Amanda Jones
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I’ve never been accused of having nothing to say, only that I speak too much.
My husband is my world, the girls bring me happiness & energy. Our family defines unconditional love & joy. We make it through what is meant to break us. 💕🐾💕🐾
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Who am I
I believe that I have struggled with this question, well, for my entire life. I still don’t think I can answer such a simple question. I, like many, look to God for my identity. My problem seems to be that I want to be TOLD who I am. For me, if I don’t keep MY focus simple, I end up begging and crying for everybody’s approval, except my own. I completely lose my self-worth! I believe that I have struggled with this for years & years, but today, I choose to focus on moving forward in a positive direction.
By Amanda Jones5 years ago in Humans
To the Women in my life...
Growing up I was blessed to have met this woman while ”working” (the only way a 12/13-year-old could work, by volunteering) in the church nursery during Vacation Bible School. I absolutely fell in love with her infectious upbeat and positive attitude as well as her passion and love for her FAMILY. I babysat for her family for years, but it became more than ”babysitting”. I was blessed with parents who encouraged me to learn with others while they monitored (overprotectively). To this day, I strive to impact a girl’s life in a comparable manner knowing the difference Mrs. Krieg (I don't know why, but I still can't call her by her first name, weird) made in my life. I always thought that this was my purpose. When Brian and I learned that I could not carry a pregnancy, I thought I had lost my purpose. This was so hard for me because of the examples set in front of me. I always wanted to be a great mother, like those I saw growing up. If you were friends with my parents, worked alongside my parents, or were our neighbors... If you had a child who played sports with myself or my brothers (I am so sorry, you probably cringed seeing me show up... I was horrible)... If you went to church with us, if you cut our hair or taught my brother Karate, the parents, mothers, and women who I watched from the passenger seat of our (mostly) minivan, you significantly impacted my desire to be a parent, a mother... Most of you, I still call Mrs. and Mr. (Mrs. Warden, Mrs. Ritchie, Mrs. Carney, Mr. Howard, Craig, Kathy, Mrs. McGlothin, Mr. Sadler and SO MANY more), but all of you inspired me. You showed me what kind of a mom and adult I wanted to be. Most of you probably didn't even know that my nosey nature was watching and remembering.
By Amanda Jones5 years ago in Viva
Cancer Sucks
Today was my last chemo! April 25th, 2017 I was diagnosed with Stage 2a, grade 3 Invasive Ductal Carcinoma. I started with a double mastectomy in May, followed by 2 more surgeries and 16 Chemo Treatments beginning July 11th (ending today, December 5th). Chemotherapy, for me, is/was BRUTAL!
By Amanda Jones5 years ago in Longevity
