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Inspiration

Cleaning Chronicles: A Musical and Comical Journey

Reba Nietert

Copyright 2024 – Rebecca Nietert

Ah, the good ol’ days of childhood, where cleaning was a bizarre source of joy and laughter.

1. The Musical Interlude:

Picture this: a small, modest house filled with the delightful tunes of Patsy Cline, Tammy Waynett, and the legendary Cher. As we embarked on our Saturday cleaning rituals, these legendary artists became the soundtrack of our choreography. The lyrics blending with the hum of vacuum cleaners and the swish of brooms created a symphony of cleanliness.

2. Choreography, Siblings, and Shenanigans:

In our little 900 square foot kingdom, each sibling had their designated cleaning task. My eldest sister owned the kitchen, my younger sister took on vacuuming and dusting, and I, with all my youthful enthusiasm, was entrusted with the formidable job of tackling the bathrooms. We were a well-oiled cleaning machine, meeting in the middle of the house to exchange stories, share laughs, and most importantly, belt out some unforgettable tunes.

3. Memoirs of Bathroom Adventures:

Cleaning bathrooms is no small feat, especially when you’re armed with rubber gloves and cleaning supplies. From scrubbing toilets with the determination of an Olympic athlete to battling against soap scum with fierce determination, my bathroom-cleaning escapades led to some unforgettable experiences. But through it all, the laughter and singing never faded.

4. Improvised Dance Moves and Questionable Lyrics:

Who needs professional dancers when you have a trio of siblings armed with mops and brooms? Our cleaning sessions turned into impromptu dance rehearsals, complete with spins, twirls, and occasionally, some questionable interpretative moves that could rival any contemporary dance performance. And if the lyrics didn’t quite match the original song, we simply made up our own version, adding hilarious twists to the melodies.

5. Laughter as the Ultimate Cleaning Product:

As we scrubbed, dusted, and danced our way through the house, laughter became the magical ingredient that transformed cleaning from a mundane chore into an adventure. Stifled giggles turned into infectious laughter, allowing us to cherish those moments of camaraderie, even when faced with the most stubborn stains or the treacherous shower grime.

In the grand scheme of things, cleaning may seem like a trivial task, but when infused with music, laughter, and a sprinkle of sibling mischief, it became a cherished part of our childhood memories. These moments taught us the value of finding joy in the simplest of tasks and the power of shared laughter amidst the chaos.

Reflection

Epic Betrayal – Lust & Violence

Reba Nietert

Copyright 2024 – Rebecca Nietert

Age 19 – It was through Chris, the guy I was dating at the time, that I met Dave. We became friends, or so I thought. One evening, we all found ourselves at my sister’s party, having a good time. But little did I know that this night would be etched into my memory like a nightmare.

As the night wore on, it became apparent that we needed more beer. The apartments we all lived in were conveniently situated within the same complex, so I suggested Dave and I go on a quick beer run to his place. Little did I know what horrors awaited me in those few short moments.

Dave’s large frame, towering at 6 foot 5 inches and weighing 320 pounds, struck an imposing figure. But I trusted him, naive to the darkness that hid within. We climbed the steps to his apartment, and as he unlocked the door, a wicked smile danced across his face. A chilling premonition should have gripped me, a warning to escape, but I remained oblivious.

As I stepped inside, Dave followed me, but instead of joining me in the room, he turned the key in the lock. Panic began to bubble within me, and I asked him what he was doing. But silence hung heavy in the air, suffocating my words. Dave, with purposeful strides, approached me, his face contorted with a twisted sense of entitlement.

In a voice laced with menace, he declared that he knew my true intentions. He claimed I had orchestrated this visit to his apartment because I desired him. No matter how vehemently I protested, my pleas fell on deaf ears. His hands forcefully grabbed me, and the next 30 minutes dissolved into a blur of physical dominance and my desperate attempts at self-defense.

I fought back, but his sheer strength overpowered me at every turn. In my agonizing vulnerability, I pleaded for him to stop, to reconsider, but he tore through my resistance, violating my boundaries in ways I can barely bring myself to recount. Once it was over, I emerged from that apartment broken, battered, and consumed by shame.

