Fresh Look

What's in a name? I recall the hours I spent looking at name books when expecting our first child and looking up the different meanings associated with the names we liked. In the same fashion, I have been contemplating a  name change here on my blog, but was having a tough time deciding on what it should be. The original name was from a short story I wrote about myself and the postpartum depression I went through, and while it seemed fitting when I started my blog about a year ago, it doesn't anymore. Then, all of the sudden, in the wee hours of the early morning, while trying to fall back to sleep, it hit me! I awoke the next day and did a little research by looking up the root word -logy on Wiktionary:

a - branch of learning; study of a particular subject.
b - something said, or a way of speaking, a narrative.

How perfect?! The past 4 years have held incredible 'learning pockets', where I have learned so much about myself and who I truly am (not who everyone told me I was and who I tried to be for everyone). I am in another one right now, so the study of Tonya is quite fitting. BUT WAIT! The second form is equally fitting as my blog is my narrative of what I am learning; mostly so I can get the numerous thoughts out of my head (because they can have a crazy party in there when left unattended) but also to share with you (whoever you may be), that you can maybe learn something too. How often I have let myself stay trapped in a bubble of belief that NO ONE could possibly understand me!! But it is not true. We are all imperfect humans (not for lack of trying on my part, LOL) and struggle with the same core things, just maybe in a different situation. So I share. Take it as you will. :)

All that said, I believe I now have a completely fitting name for my blog. Welcome to TONYALOGY!

Finger Pointing

Friday morning, while waiting for the bus,  I noticed Weseley pointing at me and he seemed to be in deep thought. When he noticed me looking at him, he said, "did you know that when you point, there are still more fingers pointing at you?" "Really?" I asked. "Ya, I don't like it. How can I point without these other fingers pointing at me?" he replied. I was so impressed by our conversation, not to mention caught off guard, that I didn't know how to respond. As we continued watching for the bus, Weseley proceeded to try out some different 'pointing' methods. He used different fingers to point and twisted his little hand in various ways but always ended up with the same result; fingers pointing back at him. He finally decided that the best way to avoid this was to 'point' with a flat hand. The bus arrived and I hugged and kissed him and sent him off to school but our conversation has stuck with me. How much time do I spend 'pointing' at the people around me and not addressing my own problems? A LOT!  This goes along well with my previous post and is definitely another piece of my life puzzle that I choose to work on and improve. And I am so thankful that I was given this little reminder through my sweet-hearted little man. :)

"Stop judging others, and you will not be judged. For others will treat you as you treat them. Whatever measure you use in judging others, it will be used to measure how you are judged. And why worry about a speck in your friend's eye when you have a log in your own? How can you think of saying, "Friend, let me help you get rid of that speck in your eye," when you can't see past the log in your own eye? Hypocrite! First get rid of the log from your own eye; then perhaps you will see well enough to deal with the speck in your friend's eye."  ---  Matthew 7:1-5