During my 3rd grade year, my family moved to Cd'A. My dad then worked full time as a pastor of Lincoln Way Church of God. Our neighborhood school was full and so I had to go to a different school across town. I loved my new teacher...I even remember her name - Mrs. Medved.
When I was in fourth grade, my world changed. My parents got a divorce. I remember that they fought a lot, and they were separated off and on, but I never ever imagined that they would divorce. I even remember talking to a friend prior and we both were certain our parents would never do such a thing...and they both later did. I really don't know what to say about this time of my life. Honestly, the hardest part for me was when they went to court to fight for custody. It hurt me so bad that they both wanted us so bad and that only one of them could win. I can't imagine what they were feeling during this time. I know that this was a choice that they made, but I prayed a lot for them that the hurt would go away, especially for my dad, since my mom won custody. I am so thankful that even through divorce I still have an amazing relationship with my dad. He never let those miles come between us.
Okay, back to lighter things...
In 4th grade, I switched schools to our neighborhood school. On the first day of school, my teacher (another favorite) asked a girl named Heather Polla to show me around. Little did our teacher know that she had just matched up best friends. Heather and I spent all of our time together that first week...she was the kindest, sweetest friend you could ask for. About a week after school started, I was out riding my bike and I saw someone riding their bike down the street. As I got closer, I was very pleased to see Heather. We were neighbors! It was truly a God thing! We now could hang out together at school and home...and we did! We went to and from school together. We played together after school. And then, we spent the night over at each others' houses every other weekend (the other weekends I was with my dad!).
I have many wonderful memories with Heather...
To be continued...
2 comments:
Your concern even at the age of eight for what your parents were feeling echoes the compassionate Shawna I have gotten to know. It is interesting to see that those type of characteristics are seemingly inborn qualities. I cannot even begin to imagine what that was like for you. Thank you for sharing your stories!
So interesting to learn all these little facts about you
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