They can’t eat you.

July 20, 2010

So last night I laid in bed and tossed and turned trying to figure all out – wallowing in my own sadness over so much. Our house, moving, leaving behind family and friends.

Suddenly, my dads’ voice popped into my head, “They can’t eat you.”

The other day I was talking to him about our move, how nothing seemed to be going right; from the short sale to finding a new place to live. I was sulky and whining. He looked at me, and said, (he’s a psychologist) “Honey, they can’t eat you. You might lose your home, you might lose it all. You may have to live somewhere crappy for a while. But you and Sam are healthy, so is Bella – a lot of people have much bigger things than a credit score to worry about. That’s nothing compared to Bella being sick, Sam losing his job. They might take all but they can’t eat you, they can’t eat Sam, or Bella.”

I giggled and knew what he meant, but what he was trying to say didn’t hit me fully.

Last night, laying there with all the stress compounding on me, it finally sank in.

This isn’t the end of the world. I’m not going to die because the house might not sell. We just give back to the bank, take a hit on our credit and keep rolling. We have each other, we are looking at cute apartments in the city, I don’t have to go back to work right away – it’s not that bad. I can’t change (or control) what’s happening – and believe me, I’m giving it my best shot – so I need to let go.

I’ve changed my outlook. Am I still sad? Yes, because I will miss my home and family. But this move isn’t the end of the world, nor should be controlling my life and emotions the way it has been.

As I lay in bed writing this, a healthy, happy Bella plays next to me. Sam is sleeping because it’s his day off from a job that pays our bills. I get to be at home and watch my daughter grow up. We love each other.

No matter what happens with this move, we’re a family. It will be ok. Good or bad credit, house or no house. They can’t eat us.


  • Sara

    July 21, 2010 at 6:53 am

    When I saw this post title, I got it. I feel like I’m getting chewed up and spit out lately, but a little perspective is chipping away at the situation. Thanks, Diana’s dad…

  • Melodramamma

    July 20, 2010 at 9:29 pm

    What GREAT advice. What a great dad.

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  • Jamie

    July 20, 2010 at 12:20 pm

    I needed to read this. Many thanks to you – and your dad. 🙂

  • Mandy

    July 20, 2010 at 12:05 pm

    I love you

  • Meredith

    July 20, 2010 at 10:14 am

    I heart your dad. Mine always said “they can’t take your birthday away” to express the same sentiment…but “they can’t eat you?” I like it even more, I’m so going to use it on my kids someday.

    1. Lisa

      July 21, 2010 at 12:14 pm

      OMG, my dad always said that too 🙂

  • Cathy

    July 20, 2010 at 10:10 am

    Aw tear, this is a cute post. I like it!

  • metta1313

    July 20, 2010 at 9:34 am

    Isn’t clarity a great thing? And like always, this post reminds me of a story I must post about…where I’m almost 4 month preggers and I get a RIF letter and lose my mind…but then I get some clarity.

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