While being sick these past few weeks, I have been trying to gather all the stored up “goods” that I have been blessed to accumulate and save for a “special day.” Well, my special day has come, but I won’t be wearing the clothes or using the goods. I am sending them to the east coast for the Hurricane Sandy relief efforts and to Baby2Baby.org. Also, a great donation site is from my Moms Club of Mid-Wilshire group called “Mother-to-Mother Fund.” This fund was started after the huge Northridge earthquake.
International MOMS Club
1464 Madera Rd. #N-191
Simi Valley, CA 93065This fund will be sent to help those most in need on the east coast. While I do not like soliciting for money, I am definitely not opposed to putting out information so if you choose to bite at it… it’s there for consumption.I give away things all the time. Mostly to my cleaning lady who sends it to family and friends in Mexico. But isn’t it ironic how you hold on to things because of sentimental value? Like, “oh no, I can’t give this sweater I haven’t worn in 15 years, because my sister gave it to me.” Or “I might wear this one day.”So I have to stop myself and say… “Girl, you haven’t worn it and aren’t going to wear it. And if you give it away and regret it… suck it up.” I don’t need the stuff. I know it. But sometimes, sentimental values are so hard to let go of. It’s my own issues with abandonment I think. Like, I’m not a good person if I don’t cherish those things that were given specifically to me. Yeah, I know… I am thinking wayyyyyy to far into this.So cold turkey, I just throw these things into a bag and I don’t look back. At the end of the day, someone else needs it more than I do. And at the end of my life, I’m not taking anything with me but my soul. It’s just stuff I tell myself. Stuff that I can buy at a later date should I really need something. I’m blessed to be in this position of giving and not needing.So people, if you are having the same issues as I am… wanting to give but finding it hard to part with items that have collected dust… baby steps. Do it. Do it knowing someone else will be warm and cozy thanks to you. I just picture myself and O in that predicament … and it becomes a lot easier for me to give.
One morning after dropping off O at school, I stared at my phone all morning and realized I was spending far too much time perusing other people’s lives on Facebook. It made me think, “man, everyone else seems so happy. What’s my problem?” Then later in the day, there was a parody about FB on some show saying, “Keeping It Real With Your Fake Friends.” And I thought, “Omg, who on FB are really the people that make a difference in my life?” That’s when I decided to deactivate my account. More than not, most of the people on my account are people I never interact with or talk to anymore, so why divulge my life onto them? Do they care? Are they smirking at me talking crap? There were some friends I wasn’t that close to in highschool that actually have become great confidantes through it… but that’s really rare.
I missed FB at first. The first few weeks were a bit challenging. But now, I don’t have the urge to look anymore. Of course during great O moments I want to shout it out to the FB world… but I don’t. I do have my O’s Momma FB page… but it’s not the same. I have 18 likes. Ahahahahahaha. But that’s ok, because it is another affirmation of who cares to be a part of my life and who doesn’t.
More and more as I get older… I know the difference between the fake friends who are “keeping it real” and my true friends. The real, true friends act and do… the fake just talk and say “yeah sure, I will support you” but never do. Even with my run, no one other than my sister and Julie donated to my cause.
I know I didn’t solicit much, but I did put it out there and no one helped. There will be a day when you or someone you know is suffering from a disease… and you will put yourself out there to help… and you will ask for support. At that time, remember if you were that friend that turned the other cheek and kept scrolling down to see what your other friends were doing. Or if you were the friend that took the time to stop and see if this cause was worth even a dollar. I truly try to support my friends and kids in their fundraising goals, it’s important for me to show that I care and support them. It’s the little gestures that count.