The other day I was at Trader Joe's picking up a few things. It was around 5 o'clock in the afternoon, pouring down rain outside and completely packed inside. The lines were full of customers, like me, who were picking up things for dinner.
I found the shortest line and settled in for a long wait. I love nearly everything about Trader Joe's, the customer service, the food, the variety, the wine, the prices...the only thing I don't like are the long lines but it's a trade off. The checkers are so committed to making sure the customer who is at the front of the line is their top priority they move a little more slowly than I would like. And so I have learned to wait patiently for my turn to feel like the only customer in the store when I get to the front of the line.
As I waited for the person in front of me to finish up, I started reading the racks of cards that are positioned right in front of the cash registers. Most were lined up neatly and set in rows of coordinating cards but there was one card that was in the wrong spot. It was the only card that was out of place and it immediately caught my eye. It said...
"Tell your story
Believe in Healing
Honor Your Intuition
Take the Journey Back to Your Self
Wear More Skirts
Do The One Thing You Didn't Think You Could
Quiet the Inner Critic"
This card called to me like nothing I have known in a while. It needed to come home with me. It is part of my life and my story now.
I spent yesterday afternoon with a friend of mine, driving to a lacrosse game. And in our drive time we shared many stories. She was so very curious about my braces and the story behind them so I told her all about my path through surgery and she said "You must be one of the bravest people I know to be able to undergo such an experience." It is the second time in a couple of weeks I have been called "brave." I have never really thought of myself as particularly brave but I guess there is a little bravery beating within me. In embracing the compliment of being called brave, and having the card above "talk" to me, I realized it's time to tell my story and in doing so I hope to be able to tell others' stories as well.
Tomorrow my story will be published in our Perfect Mamas Confess website. It is called "I Am a Survivor." It is was not an easy story to write. It may be hard to read so it comes with a caution.
I will tell stories for the love of my children....