In Another’s Eyes

Monday night I was driving home from work after having to close.  Still getting over being sick, so I was pretty much exhausted after having to get back into the swing of things.  The shift lead I get to work with is a country girl, so she kind of inspired me to listen to Garth Brooks. 

I grew up in Texas.  Country music is just a part of who I am, it’s my roots.  My first concert ever was a Garth Brooks concert too; it was one of the most memorable experiences of my life. 

One of my dearest memories, though, came to mind while I was cruising down the road in my father’s old 1994 Cadillac.  The thing’s a beast.  It’s old, huge, comfortable, and the safest thing I could ever drive right now.  “In Another’s Eyes” by Garth Brooks and Trisha Yearwood came on.  When my father and I took our road trip in the summer of 2003, we would sing in the car to all sorts of country music and old rock. 

The song is totally inappropriate in context for a kid of eleven or twelve, but singing with my dad in a duet was all I ever thought about.  He was always so proud of me singing, of me using my God given talent. 

I burst into tears on my home.  My parents just recently moved back down to Texas and I chose to stay here and try and make a life with my other half.  I wanted to see if I could survive without them.  Sometimes I feel like I can.  Other times, I feel the trepidation of growing up creeping into me. 

I never knew how much I loved my parents until they moved away.  For the past ten years I’ve had them to myself.  Now I let my sister have them.  I try and call my mother all of the time.  Some times it’s painful, though.  I miss her.  She’s been my rock for the last decade, always there, always willing to give me a hug, listen to me bitch and cry, push me up when I fall.  It wasn’t always like that though.  It took me hitting rock bottom to really begin to appreciate her.  I wish I hadn’t wasted the time I had with her when I was trying to get my head out of my butt. 

My father is an all together different beast of his own.  I have always been my father’s little girl.  I haven’t always made him proud though, and we’ve butted heads a lot since I started getting older.  I think I disappointed him a lot while in Richmond.  I made some really stupid, screwed up mistakes.  I think now I’m making mostly right decisions.  I think he’s proud of me now. 

It’s funny though.  We always laugh about cliches and how they just can’t possibly relate to our lives.  We’re all wrong.  My parents have always been extremely important to me, but I didn’t realize how blessed I was to have them until they moved back to Texas. 

I hope I can keep making them proud of me and I hope I can live up to my potential.  It’s a hard road ahead of me and I know that it’s going to push me to my limit.  I’m not a patient person.  When I want things and I know I’m capable of having them, I want them now.  Now.  NOW. 

Only time will tell what’s out there for me. 


Anti-Gay Chick-Fil-A and the BSA

As someone who supports the values of gays being able to marry freely, I find myself at a crossroads where I may be in opposition with many of my gay marriage supporting friends.  I am also a huge supporter of the constitution and I believe that there’s a point where we need to remind ourselves of what’s in it.  Amendment I of the Constitution states, “Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.”

Chick-Fil-A has every constitutional right as a private business to stand behind whatever it is that they wish to believe in.  On the flip side of that, dissenters have every right to disagree with Chick-Fil-A and boycott their restaurants and just as Jim Henson’s legacy has chosen to remove themselves from the Chick-Fil-A political views.  That is the beauty of our country. 

As far as the Boyscouts are concerned though?  This is where I find myself very much frustrated with the entire situation.  If the BSA were a private organization that did not use government/tax payer owned land I would have the same feelings I do about Chick-Fil-A for them.  I believe that as a private organization, the BSA should have every right to say what they will, regardless of whether or not I agree with it or not.  Augusta National has the right as a private organization to deny women the ability to play on their course.  Women’s colleges are generally exclusive and deny men.  The BSA, however, denies gays the opportunities of joining their ranks but also uses public grounds, military bases, etc., for their gatherings.

I just feel as if the entire situation is pretty messed up.  I support gays having the same rights and available privileges as straights do.  Marriage has been around since before Christianity ever took its hold upon the world.  It is a union between people in love who wish to be together in that love.  Who are we, as a nation, to deny consenting adults from joining in that union?  I have known my fair share of people who just happen to be gay.  They’re parents, friends, brothers, sisters.  They are just as worthy of the opportunity to marry as I am.  Chick-Fil-A is also just as worthy to disagree with me in this and those who disagree with them are just as worthy to do so.  Isn’t America beautiful?