The brown trunk for the leafy treetops.
The unnoticed stem of the blossoming rose.
The earth's concealed magma core.
Which is the position they save for the most feminine, elegant, teeny tiny Disney princess on the team. Obviously.
Which brings us to a gem I like to call, "Snake-face Stephen and his venomous comment that almost drove me to sucking down Tablespoons full of vomit inducing Ipecac." Let us commence...
Stephen was in the gym early, before the basketball game, and sadly, so was I. He had slithered and perched right in front of me with his permanent wave hair, tortoise shell glasses (with gradient shading~they got darker the higher you went~like a windshield) and brown knit shirt with horizontal stripes. (Mm hmmm. Just sayin') He then leaned over to the girl next to him and fork-tongue HISSED while pointing strait at me with obvious glee, "That's Lisa. Yeah, her. She's the biggest cheerleader." And the girl nodded as she looked me up and down in critical assessment.
And I bent over to tie my shoe...
...and died a thousand deaths.
That night I went home, went to the medicine closet and pulled out the case with first aid supplies. "In case of poisoning" it said. Exactly what had happened~I'd been poisoned. But fortunately for me, the antidote was already in my system.
Self worth, a comforting gift from my Heavenly Father, kicked in immediately and the anti-venom had been at work since I'd bent to tie my shoe. I didn't realize it yet, but as soon as I held the bottle in my hands, I almost laughed aloud at my own melodrama. "Are you kidding me? You know who you are, Lisa. And THIS is NOT who you are." And I pushed the case back into the closet, arose and went into the kitchen for a treat. (Apparently, THAT is who I am. Surprise, surprise.)
I don't really know how it happened~that I was saved from a life filled with self doubt and destructive choices. A tender mercy, absolutely. An inborn spiritual strength, positively. A raising up by goodly...and Godly...parents, as the BASE for who I was...and am...and will continue to be, undeniably.
And so, I AM THE BASE of every pyramid. Every. Single. Pyramid. (she said majestically)
The mother of the family.
The rock for the wise-man's house.
The Spanx underneath the little black dress.
Go ahead. Climb on. I hold strong.