3/2/19
The only people that would understand the title of this blog would be my parents, my very best friends, Gerardo, and now my team, but for everyone else this title requires a bit of a back story.
So when I was little I was not the most pleasant child (a shockers, I know!) especially in the mornings. When I used to wake up, apparently the process of getting me from my bed to the breakfast table was a nightmare because I was just way to hungry to function. So my mom used to come to my bedside in the morning and hand feed me ritz crackers before I got up and went downstairs to eat in order to prevent whatever wild behaviors I had made a pattern of.
To this day I would still say I am not my best self when I am hungry (unless I’m intentionally fasting) This is a trait about me that my team has become familiar with, especially within the last couple of days.
Let me paint the scene for you…
We’re sitting in our room talking, or everyone else is, and I’m sitting on my bed, the top bunk, just staring into space trying to figure out how to contribute to the conversation. The expression on my face is definitely a mix between angry and exhausted and sad. My teammate Marilyn looks up at me from her bottom bunk and asks “Mady, are you okay?”. I make some sort of grunting/wining noise and say “eh, yeah I think I’m just tired,” and internally I begin asking myself “Wait am I actually okay?” Marilyn gives me a look that says “Really?” And I check myself. I think to myself, Hmm my spirit is at peace, yeah maybe I’m little sad from missing family and Gerardo, but I’m good. Then it hits me, yup, I’m hungry.
Marilyn has been someone to pick up on my many quirky tendencies, such as my hangry expression and actions. She has also picked up on the fact that when I’m hungry & tired most things that come out of my mouth are pretty much useless.
Week one I told my team the story of being fed crackers as a kid just to prep them on what they’re in for. So that night as I attempted to converse through my hangry-ness, Marilyn so graciously asked me if I needed to keep crackers by my bed for my team to feed me when I’m crabby at night.
The very next day I went to the store with some of my team and picked up a pack of oat crackers, not quite the same as ritz but its cool, and came home and put them at my bedside. So here I am, a grown 22 almost 23 year old woman still needing crackers at my bedside to calm my crazy.
So for all of you who were so sure that I would be going through wild and drastic life changes, I can assure you that yes, I am changing in small and significant ways daily, but ultimately I haven’t changed much. In fact I know for sure I am becoming more of who I am made to be, crabby crackers and all.
FUN FACT: my birthday is March 14th and I’m still short about $2000 from my last deadline (Feb. 28th) and I’m about $5,000 away from being fully funded! Birthday donations would be a great way to bless me!! 🙂
