My mom gave me the coolest gift this week and with it has come a flood of memories! Rob and I were engaged 15 years ago in early April, so when she said, “15 years ago you asked me to do something!” I thought it might have had something to do with that or our wedding. I was shocked when she pulled out this purse, my mom is an amazing quilter and seamstress, but this takes the cake for things that she has made me!
15 years ago I gave her one of Rob’s shirts to turn into a purse for me! It is the coolest surprise ever because I had forgotten that I had even given it to her! She lined the inside with my favorite color, yellow and added handles and a zipper. I love it!
Seeing that old shirt re-created into something new made me think about the last 15 years since getting engaged. We started out skinny young adults (kind of like the shirt when it was new) and now we have been recreated into a family of four (with a little extra baggage) from 15 years of life! I wouldn’t trade our baggage for anything in the world because it makes “us.”
Here’s to new “stylish” baggage and to celebrating 15 years since our engagement!
This week I had the opportunity to go see Rachel Hollis live
in Cedar Rapids. I took half of the day
off to drive by myself, in 50 mph winds, to go see her speak and it was well
worth it. So many things that she said
sparked things inside of me, but there were a couple points that she made that
I can’t stop thinking about so I decided that I needed to do what I know best…write
about them, so in my next 3 blog posts, I am going to tackle one of her points.
Rachel’s point #1: Where do you come from? There is a REASON that you, yes, YOUare here on the planet today.
Where do you come from? She mentioned
that her great, great, great, great Grandmother was born on a ship on the way
to America. Her parents died on the ship
and her uncle raised her. Had she not
survived that boat ride to America and been raised by her uncle, there would be
no Rachel Hollis today and if you think about the ripple effect that occurred
from that little baby being born on a ship on her way to America all of the way
to Rachel Hollis who is taking personal development by storm, it is pretty darn
So here goes nothing, in 3 parts over the next 3 days, I am
going to tell you where I come from.
I come from love, strong work ethic, and kindness. I come from my paternal grandparents, Marvin and Janice Bushbaum, married and wildly in love for 44 years at the time of my grandma’s death. They married in 1948 at age 15 and 18 (if I have done my math correctly) and were parents not long after that.
As I am typing this, I am learning that I wish I would have asked more questions or learned more about how they met. My dad is one of four boys, so my guess is that how their parents met wasn’t something that was talked about often. I asked him how they met, but he isn't sure if my Grandma's brother introduced them or if they knew each other and then my Grandpa and Uncle Beryl started working together. 🙂 BUT what I do know is that my Grandpa used to walk on the railroad tracks from the country in to town just to visit my Grandma when they were dating. I know as a 10 year old kid as I sat in the back of their car on a drive to the Grotto and watch them hold hands like they were age 15 and 18 on a first date. They loved hard and I know in the depths of my being that they are the reason I love as hard as I do today. Loving this hard means that there is deep pain, too. My Grandpa and Grandma lived through the loss of an infant son, a grandson, parents, and siblings but they made it and they loved each other through it. My grandparents did not have much, but they didn’t need much either. They had each other and their family.
I come from a strong work ethic. My grandparents never turned away from a
tough job and even as a young kid that was evident. I remember Saturday’s
helping cut wood to fill their basement with logs that would serve as fuel to
keep their home warm and welcoming, I remember bottomless glasses of Bubble Up
from the Family Café and hamburgers with buttered buns, and I remember CB calls
from the JackRabbit to the Bushy Tail Base, where he would talk to Cotton
Tail. Have you ever heard the Alabama
song, Roll On? Sometimes I imagine that
was how my Grandma felt. When she wasn’t
in the truck with him in the later years of life, she was back home holding
down the fort that was filled with grandkids.
My grandparents did everything from working in factories, to cooking, to
running a café, to running a trucking business over the years. They loved hard
and worked hard every day of their lives.
I come from kindness. My grandparents were kind and thoughtful,
truly neighborly people. I remember helping clean out some upstairs bedrooms in
their house after they had passed away. In one box we found receipts from what
looked like an order pad that a waitress would use. In fact, they were, they
were receipts or “tabs” that had never been paid. Remember I said my grandparents didn’t have
much? They didn’t, but they sure would have never thought of letting someone go
without, especially a child. Those
receipts were from a family that I am positive never paid, but I am positive
never went hungry thanks to my grandparents.
Because of Marv and Janice Bushbaum I have a strong work ethic,
I am kind, and I love hard. Because of what they went through to make sure that
my dad was born and raised to be a strong man, he met my mom. Because my dad met my mom, I am here and I
will be damned if I am going to let the ripple that my Grandpa and Grandma
Bushbaum started stop. Because of where
I come from I will continue to work hard, love hard and be kind to all I meet.