Broken Family

I remember standing at the end of my grandma’s road waiting for the bus to come. It was the start of my junior high year. I remember being anxious and nervous about starting a new school year at a new school. It was a smaller school than I was used to attending as the previous school was much larger. All the students in my class totaled no more than thirty. I remember going in to my homeroom class that morning. The teacher was nice and welcoming. She was asking questions of how everyone’s summer had gone etc.

Then I remember we had gotten on the topic of how many of us where apart of a broken family. A few of my classmates raised their hand. I looked around the room and realized that I was lucky to still have my parents together. I didn’t know what it was like to be apart of a broken home. Sure my parents fought and argued but nothing that they couldn’t overcome.

As I was in my second semester of school my mom had left my dad for someone else. I will spare the the details on that. Once my parents told my sister and I of the situation, I couldn’t understand. How could this be happening? The life that I had known was broken.

There was times when my mom would tell us things to get me and my sister to stay with her and not go live with our dad. Then I would see the hurt it caused my dad if I chose my mom. I was always the type of child/person that I wanted to please everyone because I didn’t want conflict. So when you are dragged between both parents it is hard.

I within myself had to learn how to cope with what was going on. Friends from school played a huge part in keeping my mind off things and offered support. It was a huge adjustment and one of the most hurtful things to endure as a child. Later on my mom and dad both remarried and I was able to get in to a routine of splitting time between the both of them.

Life is always filled with twists, turns, setbacks, surprises and victories. It is from those life lessons that help shape and mold who we are and what we become in life. Sure I could have taken the hurt and turned it in to rebellion but I chose to learn from my parents mistakes. I promised myself that I would not put my kids through that should I ever have any. Later on I would find myself trying to cling to that promise…more on that next time.

If you have read my posts thus far just know that I’m blessed to have you here. Sharing my life story with the world is scary but I hope that it inspires you….xoxo

Where do I Begin?

Life hasn’t always been easy. I grew up in a small town in Louisiana. You practically knew everyone. My earliest childhood memory would have to be when I was about 2 or 3 right after my sister Heather was born. You are probably thinking how can anyone remember that long ago? I know it may seem crazy but I tend to have a really good memory. In the words of my momma, “You can remember anything. I don’t see how you can remember that far back”. Now ask me if I can remember where I put something yesterday and I probably couldn’t tell you where I put it at. But the things I do remember are what most want to hold on to…memories. Some of it good and some bad.

My parent’s moved around a lot when my sister and I were young. I went to head-start at two different schools, countless houses but we finally settled in our permanent home when I was in the first grade. Life as I knew it was simple. My parent’s worked jobs while my sister and I attended school. We had family close by and had friends over on the weekends. We were just an average family trying to make it in this crazy world.

I was my mom’s beauty queen and my dad’s tom boy. I would go from pageants to helping my dad get my go-cart ready for our weekend race at a local dirt track. Yep you read that right I was a go-cart racer. I was a fast learner (actually how I learned how to drive) and tended to intimidate the boys racing me. I acquired the nick name of “Cat Squirrel” as my daddy would call me. I had long curly hair and once my racing helmet was on and I was racing all you could see was my pony tail flying in the wind. A need for speed definitely runs in my blood.

As life was good for a childhood like any other hurt struck and changed everything.

Stay tuned and I will fill you in on my next post.

Welcome to My Crazy Beautiful Life

My name is Lacon. Some may say I am a soft soul with a kind heart. Sometimes that can be a good thing and sometimes it can be a bad thing right?! I grew up in the deep roots of central Louisiana where Gumbo is our specialty, Mardi Gras is a holiday and if you are from here you know what a hurricane party consists of. I am a mom to three boys. They definitely keep me on my toes! I hope that I am able to inspire, motivate, and encourage you through my blog as I tell you my story.

Life can be rough, it can be crazy but it is always beautiful.

“She made broken look beautiful and strong look invincible. She walked with the universe on her shoulders & made it look like a pair of wings.”