Before I Became a Housewife
A True Story of Family, Maturity, and Faith
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Chapter 4: Growing up One morning, my aunt, who married my blonde uncle, picked us up and we were headed to Duncan's Pond. The weather was warm, about 87 degrees, and no clouds in sight. My aunt told us that she was also picking up her cousin, Jimmy. He was the ring bearer in her wedding, not to long ago. He was also in love with my sister. We were all squeezed in the back seat looking at each other and saying hi. I was looking forward to the lake. I wanted to swim. I could look for fish, and eat. I noticed with my growling stomache, that I was starving. I would dive in to the cooler when I got there, I thought. I ran in the water, after I drank my juice. All the splashing an jumping made me wade to another part of the pond where I wasn't feeling closed in by kids and babies with soaked diapers. I floated to a deserted area about 20 feet away and enjoyed my peace of mind. I saw frogs on lily pads and touched one. He ignored my finger by jumping in swiftly. I kept walking to a shadier part of water and I started to feel the seaweed under my feet. The griminess made me turn around and head in the other direction. There was a floating like fish, at least I assumed it was a fish, coming towards me. I either swam back to the seaweed or take this floating fish head on. I took a few steps forward and noticed it was a black long, snake sliithering at me. I jumped. It wasn't a fish, or a frog, but a water snake. Some can be harmless, but I was more afraid in that moment than I veer was in my short ife. A whistle blew and it was the lifeguard telling the swimmers to leave the water until they could move the snake into another direction away from the beach. People moved very quickly. Where I , had no other choice but to walk through the seaweed. At that point, I didn't care. I didn't want to go anywhere near that snake. I walked in the seaweed as if it were pavement. I stood on the sand like evereyone else, grateful I got out of there. After the snake incident, I stayed on the beach for a bit, listened to the radio, and got some sun. My sister, brother and Jimmy went back into the water shortly after the snake left. I watched them swim, make sand castles and collected rocks in their buckets. I seen teen girls with boys, flirting with one another. I could tell easily who was into who, and who was not. When I looked back at the water again, I noticed Jimmy was swimming to the deep end. That was pretty deep. My feet wouldn't touch the ground, that far. But, I could swim out there. There was an orange colored rope that showed how far you were allowed to go in the pond. For some reason, Jimmy was swimming out there, alone. I left my towel and quickly ran in. I forgot to ta eoff my long white t-shirt. When I swam further, the weight of the shirt, held me back a bit. I kept my eye on him and I noticeed he was trying to step on the orange rope so he wouldn't go under the water. But the rope wouldn't hold his weight. He just kept going under. I looked behind me when I started to tire to see if the Lifeguard would notice two kids out here struggling. But I couldn't see him. I kept swimming and I as I got closer, Jimmy had seen me and was trying hard to stay afloat. I coudl tell he was panicking with his arms thrashing. For a spllit second, I thought we were going to drown. As I reached for him, he jumped on my back, which wasn't the smartest thing for him to do. His weight put me under the water. Once again, the sliimy seaweed was between my toes. I knew I had to swim no matter if I was under or above . I let him ride my back with his head above and swam as fast as I could. My whole body was shaking. I had no idea how far away I was to reaching the sand. I remember praying to God to help me make it, at least where I could touch the ground. Before I knew it, I felt the sand on my toes. It helped me to drag us along closer to the shore. Jimmy still holding onto my back, didn't let go until I came up from the water. He looked at me and ran out of the with force. No thanks from him, not a word. He was franctic on what had happened. It didn't matter to me if he thanked me or not. I knew what I did was the right thing to do. I was catching my breath when I realized I could've died saving him. I saw him struggling to swim and going under. I f I didn't try to save him, that would be imprinted in my brain for the rest of my life. I sat on my towel out of breath and glanced over at him. He was vivibly shaken, lips purple. from the cold. He noticed me looking at him and at that point, we had an understanding. He almost died, so did I. I smiled at him and looked away. I didn't look at the pond the same way again. I didn't tel lmy aunt what had happened. It was no one's fault. It just....happened.She always loved and took care of us as if we were her own. It was an event that came and went in a matter of minutes. We were both safe, that's all that mattered.
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'Before I became a house wife', is the second installment of Debbie Raymond-Pinet's books of being a stay at home Mom. The first named 'Tales of a house wife' was released in November 2006 and journey's through her role as a wife, mother and her emotions dealing with change, busy schedules, and post partum depression. 'Before I became a house wife' is also a true story on her childhood with a large family unit, an alcoholic father, who found sobriety. And, the teen years forming questions on realism on sexuality. It climaxes her relationships with men and how they helped her flourish into the woman she is today. A strong, independent, pride filled wife and mother of two. It shows the struggle a child goes through when a parent has a substance abuse issue. But, it also shows the love she carried on for her family, no matter what. Her faith kept her positive even as a child. She explores what religion has taught her, and sets a landscape for the future. It's an enjoyable, emotional, easy read with an understanding on maturity and love.
About the Author
Debbie Raymond-Pinet is a first time published author of 'Tales of a house wife,' made available in November 2006 by Authorhouse Publishing. She's a wife and mother of two, a daughter 5 years old, and a son, 3 and a half. She resides on the East Coast with her large family and enjoys the beaches, lakes, and camping. She's a writer at heart who continues with journals, short stories, and a second book titled 'Before I became a house wife.' She seeks out nature with it's abundance of wildlife and takes care of them as if they were her own. She reads on a daily basis and constantly strives to write more about staying at home and how difficult and rewarding it can be. She created a charity by donating food, clothing, and charitable donations to Child and Family Services for their outstanding support and care with their son. She remains humbled because of her family and has a positive outlook on life. Her spirituality grows with her as her journey moves to a different road. She hopes to continue to entertain, help, and give advice to those who are anxious, and excited about parenthood as she is.