Tonya Coffey's Blog - Posts Tagged "life"
Life
I recently had to deal with those unexpected things that pop up in life that make you wonder if there is an all powerful being watching over us.
It is hard to watch the person(s) you love go threw an illness when there is nothing you can do about it. You feel helpless and alone while they suffer and tell you everything will be ok.
Why is it they have all the confidence when you question existence?
I know I am not the only one who has sat next to a loved one and cried or held the hand of a person who is fighting for their life. I want to understand why the best people, who have never laid hands on another or said a bad word toward another, are the ones who suffer.
Watching them, I see the goodness in their heart. The love they spread to others. Why make them suffer while a person with no regards to their own lives don't?
When I was smaller, I went to church. I was taught each of us only receive what we can handle. What will make the people around us stronger. I still question it. I still wonder why a person should go through trials, to make another believe in what is happening around them. To believe in a higher power.
I see their strength and their courage and it makes me question my own. Would I be able to endure what they went through? I know I wouldn't have the same look on life. The same unchanging faith they hold so dear.
It is hard to watch the person(s) you love go threw an illness when there is nothing you can do about it. You feel helpless and alone while they suffer and tell you everything will be ok.
Why is it they have all the confidence when you question existence?
I know I am not the only one who has sat next to a loved one and cried or held the hand of a person who is fighting for their life. I want to understand why the best people, who have never laid hands on another or said a bad word toward another, are the ones who suffer.
Watching them, I see the goodness in their heart. The love they spread to others. Why make them suffer while a person with no regards to their own lives don't?
When I was smaller, I went to church. I was taught each of us only receive what we can handle. What will make the people around us stronger. I still question it. I still wonder why a person should go through trials, to make another believe in what is happening around them. To believe in a higher power.
I see their strength and their courage and it makes me question my own. Would I be able to endure what they went through? I know I wouldn't have the same look on life. The same unchanging faith they hold so dear.
A Mother's Ramblings
I find myself wondering if I'm the only mother in the world to look at their children and wish I could put them in a bubble and not let them go out into the world and experience it for themselves. Of course I know I'm not the only one. I think it's a mother's instinct to protect their children at all costs but I come to a realization this weekend that my boys were going to do what they wanted with their life and it didn't matter what I said.
I always encouraged them to be what made them happy. That a job was a job but if you loved what you did it could be a great life. We come from a small town and most of the people around here are teachers or factory workers. I'm not saying factory work is bad, my husband works at a factory. I just don't want them to work and work and have nothing to show for it.
When my oldest son was young he had this idea that he was going to be a doctor. I was thrilled. Well for years, twelve of them, he has focused on it. But this year he had decided that he wants to join the Marines. I felt as if my heart fell to the ground. I wasn't mad at him for wanting to do something he felt was right. I was upset because I know what happens to soldiers. So I ask myself for days, can I handle both of my sons going into combat? I don't know. All I do is think the worst. Look what happened to other families.
My youngest son, he has said since he was four he would be a soldier. I keep telling myself it's a faze but if he big brother joins, there's no doubt he will too.
I guess I'm being selfish because they are my children. I'm sure I'm not the only one who has sit and pondered on what would happen or have faith that nothing will happen at all. I believe that's all I can do. I will trust that God knows what's best.
And for the ones whose mouths are hanging open at my ramblings, I believe what our soldiers do is wonderful and I thank each of them for it. My dad was in the military, my uncles, cousins,niece, nephew and my father-in-law.
If my children do decide a career in the military is what they want, I will stand beside of them with pride and honor because that's what a mother does. They support their children even if it makes them cry.
I always encouraged them to be what made them happy. That a job was a job but if you loved what you did it could be a great life. We come from a small town and most of the people around here are teachers or factory workers. I'm not saying factory work is bad, my husband works at a factory. I just don't want them to work and work and have nothing to show for it.
When my oldest son was young he had this idea that he was going to be a doctor. I was thrilled. Well for years, twelve of them, he has focused on it. But this year he had decided that he wants to join the Marines. I felt as if my heart fell to the ground. I wasn't mad at him for wanting to do something he felt was right. I was upset because I know what happens to soldiers. So I ask myself for days, can I handle both of my sons going into combat? I don't know. All I do is think the worst. Look what happened to other families.
My youngest son, he has said since he was four he would be a soldier. I keep telling myself it's a faze but if he big brother joins, there's no doubt he will too.
I guess I'm being selfish because they are my children. I'm sure I'm not the only one who has sit and pondered on what would happen or have faith that nothing will happen at all. I believe that's all I can do. I will trust that God knows what's best.
And for the ones whose mouths are hanging open at my ramblings, I believe what our soldiers do is wonderful and I thank each of them for it. My dad was in the military, my uncles, cousins,niece, nephew and my father-in-law.
If my children do decide a career in the military is what they want, I will stand beside of them with pride and honor because that's what a mother does. They support their children even if it makes them cry.
Bus Accident
I'm a parent and the worst thing for me is to know that my child was put in a harmful situation while in school supervision.
Last Friday evening when my kids got home from school, they told me they were in an accident on the bus. I said, "What!?" They went on to tell me the bus driver fell asleep was about to hit a second bus, head on, before he woke up and jerked the wheel, sideswiping the other bus. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I then ask my kids, was the police called or an ambulance to make sure all the kids were safe. NO! They didn't call anyone. NO ONE! I was mad.
We decided to contact the bus garage itself and ask why no one thought it was important to call the parents of the kids on board but they said there was no actual accident, the mirrors only hit.
I couldn't believe my ears, the kids on the bus took pictures of a broken window, broken mirror and a shattered side window. When is an accident serious enough to call the parents, blood?
There is a page on Facebook that revolves around the board of education, it was posted on there that there was a wreck. A lady from the bus garage said people should get their facts straight before they accuse others of things. She basically said every child on the bus was a liar. That didn't sit well with me.
I understand if the bus only touched mirrors then the bus garage would have to deal with the aftermath. What gets me is the bus driver didn't think about the kids. He drove on to school and laughed about it. He didn't ask if anyone was alright or see if the smaller kids needed their parent.
Yesterday, I found out the bus driver went to the hospital when he dropped off the kids. He wouldn't be back to work until Wednesday because he had a concussion. How is this right, if it wasn't a serious enough accident to call the police or the parents?
Last Friday evening when my kids got home from school, they told me they were in an accident on the bus. I said, "What!?" They went on to tell me the bus driver fell asleep was about to hit a second bus, head on, before he woke up and jerked the wheel, sideswiping the other bus. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I then ask my kids, was the police called or an ambulance to make sure all the kids were safe. NO! They didn't call anyone. NO ONE! I was mad.
We decided to contact the bus garage itself and ask why no one thought it was important to call the parents of the kids on board but they said there was no actual accident, the mirrors only hit.
I couldn't believe my ears, the kids on the bus took pictures of a broken window, broken mirror and a shattered side window. When is an accident serious enough to call the parents, blood?
There is a page on Facebook that revolves around the board of education, it was posted on there that there was a wreck. A lady from the bus garage said people should get their facts straight before they accuse others of things. She basically said every child on the bus was a liar. That didn't sit well with me.
I understand if the bus only touched mirrors then the bus garage would have to deal with the aftermath. What gets me is the bus driver didn't think about the kids. He drove on to school and laughed about it. He didn't ask if anyone was alright or see if the smaller kids needed their parent.
Yesterday, I found out the bus driver went to the hospital when he dropped off the kids. He wouldn't be back to work until Wednesday because he had a concussion. How is this right, if it wasn't a serious enough accident to call the police or the parents?
