Monday, May 26, 2008

You haven't lived until you've been embarrassed by a kid

You may have noticed on my profile that I have two children...technically, I have 6 but God decided to keep several for Himself. In any case, when someone asks the inevitable..."how many children do you have??" this is not a simple question for me. I know in my head that the correct answer is "2", but my heart refuses to pretend the others do not exist. Maybe someday when I know you better we can go there...but not today:)

The truth is that maybe God knew that I would never survive that many "teen" years. When they were little I really prayed for the rapture before that dreaded event, but alas it was not to be. So here I am doing my very best to keep from losing my mind in a house full of hormones.

They know that I am blogging these days. There has been alot of discussion about how I need to be careful not to embarrass them, which I think is hilarious because you really aren't a parent until you have been embarrassed by your kid. The first couple of years they lull you into a false sense of security looking all sweet and stuff. People at Kroger stop you in the aisle just to look at your little bundle of joy because the cuteness literally stopped them in their tracks. They even say stuff that you feel the need to stop everything for to write it down... like when said stranger asks your little towheaded boy where he got that blond hair and he looks up with those angelic blue eyes and seriously says, "Wal-Mart."

Fast forward a couple of years to the same little boy asking prayer for his daddy in junior church "because he has been drinking again". WHAT!!! It took about 35 seconds for a the pastor to send and old family friend/deacon to "talk" to my husband. My husband, with deep spiritual insight, decided to lean over and tell me this during the song service. So when I ran bawling from the sanctuary before the preaching began, I am sure that the tongues began to wag. I really thought that we were going to have to find another church after that one.

So if, for instance if I were to tell you that the most recent hilarity around here is that someone (not me or dad or sister...) was working very hard to iron a shirt for Sunday morning in accordance with mom's declaration that SHE IS NOT A MAID and that after much work and frustration dad discovered that the can of "starch" said Spray and Wash...oops! shhh, don't tell him I told you. He would be sooooo embarrassed!

Ps: I would like you all to pray for my husband...............JUST KIDDING!!


rthling said...

Alas, indeed1
Don't they know that begging and pleading for us to NOT embarrass them is a direct invitation for us to delve deep within our memories to find the most hilarious and embarrassing moments we can possibly share???
Silly, silly children!

My Goodness said...

Fun stuff...but be careful...they will choose your nursing home!:)

The Boyds Family said...

Oh yeah - we.owe.them. lol!