It's these helpers that keep on believing in me and in CookieText. You will always find people who are helping.” Rogers said, "“When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, "Look for the helpers. There are going to be hard times, both in life and in business.īut as Mr. No one can stop horrible things from happening. They take many forms: siblings, friends, secretaries at my kids' school.they now even appear as customers. People that provided the exact encouragement I needed at the precise moment. People that formed a virtual safety net to keep me from crashing down. I could go on year by year: people that passed into my life and showed extreme kindness. I think her rides to the gym kept me from stepping in front of that aforementioned truck. In college it was the coworker who asked me to learn to play racquetball with her. I mattered to a mom, that mom, even if I couldn't 'matter' to my own.įrom my friend Belinda's mom who gave me her daughter's hand-me-downs before she was finished with them because she knew my widowed Dad was overwhelmed to the guy that worked with my brother and got us younger kids passes to the YMCA so we could get out of the heavy house we were living in. They still show up to this day.įrom my third grade best friend who appeared at my mom's graveside, to my 4th grade friend's mom who would make time when I spent the night to sit and chat with me. It came from the people that appeared in my life whenever I needed a lift up or a push onward. I believe, however, the reality is it came more from the aftermath of losing them. I want to think that the stick-to-it-ness came from my Mom and Dad. I realized almost in the same thought that that's never been who I am. I realized one day about a month ago that I could quit. I know, I know! Not my typical upbeat self. What in the world ever made me think I could start a business and then run a company? Is this ever going to amount to anything? There have been things that I struggled with regarding the business, especially trying to balance it and my family. Maybe it's because there have been so many moments in the past year that I've questioned it all. In all the tragedy and unknown, somehow it never occurred to me to stop moving forward.Īnd for some reason, amidst this week's peppy Facebook posts, I find myself more reflective on CookieText's third birthday than usual. In all the weirdness that was my childhood. If something happened out of my control that would be okay.but otherwise I just kept going. Like the thought on the bus, it never occurred to me to voluntarily quit. I remember thinking that I'd never hurt myself, but if I stepped off the Centro and got hit by a truck, that would be okay. I lived in the college town at the time, and took the bus to campus. People weren't asking, "Why weren't you in class for a week," they were asking, "How was your Christmas?" It wasn't like I'd suddenly left mid-term. He died when I was home for Christmas break my Freshman year of college. I didn't even understand.įast forward nine years. Young's 4th grade class and she'd tell us to, "get your Mom to sign the paper," and I'd feel a wave of confusion, sadness, and grief that I was certain no one else at Moton Elementary understood. I was nine years old, days from entering 4th grade. My father, seated at the head of the table, told each of us to grab a sibling and hang on. One day I was woken up and most all of them were gathered in the kitchen. I had freckles, a pug nose, and as many siblings as fingers on my hands. Long, long before Cookie Text LLC, I was a little girl growing up in Phoebus, Virginia. Birthdays-mine, my children's, and this week, the company's, do not pass without my wishing my mom and dad were here. But there are times when it's foremost in my mind. It's not something I talk about often, the loss of my parents.
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