I can still remember the day that I met him, although I know he doesn’t. It was a day that everyone in kindergarten looks forward to: the day we are assigned to an 8th grade buddy. Getting assigned to an 8th grade buddy when you are in kindergarten is a big deal. We went to a Catholic school and your 8th grade buddy would escort you to church and take part in activities with you during the school year.
Joe was easily the tallest boy in the 8th grade class. He was near the back of the line with a friend of his named Austin. One by one we were paired off with our 8th grade counterparts. Some how that day I was put toward the back of the pack and ended up being the last one assigned to a buddy. It was just my luck that there were two 8th graders left (Joe and Austin) and just one me. I was the only one in my kindergarten class to say that I had two 8th grade buddies that year.
There were a few things that year that stand out to me. Joe and Austin always made me laugh. I have a vivid memory of sitting in church with them and looking over and realizing that Joe was falling asleep in the pew. Austin realized it around the same time and did something to startle Joe out of his impromptu nap causing him to let out a big gasp that was heard by both our teachers which caused me to belly laugh.
Another fond memory I have is gathering leaves during the fall with them for a project. There was a leaf I just couldn’t reach and Joe was nice enough to lean forward and grab it for me. While I can’t remember every interaction, the ones I remember always bring a smile to my face. Once he graduated, it would be quite a long time before those memories would come back.
Fast forward nearly 20 years. I was clicking through Facebook one day and to my surprise Joe’s name came up as someone I might know. I instantly messaged him and asked him if he was the same “Joey” that I knew in kindergarten. He immediately told me that he no longer goes by Joey but he was in fact my 8th grade buddy. From that day on, Joe has always been in my life.
Today, Joe and I share two beautiful children. Our story has not been easy. We continue to battle against consequences of addiction and all the downfalls that come with it. We have gone to war with each other at times and had our moments of feeling like this was the end of our story. But, at the end of the day, I couldn’t imagine having children or being with anyone else. Joe has taken great steps and made amazing sacrifices to keep our family together and we continue to work together every day to give our boys the stable home that is so important for every child. Our boys are incredible. Our oldest is going to be 5 this year and starting his own kindergarten experience. I have to wonder what new adventures will be in store not only for him, but for us in the future.
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Wow, Kristen! You and Joe have known each other for a very long time, its great that Facebook can reconnect you with those that you knew in grade school! Remember, no story is the same and no story is YOUR story. Addiction is hard, but is very rewarding after recovery. Blessings!
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I never thought I’d be that girl. I mean, I obviously knew I’d love my child but I always tended to give an -eye roll- to the sappy post moms would write about their children.
Love never came easy to me. I grew up in home where love was shown by being called names and being abused. I put myself in relationships that were similar to my home life. That quickly went south and I just gave up on “love” completely. I never really trusted anyone. There were never really people that I knew had my back 24/7 and truly deeply loved me.
Life was getting tough for me. I was broke, in legal trouble, lost my drivers license, working 40 plus hours a week to never see a paycheck, I spent what little money I did have on partying and alcohol. Which, does not solve your problems. My depression and anxiety were at an all time high and I barely even loved myself. I didn’t take care of myself and I needed to grow up.
Out of nowhere; I decided to move from the town and I had lived in my whole life. A fresh start is what I thought I needed. Everything was going great and then boom, two pink lines. Now here I was, pregnant by a guy I had barely even been dating. I was lost. I had no idea what I was going to do. This is not what was intended. I refused to give up though.
My pregnancy was 100% the hardest period of my life. I suffered from very bad pregnancy depression, my relationship was not working out like I wanted it to, my dad went to prison, my youngest sister passed away, and my younger brother attempted suicide and became 100% blind.
All I wanted was to stay calm for my son. They’ll tell you a million times that stress is bad for your baby. That’s exactly what I did. Jessica, 3 years ago would have straight up had a mental breakdown. I’m scared to even think about how I would have handled that time in my life if I wasn’t carrying my son. I was still so sad and angry though. That time of my life is still haze to be honest.
Then August 3rd came and my 8lb 8oz beautiful baby boy was born. The best mistake that had ever happened to me. From that moment, I felt the love I had needed my whole life. It’s so hard to explain but it’s magical.
He’s 18 months old now and our love grows stronger every day. He is momma’s boy. He’s helped me grow so much as a person. I’ve become stronger and more patient. I’ve learned to appreciate the love that people give me and not expect some over exaggerated love. I’ve learned to forgive. I’ve learned to smile.
My son came in a period of my life when I need him most. He’s changed me as a person. He makes me have my act together and strive to be the best I can be. He makes me love myself more than I ever have before. He saved my life. He made my life complete. He will always be my true love story.
A little about me-
I’m Jessica from HeyMamaJess.com. I’m born and raised in East Texas and I’ve always had a passion for writing and trying to make other people life’s easier! I love being a mom, promoting self care, and crafting. You can check out my blog or follow me at instragram.com/heymamajessss
Jessica’s story spoke to me! I was teary eye by the end and that is how you know you have one amazing story! Thank you for sharing and I hope that you and Colt continue to bond over the years! Boys, are so such momma’s boys, even at age 13. SHHH don’t tell my son I told you.