When I had my own private practice, I saw a lot of older people primarily. And of course I talk to everyone of my patients, having more time and social exuberance than most doctors. And on two seperate, almost identical occasions this funny thing happened. A sweet older lady would tell me horror stories of their bum sons who still live at home, left their wives for seemingly no reason, won’t get a job, are in and out of court for failure to pay child support, and here is the funny part. Both separate unrelated ladies telling me identical stories then would tell me how sweet and wonderful I was and that they would like me to date their son. On both occasions, upon hearing these stories of horrifying men, I would assume the best and try to change the subject and ask them, “Oh, how many sons do you have?” And they would reply, “Oh, just one”. Bahahaha. So funny. Just thought I’d give a chuckle today to start the day. 🙂
What a blessing little details in life are. After baseball practice with me and my kids are the park we stopped to play at the playground. And I sat on the shaded picnic table and what do you know, it juggled and rocked when I rocked on it. How did God know I wanted to rock on a rocking chair while waiting for my kids to play? So cool. Lol Yes it may be damaged, but I am really digging this rocking picnic table.
So I am here with my son at his friend’s awkward party. And as awkward as it is, it just became more awkward because my ex, my son’s dad, just showed up and started throwing a football around with the boys. No other dad is doing that. He was supposed to come later and pick him up for his weekend. And I am stuck here waiting awkwardly for the party to be over so clothes can be exchanged from van to car. During awkward moments like this, others would play with apps on their phones or go on facebook or attempt awkward conversations with rude strangers here. But not me, I am blogging, talking to you good people. Why? Because writing is therapeutic and organizes my thoughts and I sympathize with your own awkward moments. We all have them. You are not alone. Lol 🙂
So today children everywhere took the day off of school and sat solemnly thinking about and studying presidents. Bahaha! It’s a real thing though!!! Next week we should take off school for Submarine Day or National Aquatics Day or Building Memorials Memorial Day. Amazing. Yes, I am being sarcastic. Oy.
Many are the folks who are not happy. I am (with the exception of many months surrounding a very heavy loss of my daddy) a very happy person. It is one of the gifts God gave me knowing what my life would be life and understanding the necessity of it well. Thank you, God. I can laugh at and out anything. I don’t even need a reason! My vivid imagination (another related) gift can put a mustache on any obnoxious female or a bonnet on any punk male and I can amuse myself all day long. Get me in nature and that is all I need in the world. But it has always amazed me how miserable people choose to be and how many miserable people looking to be happy are drawn to me. I guess they want some of my happy. (It is all from God, by the way, that is the secret so ask Him and draw close to Him and you can have it too.) And now that my happy is coming back, I see the same thing. So it gives me an opportunity to tell them I have peace and joy (which looks like happy from the outside most of the time) from God. This is a good thing most of the time. Sometimes, it is misunderstood as interest in a person when I am just looking past them at something funny. I don’t pay heed to people’s flirtation because I am married so all that is done, but sometimes I have to clarify. But no one who knows me denies my ability to make things right and keep moving forward. And it is good to have and work on a happiness lifestyle because for every misinterpretation is an opportunity to witness about God’s fantastic peace and joy He provides us for the humble asking and drawing near Him. God is amazing and gives generously, especially when we ask for noble and good things. Better to be misunderstood by being out there and noticable for your happiness than miserable in misery surrounded by more miserable people you look just like. Smile, I say! Laugh. Lighten up. Show God’s peace and joy! Be the light!
This time of year we enjoy trick or treating. We just finished, as a matter of fact. Our neighborhood is great, so much candy in so little an area. So, we skipped supper tonight so we could create some cavities and a lovely annual sugar rush. Enjoy your evening, everyone. Be safe and have loads of fun!! 🙂
Nothing in this world has given me greater joy and sheer madness, respectively, as being a Mother. Neither child has called me that. I have been “Mommy”, “Mom” and “Momma”. And for only having two living children, believe me I have been called these a lot. I think they call out “Mom” in place of breathing sometimes. And the madness, I could talk about the madness, the exhileration of two years of sleeplessness and children deciding no more naptime since they were 2 and a half. Really? Yes. And days of not having a vocal conversation with a read adult other than myself. And social craziness, I will not even go there this time. And there are the everything taking about twenty times as long because of the amount of luggage needed for the rascals to do anything at all. Five minute trip to the store is 20 minutes. Being the pack mule for the entire nation when hiking or going for walks or to the park. Their joy at going somewhere you dropped your world to take them and then guilt of feeling like a meany butt when told they have to actually return home that day after their huge fun. And can I please use the bathroom alone? Is that too much to ask? Can I breathe a breath of my own in a day? That and more is the crazy of my Momminess. That is the price you pay for the next part. The joy. The absolute pure joy of waking up and seeing the little people your children are becoming and are born to be and just thanking God for the opportunity to have so much time with these amazing little people God made. God made them inside my tummy, using building blocks of my and their dad’s DNA and adding such amazing little gifts and qualities all their own to make them just pleasurable to behold. It is a joyful honor to be their Momma. And I know the crazy only lasts, well, forever, but the joy does too. And everything in life has to be a balance for it to work right. And I will gladly take crazy to have joy and pride in playing a role in bringing up the absolutely most amazing little future parents/workers/spouses/lovers/helpers/God worshippers. It is incredible to think about. These people I am helping to develop into the best they can be and the love I have for them is powerful, powerful enough to create energy when there is none left, to instill hope when I am stifled, to pour love from me when I thought I had given the last of it, to freshen the soul when it had been weighed down. What is more valuable than that?