It’s that time of year again. Mother’s Day is coming up this Sunday. I can’t imagine what my friends go through who have lost their mothers or perhaps don’t have the most loving moms. I am so thankful for my mom, even though she can drive me up a wall at times. She is the most giving person I know and she’ll kill herself trying to do for you, almost to the point of being ridiculous. I have a hard time keeping up with her or getting her to “behave”. She isn’t able anymore to work circles around everyone like she used to so I try to get her to take it easy. She’s getting a little better at it, but let one of us girls (me or my sis) get sick and need help and she goes crazy.
I have always been the opposite of her. Sometimes on purpose and sometimes not! She’s always superbly coifed and dressed to perfection while I am only comfy in jeans and tennis shoes. She is always worried about how everyone else perceives her (and us) while I usually couldn’t care less. She tends to be a nagger while I am more apt to take a less confrontational approach. She’s one of the only people on the earth who I love fiercely and want to strangle at the time time. Ha ha!
Thank you, Mom, for teaching me about manners and etiquette, for taking care of me all the millions of times I’ve needed you, for not killing me when I deserved it. For supporting me in your own way as I became a mom and did things completely different from you. Thanks for the kind words you have said or written about me to others that you probably don’t realize I know about. Even when I have been heartbroken over problems between us, I have always been thankful for you.
I pray you have an amazing Mother’s Day and EVERY day. I pray for you improved health and a closer walk with Jesus as we plod on into the future together as a family. I pray blessings on you each and every day! I love you, Mom.
Okay y’all… you’ll have to extend some grace here. I had my 30th wedding anniversary last week and I’m just now posting about it!
Yes, we were just babies in 1985.
There have been times, over the years, that it wouldn’t have taken much for either of us to just walk away. It’s been hard at times. There have also been amazing, awesome, wonderful times, of course. But those storms when it seems there’s no chance of escaping in one piece can shake you to the core.
But God… If not for having Him in our lives and in our marriage, we surely would not have made it for thirty years. Of course, we can do nothing on our own, but we like to think we can. We so easily forget that it’s only by the will of God that we even breathe let alone move, think, walk and talk.
I’m so thankful that He intervened so many times in our marriage. I have always felt really glad that both Hubby and I had intact families (neither of our parental units have divorced) and have two examples of half-century marriages to look to, although… *giggle* our marriage looks nothing like either of theirs.
And we don’t want it to! We exchange knowing looks of agreement when either set of our parents are doing something we find annoying and we’ll laugh or commiserate later that we’re SO glad we don’t “___whatever___” like they do. I’m sure our kids have the same feelings about us and I guess that’s how life is.
We make our own lives and our own favorite ways of being a couple.
Speaking of the kids, July has become Anniversary Month around here. Our oldest son and his wife
celebrated seven years of marriage the week before our 30th anniversary, after which our youngest son & his wife
had their first-ever anniversary! Yep, all within three weeks.
I’m not sure how that happened, but I think it’s kinda cool. And convenient too in that none of us can quite forget any of the others’ anniversaries. Ha ha!
I have to admit…I was feeling pretty bummed that we didn’t have any kind of “real” celebration for our 30th though. I mean, that’s supposed to be some kind of milestone, isn’t it? I sure don’t know many couples our age who have been married even half this long. I remember having “dreams” if you will, of being able to take a cruise for our 25th anniversary, but that didn’t happen. Not for lack of wanting on either of our parts, but for lack of funds? You betcha. So five years ago, we plunked down a chunk on a room for the night way high on this mountain, and it was awesome.
It just would have been more awesome if I hadn’t worried about money the whole time. *sigh* And here we were five years later, and once again, absolutely no funds for any kind of get-away or even a room for the night somewhere.
I was getting really bummed. We talked about maybe going to do the Virginia Creeper trail, which is a cycling thing, and that would have been great, but the drive was so long that we’d have been killed to have driven there, ride the trail and then drive back home in one day, so we didn’t even attempt it rather than go and not enjoy it.
After having to replace our air conditioner system (lighting hit it) and then just the week before our anniversary, our water heater broke, saturating the carpet in our bedroom and adding another big expense we couldn’t afford… we just didn’t have any extra money for anything big.
I had spent the week being really sad over it to the point I just didn’t want to do anything. However, the day arrived, a Sunday, and my best friend from high school, who I hadn’t seen in probably 10 or more years, who has recently moved back here with her newly-adopted TWO YEAR OLD son!!! She was coming to our church and wanted to see if we could meet and at least sit together. Of all days for this to happen, on our 30th anniversary had to be a “God thing” because this sweet lady was my one and only “bridal party”..my maid of honor!!! How cool is that??
So, we got to meet her adorable little guy, visit for a bit, then we took off. We’d gotten a coupon for a free appetizer at a restaurant we like, but there’s not one near us, so before I even knew what he was doing, Hubby was on the interstate and all he’d say was we were going to eat.
We drove 100 miles away, found the restaurant and had a great meal. By this time, God had worked on my sour attitude and I was just enjoying time with my husband of 30 whole years. I began to think about how hard-working and caring he is. How he’s encouraged me to try harder and do more than I ever would have attempted myself.