With blood staining my body, I fled back to the solitude of my sanctuary. I washed away the physical evidence, but the emotional scars ran deeper than the crimson streams that flowed down the drain. Despair engulfed me as I crawled into bed, my pain hidden away from the world. The weight of my silence became my penance, locked within the prison of my own mind.

For years, I carried this secret burden, never finding the courage to share my story. But now, in the telling, I hope to break the shackles of silence. No one should endure such terror alone. If my words reach even one person, giving them the strength to speak out, then perhaps some healing can begin.

Inspiration

An Unfinished Life – Taken Way Too Soon

Reba Nietert

Copyright 2024 – Rebecca Nietert

When Shari was only six years old, I distinctly remember the first time she attempted to take her own life. Sadly, this was not an isolated incident. I witnessed many moments where she would retreat to the back of a closet, seeking solace from the world or persistently trying to bring an end to her suffering. It breaks my heart to recall these memories because Shari was truly an innocent and delicate little girl with a remarkable sense of humor. If she had ever pursued a career in comedy, she surely would have found immense success.

I believe that witnessing my mother’s frequent fits of rage, where I bore the brunt of her anger, must have profoundly impacted Shari. The full extent of her motivations remained a mystery to us, but as I matured and sought therapy for my own struggles, I gradually realized that Shari’s depression ran deep. She was a young girl who lacked the ability to effectively communicate her fears and inner turmoil. It became apparent that something was gravely wrong, and yet, Shari carried this burden throughout her nineteen years of life, unable to change her desire to put an end to her pain.

Then one evening when Shari was 19 years old…

I received a call that shattered my world, a call filled with rage and despair. It was my sister on the other end, struggling to deliver unthinkable news. My younger sister, Shari, had been taken from us in a cruel twist of fate – a victim of a sudden and tragic car accident. The words pierced through me, but my mind struggled to grasp their meaning. I collapsed to the floor, my body unable to bear the weight of such devastating truth.

Through the blur of tears and confusion, my best friend Linda came to my aid. She lifted me up, guided me into a cab, and together we arrived at the hospital. I stumbled towards her room, my heart pounding in my chest. And there she lay, my sweet Shari, so small and fragile. Her face was marred by bruises, unrecognizable to my bewildered eyes. I wept uncontrollably, my desperate prayers filling the air, begging for a miracle that would never come.

As if to compound the agony, the doctor entered the room, his words forever etched in my soul. He confirmed what I couldn’t bear to accept – she was gone, forever lost to us. The weight of such surreal news crashed upon me, leaving me numb and drained. Tears streamed down my cheeks, the anguish consuming every fiber of my being. And then, as if in a cruel twist of fate, the doctor delivered another blow. My shattered family awaited me in the chapel, ready to discuss the unimaginable – the end of her life.

I leaned over her, planting a tender kiss on her bruised cheek, and whispered the painful truth that hung heavy in the air. After all the struggles, after all the battles she fought within herself, it seemed as though she had finally achieved her wish. The lights of hope dimmed and darkness engulfed us all.

In that devastating moment, my world shattered into a million pieces. Waves of grief and sorrow crashed over me, threatening to drown me in their depths. The pain, oh the pain, felt insurmountable. It was as if a weight had been placed upon my soul, crushing it with an unyielding force. How could I bear this agonizing loss?

Her absence, the absence of Shari, felt like a void that could never be filled. She was so young, just nineteen, yet she had already faced her own battles, her own demons. How many times had I tried to shield her from the pain of our shared upbringing, only to realize that I couldn’t save her from herself? And now, I wouldn’t have the chance anymore. She was gone.

The tears ran dry, leaving me empty, hollow. I stumbled blindly through the darkness, trying to find a sliver of light, a glimpse of hope. But despair enveloped me like a black tunnel, its grip tightening with each passing moment. I collapsed into the arms of the doctor, seeking solace, seeking any semblance of comfort.

Looking back now, I wish I had possessed the knowledge and understanding I have acquired over time. It pains me to think that there may have been ways to support and help Shari if only we had been equipped with the awareness and resources we have today.

