“Mommy, what’s the worst hurricane in history?” Sweetness
“I don’t know…let’s find out” Ronnie
I’ll admit that school, study, work and crap has made me a bit less attentive than what I’d normally be with my family. I do try very hard to have my “quota” study time in by the time the kiddo’s get home from school, but come on, we all know that doesn’t always happen. I severely misjudged the chapter on Nutrition. I mean, just feed them. How hard can that be? I digressed. So this morning, while Sweetness slept in (no Guardians, sorry), Merrill and I watched the Weather Channel and it’s coverage of the hurricane. When my only begotten son arose to greet his day, he did so with a curiosity in his heart…..What’s in your wallet? If found wandering, would anyone know to whom you belong?
No, it’s a #momlife status, not a Christian status, although something could be said for good ‘ole fashion belief in Him..so many parallels I could make, but time, like everything else, prevents me. It began with “How do hurricanes start” and ended with the story of Hurricane Andrew…in 1992. Like the condom question earlier this week, I have always said that when they’re ready to ask, they’re ready to know. Not the whole story….no no….for that’s too much, but he can know some basics so that 1. He respects the hearts of others and 2. I’m not a grandmother…..just saying. Truth is, sex in my family, always been a very open, honest discussion…almost like reading the paper over coffee, so there will be other question, other inquiries that won’t be as easy as the hurricane, or condom question. There will be deep-seated fears, agonies, terrors (like the freaking clown) that he will come to me with…and I need to be ready….and able to help him be a good man.
This is really what’s it all about. Anyone can have sex and make a baby, but to earn your Parent Card requires a willingness to accept that at some point, they are not going to be under your influence anymore….When their best friends ask them to take a, “Triple shot” with them, When a girl, whom finds herself in love, says “Yes”, when the apex comes and the decision to follow the crowd, or tell everyone to “Eff off Eh”. They need us to answer their questions, because TRUST, the World will be more than happy to educate them….I’ve committed some horrible acts against the hearts of others, and I did so, because I freely thought it was Caveat Emptor, if they fell for me, that was their fault….I never promised them anything….Having your Parent Card means they will have their hearts broken, their minds screwed with, their Spirits tested….and you have to stand by, as a witness to their pain… and not be a participant in the ass-kicking the other deserves. Sigh….they’re scared, they’re afraid, they’re excited, they try and fail….THEY’RE your babies….and your Parent Card means that you swear your Seal of Approval upon them, like a stamp, so the world knows…you did right by them. Nursing School takes away some of that for them, but I have Merrill and whose better to explain a condom than a man who was quite the Rex in his day? I’m like, “Don’t have sex EVER” and he’s like, “Son…protect yourself”…well it does take two to make a beautiful baby. What’s in your wallet? Are you a parent, or just a woman with a baby? Hey I don’t judge….sometimes it takes us some time to figure out the difference…..What role will you model today? Well..the survival of the world may very well depend on you. Be Blessed.
Remember you set the Tone, you ARE the Example. BE KIND to each other. Show GRACE and MERCY to all those whom cross your path today. With your Daily Affirmations complete, “What’s that? The Galveston Hurricane? Let’s look it up”…Be Blessed.