Later, we stopped in a couple of surplus home goods stores and bought a few little items, found a gorgeous duvet cover with shams for our king size bed for just $18!! Then we walked through the other place, that was more for builders I guess.. it had furniture and decor and we saw some gorgeous items that gave us some inspirations for future improvements on the house.
Then we went to a couple of health food stores and he helped me pick out meals for the coming week. His request, saying “since it’s our anniversary”… LOL! is for me to start eating better.
and then stopped at the Walmart at home to pick up some batteries we needed and I bought us a selfie stick. See?
This is the photo I sent to the kids showing them how techno-savvy their parents are. HAHAHA!!
And so, our 30th anniversary came and went and left me with a sense of satisfaction. I am sad that I’ve wasted so many years being dissatisfied with things, life, people, myself… but I am doing my best to change things now.
And I’m looking forward to reaching our 50th anniversary and yes, still hoping we might have a bit bigger celebration by that time. But if not, I know that’ll be okay too.
We have each other and we’re happy. That’s enough.
Philippians 4:11-12 – “Not that I am speaking of being in need, for I have learned in whatever situation I am to be content. I know how to be brought low, and I know how to abound. In any and every circumstance, I have learned the secret of facing plenty and hunger, abundance and need.”
After leaving you hanging with this post, I had to scramble to recall the details of the incident I’m about to recollect for you.
Okay, so my dad is weird, We figured that one out already. He marches to the beat of his own drum, you might say (yes, possibly in his underwear) so don’t even think you know the tune he’s drumming or what his drum’s even made of because nobody knows. No-body. I’m not sure if this incident had anything to do with his weirdness or if it was just “dumb luck”.
Like I said, his very own drummer, uhkay?
This happened when my boys were not quite teenagers yet and I’m not really sure why we were all there at bedtime, but for some reason we were.
Dad had already got in bed, but he was watching TV in there. Maybe the boys were being loud or something. I honestly can’t remember. What I DO remember is that he suddenly started hollering, “Hey! HEY! SOMEBODY COME IN HERE!”
I dunno who went in first, but I remember calling through the door to ask what was wrong. Didn’t wanna risk another viewing of Undieman, ya know? So I hollered through the door.
He said, “There’s something in here!” Well, yeah, if I’d had time to think about it, I would have probably rolled on the floor laughing at the ludicrousness of him saying that now, some 20 years after this incident, but I didn’t have time. Now, however, it makes me crack up.
So my eldest son, who was probably around 12 or 13 at the time, opened the door as I peered into the room from behind him. All I could see was Dad in the blue flicker of TV light, with the covers pulled up under his nose staring wide-eyed at the ceiling in the corner of the room.
“What is that thing?”, he said, and pointed to where he was looking so intently.
We both leaned in, staying behind the door because frankly, Dad was freaking us out a little. What we saw was hard to make out, but at first it appeared to just be a big black blob up in the corner of the room. Yes indeed, scary enough if you’ve watched as many spooky movies as I have, but as our eyes adjusted to the low light, we could make out the skin-like wings of a bat!
By this time, my husband had come on the scene from wherever he had been. Perhaps he was trying to keep his distance from the bedroom? I guess maybe the possibility of seeing your father-in-law in his skivvies was more than he wanted to deal with at the time, but he went on in to see if it was indeed a bat and what could be done to get the thing out of the house!
In case you’re wondering, no, this wasn’t the same house that had Undieman running for his life. It was actually a house that had been my grandparents’ for as long as I could remember. It was built in the 1940’s so it was a fairly old house, although very solid and not at all ramshackle or run-down like you might imagine a bat would like to hang around in. Maybe this was a progressive, rebel bat who was looking for a more modern scene?
Anyhow, so Hubby proceeds to try shooing the bat out, which leads my mother to scream bloody murder lest the thing escape the bedroom and be set loose to fly all over the house. I think she figured she didn’t have to sleep in the bedroom in case we had to just shut the thing up in there and wait for an exterminator. The hubby soon learns that This Bat will not be shoo’ed. He simply flaps and squawks at Hubby’s pathetic attempts to make him leave. Once or twice, The Bat flew from one corner to another, which didn’t get him any closer to being outside and was apparently a little unnerving to both men judging from the occasional yelps that came from inside the room.
In a few minutes, Hubby sticks his head out the door and instructs the boys to find something to catch the bat in. My mind went completely blank as it raced to try even fathoming what my parents might have lying around that would double as a bat catcher. Before I could start a list of possibilities, our eldest comes to the door with a couple of lacrosse sticks from the set Mom had bought the boys to play with. PERFECT!
With a bit of effort, Hubby soon had The Bat scooped into the nets and holding the sticks together in the most ridiculous fashion he hurried out the front door that Mom was holding open. She slammed it shut almost before my poor hubby made it outside, as if The Bat had come through the front door in the first place.
And so that, my friends, is the story of that time a bat got in Dad’s bedroom and he got a new name, although not really a superhero name like Undieman.
Can you guess what it was?