The tears may have stopped, but the ache in my soul remained. In this desolate landscape of sorrow, I vowed to find a way to honor Shari’s memory and find solace in the love that still surrounded me.

Reflection

Crash! Shattered World

Reba Nietert

Copyright 2024 – Rebecca Nietert

I was 22. I awoke abruptly, my heart pounding, the taste of fear on my tongue. Confusion flooded my mind as I struggled to comprehend my surroundings. Where was I? What had happened? Panic set in as I surveyed the wreckage around me.

The cab of the truck I had been driving was mangled, an unrecognizable mess of twisted metal. Both the front and back were crushed, leaving me trapped within its confines. With each passing second, my terror intensified, knowing that escape seemed impossible.

I frantically attempted to open the door, my hands shaking with adrenaline. But it refused to budge, as though it was mocking my desperate attempts for freedom. I felt a warm wetness on my back and immediately knew that blood was seeping down, painting a macabre picture of the danger I was in.

My gaze shifted to the shattered back window, a small glimmer of hope in the midst of my terror. Summoning every ounce of strength left within me, I willed my body to maneuver through that narrow opening, the fear and pain pushing me onwards.

As I emerged onto the cold, unforgiving ground, the full extent of the wreckage became apparent. It was clear that someone had recklessly crashed into me from behind, propelling my truck into the brick and mortar store ahead. My mind raced, trying to comprehend the force that had caused this devastation.

The realization struck me like a bolt of lightning. In that moment, I became acutely aware of the life growing within me. I was pregnant. But the impact had taken that precious gift from me, leaving behind a void that seemed to echo with sorrow.

Dread filled my veins as I surveyed the deserted scene. The person responsible for this horror had vanished. I was left alone, injured and terrified, facing an uncertain fate. Time was against me, fading away with each passing moment.

A sudden rush of pain coursed through my body, jolting me back to the cruel reality of my situation. The blood continued its descent, a chilling reminder of the loss and danger that surrounded me. Morning had arrived quietly, indifferent to the nightmare unfolding before me.

And then, as if surrendering to the weight of my fear, my body gave way. Everything faded into darkness, my exhausted mind seeking respite from the terror that had become my existence.

Human Interest, Inspiration, Journal Entry, Opinion, Reflection

Witness to the Brooding Storm Within – But Remember Our Worth

Reba Nietert

Copyright 2022 – Rebecca Nietert

I will never comprehend the actions of someone who chooses to take offense without engaging in constructive discussion. Instead, they resort to screaming, blocking, and shutting out any opposing viewpoints. It reminds me of a child throwing a tantrum. In a healthy relationship, conflicts should be resolved with love and understanding. However, when one party refuses to reciprocate that love and understanding, the relationship becomes selfish, one-sided, and ultimately doomed. Some temper tantrums leave irreparable damage. It’s truly disheartening, but sadly, it is the reality we sometimes face.

Recently, I experienced this kind of behavior firsthand. The person in question simply stated, “I spoke my mind,” believing that was the end of it. It did not matter how their words were delivered, the emotions they stirred, or the hurtful things they said in anger. In their mind, they had the right to express their thoughts without being held accountable for their actions. They expected the recipient of their anger to passively agree with everything they believed, and any form of contradiction was unacceptable. When I attempted to explain that their personalization of issues in my life was misguided, the response was immediate – I was blocked and mocked.

It is with a heavy heart that I recount this story. It serves as a reminder of the challenges we face when trying to navigate human relationships. The inability to engage in meaningful dialogue, to empathize with others, and to understand that communication is a two-way street can have devastating consequences. It is my hope that we can all strive to approach conflicts with love and openness, ready to listen and learn from one another. In doing so, we may find the path towards healing and genuine connection.

It’s disheartening to witness how some individuals, despite their professional façade or seemingly loving demeanor, can harbor a brooding storm within. For those of us blessed with the inability to desert, it can be a heavy burden to bear.

Yet, in these moments, it’s crucial to remind ourselves of our own worth. We must remember that our friendships hold value, even when surrounded by individuals whose true nature remains hidden. It’s important to affirm ourselves and refuse to internalize the hateful words that may come our way. We must hold steadfast to our path, always striving to do what is right, regardless of how others may behave.

