It is homecoming week. So in small town spirit there was a homecoming carnival followed by a bonfire and the crowing of the Homecoming King for class of 2017/2018. Let me tell you, I went to a very small school. We graduated with 160-ish students. It was a school where you might not had been best friends with everyone in your school, but you for sure knew everyone four years above and fours below you. You could play and shine in more than one sport, and most did. (well except for me I couldn’t contain all this athleticism even with all that offered) haha
so when our sweet little town grew into a “city” we found this sweet town… now hear my heart, I have fought this town…hard. I love it for everything it has to offer my kids, but we are in the middle of nowhere, we have to travel at least 45 minutes to a decent grocery store or a Target, dr appt, lets not even get me started on a mall… and my clients are all about a 2 hour drive away…so Ideally for an adult with a busy life raising 4 kids, running a business, and trying to keep up with a home life…the placement and opportunity isn’t ideal.
BUT what I didn’t take into account was the heart this town had. Oh it is hard when you are an outsider. You don’t have the history like you do in your own “hometown”. And lets just address the *insert the rest of that saying here bc I have no clue with it is, but I will make it up* unicorn in the room… ME. I am a little different than your typical small town Texas gal. The only “cowboy boots” I own come from Free People and aren’t made for walking in dirt.
But what I do know is my heart. I see how this small town loves on my kids…and honestly how these small town kids love on me and my family. In a time where the world seems out of its ever loving mind… I feel so blessed to be surrounded by every shade of skin color in the rainbow…becasue no matter that, the smiles are ALL. THE. SAME. and those hugs feel no different than another. and for me, that is ALL that matters.
Here, we all pray and glorify the same BIG GOD that created us all to be equal. These kids call me “momma” and to be honest, I am. my heart sees then just the same as my own. Here we respect adults, we honor each other and we smile in passing. Here we stand and show respect for our country. We pray for our visitors. Here we love.