him, but Pork Chop disagrees, he won't even let me nibble.....Smiling. Gotta love kids, they are so honest! He laughed when I asked if I could just nibble, maybe someday when he knows me better I will sneak in a bite... Monica and I have talked for a total of 2 1/2 hours total and I look forward to speaking to her more. Talk about "real", everything about her so far is just that! She has been through hell and back and I can sit here and talk about her business, but I am loyal to ones personal situations and stories that they trusted me to open up too, a stranger really in some ways. I call that respect for others feelings. I will tell you this and I will keep saying this over and over so get use to it. EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON! Monica is a single mom of who I am going to call "our" Pork Chop... She will never know....Laughing. She is an RN and fought to get there, that's all you need to know about this very sweet women Monica, the rest my friends is history! I was an LPN, going for my dream as an RN. Single mother of my baby Tia. I struggled and fought for my dream as did Monica. The rest you already know or will know. The rest is the Future, if it were really meant to be it will be no matter who stands in the way or what obstacles you may have to climb over or pain you may endure. "To be or not to be, that is the question." Getting back to Tyler aka Pork Chop and the day his Grandfather and Mother named him. Tyler has never had meat, he doesn't want anything to do with it, sounds like my son. His Grandfather was eating a Pork Chop and Tyler grabbed it from his hand and ran with it throughout the whole house, laughing all the way; never once trying it! Monica said he was under the bed, everywhere. He ran here and there , in a train, past the bus up the ladder please don't cuss, by the pail with a snail, under the bed oh my don't hit your head, across the floor by the door in the air back to the floor...let me stop that was for my friend who wanted to talk in kids riddles today. |
How funny kids can be, so simple; so sweet!
Hold on to that memory Monica and cherish it like I know you will, wrap it up tight in gold paper and tie it with a special bow, put it deep in your heart and never let go because that was a very special day, mark the date down; write it on the wall do whatever you need to because that was when Pork Chop was born!
Love, Daisy