This is what defines a person of character, especially in times like these. And if the storm persists, if the toxicity becomes unbearable, it is okay to take action. It is okay to light the match and set the bridge ablaze, severing ties that no longer serve our emotional well-being.

Remember, dear reader, you are not alone in your experiences. The world is filled with souls struggling with similar challenges. But it is in recognizing our own worth, staying true to our values, and being unafraid to let go of those who bring us down, that we can find solace.

So, as you traverse the untamed waters of life, hold onto your character. Embrace the sadness that may come, but let it fuel your determination to remain true to yourself. And know that as you set those bridges aflame, you make space for new connections that will bring you warmth, joy, and a sense of peace.

You deserve it.

Human Interest

The Power of Words – Can Affirm or Destroy

Reba Nietert

Copyright 2020 – Rebecca Nietert

Most people who truly know me understand that I have evolved past idle gossip and unproductive banter. Transparency is something I value greatly, even if it means being more open than society deems necessary.

Throughout my personal journey of self-actualization, I have learned to embrace both the positive and negative aspects of human behavior. However, what challenges me is when individuals refuse to acknowledge their emotional reactions to situations that don’t warrant them. It’s disheartening when they cannot take responsibility for their prideful or conflict-causing behavior.

To protect my well-being, I find it necessary to distance myself from such individuals and relegate them to the realm of acquaintances. By doing so, I safeguard myself from unnecessary conflict. Life is already filled with chaos due to natural occurrences, and I have no desire to introduce any further turmoil.

I have always believed in the power of words. Just because someone utters words doesn’t automatically make them true. Similarly, the mere act of speaking words doesn’t guarantee their validity.

One’s true character lies in the kindness and intention behind their words. We all fall prey to moments of selfishness, pride, and intolerance – a flaw inherent within us.

Words hold immense power. As you navigate the challenges of life, whether it’s an infuriating near-miss in traffic, a berating boss, or a backstabbing colleague, how you respond speaks volumes about your outlook. Personally, I strive to safeguard the peace I’ve earned, becoming less tolerant of the unnecessary drama reminiscent of high school antics.

Remember, our words shape our reality. Let empathy and compassion guide your choices, ensuring that every utterance contributes to a more harmonious existence for all.

Inspiration

Embracing Unexpected Love: A Celebration of Motherhood

Reba Nietert

Copyright 2017 – Rebecca Nietert

Today, I invite you to embark on a heartfelt journey, where love knows no bounds and bonds are forged through the strength of the human spirit. Join me as we delve into a truly extraordinary story of a mother’s love, a love that transcends biology and defies the limits of what we perceive as conventional. Gathered around, let us witness the unwavering devotion we are capable of, even in the face of loss and adversity.

Part 1: An Unconventional Family

In this tale of love and resilience, we meet an exceptional soul whose heart expanded to encompass a new family member, not by blood but by an unbreakable bond. Explore the depths of parental love, its ability to overcome boundaries, and the remarkable journey of blending families, forming unbreakable connections that stand the test of time.

Part 2: Honoring the Gift of Parenthood

Today marks a momentous occasion, the 11th birthday of a beloved daughter. Amidst the joy and celebration, a bittersweet undercurrent lingers. As this new parent prepares to surprise their daughter with lunch at school and tokens of love, we witness the tremendous honor they feel for being entrusted with the role of raising a precious child. Reflect on the immense responsibility and the depth of gratitude that accompanies such a gift.

Part 3: A Mother’s Unspoken Legacy

In the midst of the festivities, moments of introspection touch the heart. The absence of the biological mother awakens a spectrum of emotions, from guilt to longing. We explore the complexities of blended families and the profound ability to love unconditionally, even in the presence of loss. Through tears and introspection, we gain insight into the immense strength that lies within each of us.

Part 4: Healing Through Love

As our storyteller sheds tears of empathy for the daughter’s loss, we delve into the power of love as a healing force. We explore the notion that perhaps, the gifts, cakes, and endless kisses serve as an elixir, momentarily easing the pain of understanding. Witness the transformative impact of love and affection, offering solace and warmth in the face of grief and sorrow.

