Dawn Kelley
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Dawn Kelley
@dmkelley72
Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning how to dance in the rain.
Illinois Katılım Nisan 2013
234 Takip Edilen48 Takipçiler

@SportsCenter Best in recent times!!! Bring him back for halftime at the Super Bowl!!!!!
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My daughter made these and asked me if anyone besides me would think they're cute. She's eleven and hasn't had a single friend invite her to anything in over a year. The girls at school decided she was "weird" last winter and just stopped talking to her completely, like she doesn't exist. She eats lunch alone in the bathroom and comes home asking me what's wrong with her, why nobody likes her, why everything she does is wrong.
She made these little characters from old baseball bats she found in the garage, spent hours painting them while I pretended not to hear her crying. When she finished, she lined them up and said "They look stupid, don't they?" I told her they were adorable and she just looked at me with this completely broken expression and said, "You're my mom. You have to say that. But nobody at school would ever think something I made was good."
I need you all to tell her these are amazing because she won't believe me. She needs to hear from people who aren't obligated to love her that she's talented, that those girls are wrong about her, that being creative and different isn't something to be ashamed of. She's talking about not going back to school after Christmas break, and I'm terrified I'm losing her to this loneliness.
I showed her handmade crafts online last week, told her that real people buy and sell creative things like this all the time, that there's a whole community of makers who celebrate each other instead of tearing each other down. She didn't believe me. So please, if you think these snowman and Santa and reindeer are cute, tell her. She checks my phone when I'm not looking, and I know she'll see your comments. Maybe if enough strangers tell her the truth, she'll stop believing what those cruel girls have convinced her is true about herself.
Credit ~ marta hanger

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It’s been a rough morning.
Woke up this morning and walked out to my truck to find my goodest boy laying in his favorite spot, but he was gone.
Diesel has kept me and my family safe from every garbage truck, UPS, FedEx, and pizza delivery driver for the last 12 years.
Hardest grave I’ve ever dug.
I’m not ok.



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@Matt_Pinner My oldest chose college. I'll support my next three whether they choose college or trade school. I think trade school makes more sense these days with the cost of college.
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My mom, Ethel Skakel Kennedy, passed peacefully into Heaven this morning. She was 96. She died in Boston surrounded by many of her nine surviving children and her friends. God gave her 34 grandchildren, 24 great-grandchildren, and the energy to give them all the attention they required. He blessed her with a rich and eventful life. Even as she declined in recent months, she never lost her sense of fun, her humor, her spark, her spunk, and her joie de vivre. She wrung joy from every moment, but for 56 years she has spoken with yearning of the day she would reunite with her beloved husband. She is with him now, with my brothers David and Michael, with her parents, her six siblings, all of whom predeceased her, and her “adopted” Kennedy siblings Jack, Kick, Joe, Teddy, Eunice, Jean, Rosemary, and Patricia. From the day she met my father, her new family observed that she was “more Kennedy than the Kennedys.” She was never more enthusiastic about the afterlife than when she considered that she would also be reunited with her many dogs, including 16 Irish setters — all conveniently named “Rusty.”
The cognitive dissonance that allowed her to keep two inconsistent truths in her heart at the same time without budging made my mother a collection of irreconcilable convictions. Among these was her ironic combination of deep — nearly blind — reverence for the Catholic Church and irreverence toward its clerics. She was at once starstruck by America’s presidents, all of whom she came to know personally, and at the same time skeptical of government and toward all figures of authority. She balanced her contempt for pretension and hypocrisy with a boundless tolerance for error and mistakes in others.
God also endowed her with a perpetual attitude of gratitude that fueled her taste for adventure and an irrepressible buoyancy in a life beset by a continuous parade of heartbreaking tragedies. Her sunny optimism eventually brought my shattered father back to life following the assassination of his brother and then helped her children to thrive after her husband’s assassination five years later.
Among her most defining qualities were moral and physical fearlessness. She was a peerless equestrian and held the high jump record on horseback, jumping 7′9″ on a Quarter Horse. Critics named her among the best female amateur tennis players, and she was a competitive diver. But she did every sport well — from football to skiing, waterskiing and kayaking. Her disciplined stoicism and her deep faith in God enabled her to endure over ten years of pregnancy without complaint. She also suffered the murders of her husband and Uncle Jack, and the early deaths of two of her children. Various air crashes killed both of her parents, her brother, her sister-in-law, and her nephew John. She never enjoyed flying, but her worry never stopped her from boarding a plane. While giving short shrift to her own monumental suffering, she always showed intense compassion for others.
My mother invented tough love, and she could be hard on her children when we didn’t live up to her expectations. But she was also intensely loyal, and we always knew that she would stand fiercely behind us when we came under attack by others. She was our role model for self-discipline, for resilience, and for self-confidence. She deeded to each of her 11 children her love of good stories, her athleticism, her competitive spirit, and the deep curiosity about the world, and the intense interest in people of all backgrounds, which caused her to pepper everyone she met — from cab drivers to presidents — with a relentless cascade of questions about their lives. She also gave us all her love of language and for good storytelling. I credit her for all my virtues. I’m grateful for her generosity in overlooking my faults.

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BREAKING: Prayers and condolences to Nicole Kidman, @KeithUrban and their entire family in their devastating loss: tasteofcountry.com/nicole-kidman-…
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