Where I’m From


Where I’m From

I am from cassette tapes jamming through the radio, from Hammer pants and hightop shoes; from Cabbage Patch dolls, and ten speed bikes.

I am from the unkempt house alongside the lake.

I am from blowing daffodils into the hot summer air; although the wishes never came true.

I am from Big Christmas gatherings that ceased at a young age and late night card games where children weren’t allowed. From the Orbans, the Gerwatowskis, and the Brancheau’s.

From a baby brother, I never met; although I long earnestly to see him in heaven one day.

I am from the “he said she said” and “not another drink for you”.

From “Children are to be seen and not heard” and “Promises were made to be broken”.

I am from catechism once a week, so that we were out of mom’s hair.

I’m from Southeast Michigan with polish sausage and mashed potatoes, or most times “make it yourself”

From the absent; drug addicted father, who always succeeded at failing. The present; drug addicted mother who was allowing us to be. And the “I can’t take this anymore” step father that left for his sanity.

I am from a childhood of blocked memories with wounds that still remain. From a teenage pregnancy that likely may have changed my course.

Most Importantly; I am from a God of salvation; of hope and restoration that continues to restore. Who raised me out of the muck and called me His own.

I am from a God that has cleansed my parents and brought on redemption and forgiveness.

I am from New Beginnings, and new traditions, and a New Where I’m From.

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Where I'm From


About multipurpose-mom

Stacey is a: Saved by Grace, God fearing, Bible believing, Child of the King! In her chaotic world of full time employment, being a wife, raising 5 boys, laundry, dishes, carpool, PTSA, and on and on: She is STILL trying to fulfill God's call in her life.....to share her story, her battles, her triumphs, and testimonies of being a teen mom from a drug addicted home, to being the not so perfect wife and mother she is today! Her prayer is to lift up and encourage others through the words that God lays before her! In her chaos she has learned, she is not just a wife and mother.....she is a taxi driver, a nurse, a referee, a counselor, a maid, a cook and so much more...she has MANY purposes! Welcome to Multipurposemom.com, Here we hope you find strength, humor, tears, and tangibility for your journey....whatever it is! Please feel free to comment (we LOVE comments) and if you are blessed, please won't you share the blessing with others! Thanks for Visiting! In Christ!

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  1. I know you where but a small child,and you only stated what you felt you were from,so I sit here with tears saying to myself as I read this, true about your father (to my knowlage), true about me in so many ways (just not from within me at those times), and to save his sanity? WT_ !!! Yet God is so good and one day maybe you’ll ask me know that your old enough to understand both side and the outer edges of the coin…Your step-father never left, even wanted too stay when it came to a end for us.But something was dead or dying inside of me by then and once I told him we where done and I could no longer stayed married to him, is when I lost every dream I once had too, or so I thought anyway. Today I’m so happy and greatful to God to be healing both inword as well as out-wordly and have him as well as your father as friends I’m sure I could turn to if I ever had to. I do believe that God had a plan then and now even through the madness, to bring us all together as one very large mostly happy family. In those rooms that I call self help groups, others call AA,NA,CA,or some kind of A’s, the one thing that is said is “when it comes time to make a personal amens to others, sometimes the best and only way is to change our actions,and keep growing enough to continue to show these changes in all areas of our life”. Well I do strive to do that today, I know words could never give my beautiful daughters back their childhoods, a home with two loving parents as guidence, balance and inter peace every child should know, or change all those times I or others I brought into your lives, broke your beautiful God given spirit that should of been nurtured,not cruched by words of discouragement. So I will only say this, I can never change or fix our pasted as mother/daughter, but I will strive very hard asking God’s help to keep building our future. I love you and your sisters so very much, and you four are the one blessing from God I never forget to say thank you for each day. May you always lean to Him, and continue to grow with your many the hats you wear in life…Mom

    • Mom, Please understand that this writing is actually from a template. Which means many of the topics/items I wrote about are prompted.Also, please know that I love you with all my heart. I actually prayed ALOT about whether or not to even write/post this. As with many of my posts that reflect on my childhood, upbringing, and such I know there is a potential to cause heartache. But at the same time, I truly believe they bring healing and restoration. As this writing REALLY did for me. Of course things were rough as a child and growing up, but I wouldn’t change one moment, for that is the path God has given me to walk through, and I wouldn’t be who I am today had I not of gone through it. I am just thankful I chose Him as my guide. I know God has provided MUCH restoration in our lives, and believe He will continue to restore! I love You, and hope that I haven’t hurt you.

      • You are a wonderful daughter, and even better mother (I remember when you even mothered me teaching how to become the mother I think I just might be now), a blessing as a step-daughter, sister, friend and more. God has given you many hats of life to wear and you wear each one with grace and more love and compassion than some people will ever know. So as I tried to say, I understand this is what a childs mind seen,felt, and was damaged by. I think we need to view, think, speak, even write (so don’t stop) to forgive the wrongs done so our own healing can truely begain. Maybe I should explain, when I read what,or you and your sisters are willing to speak on what you felt while under the direction of my hands, I get a chance to hear, see, and feel the true damage I did to my children. This starts a forgiving process of self for me, then and only then willI begain as well. My pain and scares are my fears of what I put my girls through, not what you tell me or write to start self healing. My responce is only me saying WT_, I did that,or made them feel that, and and then I can look at self and ask ” why would they feel this and not that,why did they see only this and not that” then find my own roll in what I did to cause this belief or feeling in these innocent girls. It’s after all this I can except responcability and begain to forgive and heal my self. The writing is great,keep doing it,the responce is my own personal battle to change and heal as well, never anger or discouragement of this process. I love you too, keep up the wonderful writing as you seen, felt, and believed it to be. They help me heal too. Love you sooo very much.

    • Maybe I should just try to keep it simple too, Danny, because she is one of the best writers I follow.Not because she is our daughter, but because she is so real when she writes. Reading anything she has written never feels like she is doing some cover up, yet not pointing any finger, blaming anyone, and NEVER shaming the next guy over how life happened for her,just simpley saying, God has moved and even through it all life is good, and He is Great…So I sure hope you didn’t think for a second I would want any of her thoughts and feelings pondered or left out. I know she has earned it and more, I was there to wittness it all. It’s just I do except My roll in it all today, and as a result grow and heal from it all as I read.

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