Conclusion:

Dear readers, as we come to the end of this remarkable tale of unexpected love, let us remember the extraordinary capacity of the human heart. Today, we have witnessed the profound impact that one person’s choice to embrace an unconventional family can have on both their lives and the lives of those they hold dear. It is a testament to the power of love, compassion, and the unwavering spirit of motherhood.

In celebrating this special bond and honoring the journey of selfless parenting, we are reminded that true motherhood transcends biological ties. It is a testament to the strength, resilience, and boundless capacity for love that resides within the human spirit.

Today, let us stand united in celebrating the incredible love that has blossomed within this family. May their story inspire us all to embrace and celebrate the unexpected, to nurture and cherish the bonds of love that weave through the tapestry of our lives, and to acknowledge the transformative power of motherly devotion, wherever it may bloom.

Inspiration, The Children

A Journey of Love and Resilience: Embracing the Firsts

Reba Nietert

Copyright 2017 – Rebecca Nietert

Today, I want to share with you the incredible and heartwarming journey I have embarked upon, as I find myself raising three beautiful children who have experienced the profound loss of their parents. In this blog, I hope to convey the resilience and strength of these incredible young souls, while also inviting you to join me in becoming their cheerleaders on this path of discovery and growth. Together, let us celebrate the power of love, hope, and the beauty found within the firsts.

A Surprising Resilience:

At first, I expected life to be filled with challenges and uncertainties as I stepped into this role. However, the truth revealed itself to me in the most unexpected ways. Children are remarkably resilient, capable of adapting and embracing life with an incredible zest. Despite the hardships they have faced, their spirit shines through, teaching me invaluable lessons about resilience and joy.

Embracing the Firsts:

In the months to come, I am thrilled to introduce you to each child’s unique personality, and allow you to witness the beauty of their journey through the firsts – those precious and transformative moments that shape their lives. From their first steps to their first day of school, we will explore how these milestones become small victories, reminding us of the strength and perseverance that reside within each child.

Trials and Joy Unveiled:

Life’s trials and moments of pure joy often arise unannounced, and for these children, such experiences bubble up without permission. Through their stories, we will delve into the unpredictable nature of life and celebrate the resilience that empowers them to face new challenges head-on, with a remarkable sense of curiosity and wonder.

Falling in Love with these Hearts:

As I have journeyed alongside these children, I have come to fall deeply in love with their spirits. Their innocence, their laughter, and their endless capacity for love have captivated my heart. I invite you to join me in sharing this same affection for them – to become their cheerleaders and advocates, providing them with the unwavering support and encouragement that every child deserves.

Becoming Their Parent:

In this newfound role, I wholeheartedly embrace the responsibility of being their parent. I promise to love them with the same fierce devotion that I would my own children. Their happiness, well-being, and growth are my utmost priorities, and I am committed to providing them with the guidance, nurturing, and boundaries they need to thrive.

Conclusion:

Dear reader,

The journey of raising these three wonderful children has taught me invaluable lessons about resilience, hope, and the immense ability of the human spirit to persevere. Together, let us celebrate life’s firsts and cheer on these incredible souls. May this be a reminder that love and support can transform lives, and that each child’s story is worth sharing and celebrating.

Thank you for joining me on this journey.

With heartfelt gratitude,

Reba

Inspiration

Rediscovering My Urban Spirit: Embracing Authenticity in Suburbia

Reba Nietert

Copyright 2017 – Rebecca Nietert

There’s something about the energy and vibrancy of the city that has always captivated me. Soaking in the arts, culture, and the fast-paced nature of urban life truly fuels my soul. However, circumstances led me to trade the bustling streets for the tranquility of suburban living. In this blog, I will delve into my journey of rediscovering my urban spirit and embracing authenticity in the sometimes stifling world of suburban life.

Body:

1. The Allure of City Life:

From the theater district to trendy boutiques and gourmet restaurants, the city offers a myriad of experiences that ignite my passion. The intellect and creativity that thrives in cultural epicenters like these are unmatched. The hustle and bustle of everyday life bring a sense of purpose and excitement that fuels my soul.

