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Froyd..the yellow fellow with big blue eyes.

posted 5/30/2007 11:01:22 PM |
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Twenty-eight years ago, I gave birth to a female child. We anticipated a male child and so chose only one name. That being either Christian or Christopher after 'his' great-grandfather. Much to our surprise and delight we were blessed with a light-weight (5lbs. 4oz.) mysterious little girl. What to name her?

She resembled from every angle to be a miniature kewpie doll, a tiny elfin child with invisible wings and a turnip-top head. She was precious and full of spunk....we decided to grace her as her great-grandpa's namesake as best we could. We named her Christa.

This little person was full of spunk from the get go. She was a delight, a charmer, a tease and full of mischief. Did I mention stubborn too? At age 4, she became deathly ill and was diagnosed with a serious kidney problem which spanned 7 yrs.

At age 11, she stilled played secretly with Barbie's and her My Little Ponies were replaced with a love for real horses. And so began her collection of miniature horse figurines. At age 12/13 she began a slow transformation from mommies little girl to a moody, secretive, slam the door in my face, "I hate you MOM" adolescent. She understood everything perfectly fine....I DIDN'T....I stood outside her bedroom door, more often than inside it. (except when collecting the month old, half eaten, cheese and mustard sandwiches)

And so began a five year journey of holding on for dear life. Sharing her tears and temper tantrums, her self-doubts and insecurities...her sad, painful moments when she hated herself. I spent cumulative hours outside her bedroom door...most often in silence, saying only, "I love you Christa." "No matter what, I love you." "Body and soul, unconditionally...I love you."

We shared many 'God you're weird Mom' moments...and in public, if I didn't behave properly, she ignored me. But, I hung in there. When this child was born, I discovered I truly had been blessed with patience and a peace giving heart, for I rode the waves of her teenage years without crashing and burning...I rode the waves up and down....with her. I didn't condemn, I didn't call names, I didn't give up on her for one moment....I simply loved. I cried a lot of tears in those years. Not for myself, but for the agony my daughter was going through.

During these years she lost her first love in a horrible freak car accident and her best and favorite girlfriend in the same manner. She lived daily on shaky ground...her self-esteem was as delicate as a fine piece of china. I was constantly thinking of ways I could boost her moral and make her smile and feel good about herself......

And so, Froyd was born. A big, ugly yellow THING, with big yellow ugly feet, who wore a button on his chest that read...

"I Believe in YOU".

The years sped by. She went off to college...began discovering herself and her natural abilities...her self-esteem grew as she became co-editor of her college newspaper and was blessed with her favorite professor as a mentor. Four years later, she was packing and moving to North Carolina....Froyd stayed with me.

Froyd turned out to be more important to my daughter than I ever realized. In her words, "He was/is a symbol of my love and faith in her"...and the reality that I never once gave up on her.

"I wouldn't be the person I am today, if it weren't for you Mom."

A couple years ago I parted with good ole Froyd. He got shipped as a surprise to an independent, spirited, young lady in North Carolina. He shares her office and reminds her how much her mother loves her.

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May 30 @ 11:18PM  
You and the "apple that didn't fall far from the tree" are fantabulous!!!! God certainly does know which child to put with which parents.

Pssstt.. I had a spit fire like yours also..and I think I made it through those twisty and turny years...

Or did I???????

May 31 @ 12:48AM  
What a very sweet story I wonder what Freud would have made of it!? lol

May 31 @ 2:44AM  
Great story and congratulations to the three of you for coming through the storm together.

Jun 3 @ 7:46AM  

That's lovely.
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