After neglecting for a couple of years what was once my blog, I decided to start the journey again. This blog will eventually tap a bit into my head (brace yourselves lol), it'll be a means to share things I'm passionate about: faith, family, food, and fashion! I think the first post deserves to mention why I have decided to jump on the wagon again.
A few days ago, I woke up in the middle of the night with a loud and clear voice in my head saying 'My mother's china', I couldn't make sense of what I heard (though I strongly believed it was God trying to tell me something). A couple of days later, the same thing happened, but this time I felt as though the message was implying that I needed to start writing (considering I'm not one to pull dictionary words and fancy phrases just to sound smart, I knew this could be quite a task). However, I still didn't get the whole 'my mother's china' thing, and ignored it again.Two or so days later, I wake up AGAIN with the phrase pounding my head, I sat on the bed having a full blown conversation with God. What seemed a few minutes, turned out to be more than 3 hrs.
I finally understood what the phrase meant, you see, growing up, my mother was never the most affectionate person ever. I mean, she took care of her family, but I have no memories of my mom sitting down and playing tea party or dress up with me. I don't recall the cheering and encouraging words I usually give my own daughter. While having this conversation at night, it suddenly hit me!!!!!! My mother's china had an enormous meaning in my life!!!!
Let me back up for a second and fill you in, growing up in a big family was a pain, no one really had quality one-on-one with the parents. All I remember my mother always throwing at us (the girls) was that when we were all little by 8am her kids were already bathed, fed, laundry done, floors mopped, and her entire house looked like a 'china tea cup' (meaning PERFECT!). As a kid, I didn't quite understand what she meant by that, but as I grew into my teen years I realized that all along she had been using this unrealistic standard to 'try' to make us 'perfect', but instead made me feel that regardless of how hard I tried, it was never good enough for her. At one point, I hated anything related to porcelain china! Just before I married my husband I bought my first china, it's a beautiful and classic set; but contrary to what my mother (and perhaps other mothers would have done) I made a promise to myself, that I would never save the china set just for 'special occasions' and I'd use this set to enjoy meals with my husband and future family (even on weeknights!). I'd use those suckers and enjoy a beautiful set with those I love, and if it broke? OH WELL!
I still have that china set (I promise I'll post pictures soon) and do you want to know something? over the last 20 yrs that set has been used many times and it's already missing pieces, but I'm proud to say that the legacy of the china set I leave for my daughter will be more meaningful than the china expectation my mother set for me (are you still following along?).
I couldn't help but wonder, how many times were YOU the celebrated guest at your home when your mother pulled out the china? I can imagine that you remember the holidays when outside family came to visit and your mother pulled the beautiful china, but were you ever the guest of honor? When I decided to listen to what was revealed to me in a dream (if we don't share the same religious beliefs, I promise this blog will not be to nag you or try to convert you lol, I just want you to see where I'm coming from; I hope you can still relate to what I'm trying to convey regarding my mother's china) I understood that this is far greater than a simple desire to write something, this is a platform to say out loud that I know I'm not perfect like my mother's china, and neither are you, but we are beautiful with all our chips and cracks, and even missing pieces in our lives.
Now, to take you in a different path, imagine this for a second, the china sitting in the hutch, perfectly arranged and spotless, and your family sits at the table (hello! the countless stories that china has heard and yet was hardly ever the centerpiece). Life sometimes treats us this way, unless someone else, someone worthy, comes along to be celebrated with the special china, it just sits there; the unrealistic and foolish standards leave one feeling unworthy. I as a Christian (really, not trying to nag you, just hear me out), believe that in our Father's house we are the important guest, I felt him telling me "the Father's house is NOT like your mother's, in his house he sets the finest porcelain china for you to dine and rejoice; in his house YOU are the guest of honor!'.
If we don't share the same beliefs, can you still imagine changing that mentality of the china set for your family? I mean, can you just imagine showing your spouse and/or kids that THEY are the guests of honor in your home?
With all this in mind, please don't expect this blog to always be coherent, perfectly eloquent, and artfully well-written, this will be me being ME, it's meant to share what I love with all of my beauty and flaws, just like my china, with all the chips, cracks and missing pieces.
I hope this message relates to you and your life, and if it does, please share. There's so much more to elaborate on, and I can't wait to share more.
Abrazos esponjaditos (puffy hugs)
Yuyis
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