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Thank you CATDOAH

As I've stated before, I have a condition called, "Cries At The Drop of a Hat" Or, CATDOAH. Sounds like a country dance, doesn't it?

"All right everybody! Grab yer partner tight and CATDOAH!"

Sadly, my condition is not that fun.

I received a note in the mail that made my CATDOAH break out and break out BAD. Or good, depending on your POV. That's 'point of view' for those who say IDK. Which means, 'I don't know'. Yeah, I know. I try to keep up on all the cool teen-speak. I might just have a handle on it by the time they've all grown and left the nest. Then it will be PLUDHK! (Party Like You Don't Have Kids), but we do and so we don't. Party, I mean. It's been a long time.

Sigh

Anyway, back to the CATDOAH caused by this card from a sister in my ward. In the first place, I'm pretty sure I didn't deserve what she said. Oh, it was nice. Very nice. Nice in the extreme and very complimentary. Which is what caused the whole CATDOAH outbreak.

It's just that I don't feel like I deserve her words. Here's what she wrote:

Dear Pam,
I just wanted to write you a quick note to let you know we've been thinking about you. You have been an amazing example to so many people of faith and trust in the Lord--of love, patience and humility. I'm sure that at this point you'd love to quit having to be an example made out of you, but know that you are loved by so many people and that the Lord is acutely aware of you. We continue to pray for the Lord's healing & blessings to be poured out upon your family.


Yes, I would very much like to quit having any sort of example made out of me, unless I could be an example of a gorgeous swimsuit model's body, but we all know that ain't happenin'.

I was skyping with my best friend a bit ago. We were talking and laughing and then BOOM!, my CATDOAH reared it's ugly face. I'm thankful for her and that I have someone I can share my sorrow and my joys with. Don't get me wrong---I share them with my husband, we love each other dearly and are very close. I'm so thankful for him---but it's nice to have a girlfriend who is also a parent and has experienced some of the same trials and joys that you have. Thank-you-un-named-best-friend-you. :) And thank you very much, sister in my ward, for the sweet and tender note you sent to me. I don't know that I'm doing anything that anyone else hasn't or wouldn't do as a mom and wife---but thank you. Your words were precious to me. Gracias.

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  1. Princess2:18 PM

    My CATDOAH hits at the most unexpected time. We're all allowed to our moments. Hugs to you, dear friend!

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