2. The Transition to Suburbia:

Entering the realm of suburban living often requires sacrificing the high heels and stylish outfits for comfortable shoes and practical clothing. Sweaters replace flowing blouses, and the vibrant accessories get tucked away. This transition can feel like a departure from our authentic selves, leaving us longing for the connection to our true urban spirit.

3. The Burden of Social Constraints:

Within suburban communities, conformity to unwritten social norms can be strongly enforced. As a city girl at heart, not conforming to the suburban housewife mold can invite judgment and scrutiny. The pressure to fit in can be stifling, and it requires resilience to stay true to our authentic selves.

4. Unleashing Authenticity:

Rediscovering our urban spirit means unapologetically embracing our true selves in the midst of suburbia. It involves recapturing the essence of what makes us unique and finding ways to incorporate elements of the city’s energy and culture into our suburban lives. Whether it’s seeking out local art sessions, seeking diverse friendships, or creating vibrant spaces in our homes, we have the power to infuse our surroundings with our authentic selves.

5. Embracing the Unconventional:

The journey towards authenticity requires embracing the unconventional and challenging the status quo. It means embracing our personal desires and passions, even if they differ from the traditional suburban ideal. By doing so, we not only honor our true selves but also inspire others to do the same.

Conclusion:

As a city girl navigating suburban living, it can be easy to lose sight of our authentic selves. However, by embracing our urban spirit and unapologetically weaving it into our daily lives, we can find fulfillment and create a sense of purpose. Let us celebrate our uniqueness, defy social constraints, and empower ourselves to live authentically, even in the most unexpected of places.

The Children

Embracing the Broken: A Journey of Love and Healing

Reba Nietert

Copyright 2017 – Rebecca Nietert

Three years ago, when I was asked if I would love them like they’re my own, I had no idea of the magnitude of that commitment. I simply wanted to be part of the village that could help raise these kids. Little did I know that they had come to me carrying the weight of brokenness, longing for the love and stability they had been deprived of. In this heartfelt blog, I will recount the challenges and rewards of taking on the responsibility of nurturing children who had known little but instability and uncertainty.

A Broken Foundation:

The absence of constant parental attention had left deep wounds on these children’s hearts. They struggled academically, their behavior exhibited signs of their pain, and they found solace in sucking the life out of every fleeting moment, believing that all people who enter our lives eventually leave. It was clear that they craved something more, something stable and lasting.

The Power of Unconditional Love:

Amidst their brokenness, it became evident that their parents had loved them dearly. It was this foundation of love that provided a glimpse of the good within them, buried beneath layers of insecurity and doubt. With unconditional love as the guiding principle, I embarked on a journey to create a nurturing environment where they could heal and grow into their true potential.

Embracing the Role of Authority:

For these children to find stability, a balance needed to be found between love and discipline. As the authority figure in their lives, it was my responsibility to set boundaries, establish routines, and teach them important life skills. This delicate balance allowed them to feel secure while also instilling a sense of accountability and self-respect.

A Village Built on Support:

Recognizing the enormity of the task at hand, it became clear that it takes more than one person to mend the broken pieces. Creating a village of support became imperative. Seeking guidance from therapists, educators, and other caregivers enriched their experience, allowing them to blossom under a community committed to their well-being.

Finding Healing and Growth:

Over time, as these children felt the unwavering commitment of love surrounding them, they began to heal. Their academic performance improved, their behavior stabilized, and a newfound sense of belonging emerged. It was within this safe space that they started to believe in the possibility of lasting relationships and a future filled with unconditional love.

Conclusion:

Taking on the responsibility of nurturing broken children is not for the faint of heart. It requires immense love, dedication, and a deep understanding of the lasting impact that stability and unwavering support can have on their lives. By creating an environment rooted in love and embracing the role of authority, we can offer broken children a chance to heal, grow, and rewrite their narratives.

We must remember that the strength of the village lies in its ability to provide a safe and nurturing space, a place where brokenness can be mended and hearts can find solace. May we all be inspired to open our arms wide and embrace those in need, helping them rediscover the beauty and resilience within themselves.