Well, obviously…Momma

My momma was a young mom.

My momma’s everyday mood, for the most part, was “stressed out”.

My dad chose to NOT financially support his family, so it fell on her. So, why wouldn’t she be stressed out?

My childhood wasn’t fantastic, but it wasn’t horrible either. I have some great memories.

It made me who I am today…and I ain’t that bad.

My momma taught me two very important things that I will pass on to my children.

Two things that I will forever be thankful for…

1. When you don’t know what to say or pray: Call on the name of Jesus—even if that’s all you can say. Jesus, Jesus, Jesus. I’ve made it through many dark nights, many sicknesses, many deployments, calling on His name.

2. Pray over your children. I can remember waking up many nights, feeling my momma laying her hands on me and hearing her pray over me. There’s power in a mother’s prayer!

I’m very thankful for a praying momma. There have been many times I have called her and she has stopped in the middle of work, in the middle of a crowd, and prayed for me. If she did nothing else right throughout my childhood, this would have been enough.

And she still diligently intercedes for her children.

She’s a good mom.

If you have some issues with your mom from the past: let them go! Remember that not only is life too short, but that moms are just doing the best they can! They are learning as they go. They all make mistakes. You will to.

Transformers and Engineering

When the first Transformer movie made it’s debut a few years ago, my son wanted all of these transformer toys for Christmas. Coincidentally, this was also a Christmas where my husband was deployed, so I was on my own to shop and felt obliged to make up for his absence, so I bought them–all of them!  I bought Maximus Prime, Bumblebee, transforming airplanes, so many, I can’t even remember. The transformers come packaged, untransformed, so Bumblebee was a little yellow car, Maximus Prime was a diesel truck, etc. 

Christmas morning was awesome! My boy had them torn out of the package and onto the floor faster than you could blink! He loved them! He played with them a while before he transformed them into the walking versions of themselves. And then he had even more fun, as the pretend war he was having with them became action packed! He played for hours! 

And then we had a problem: 

Son: “Momma, I can’t get Bumblebee back into a car. Please help me”. 

Me: “Okay, give him here”. 

I start twisting and turning, pulling and yanking. I’d think I would have it, only to find a leg poking out or the head sticking up. I tried for what seemed like an eternity to get Bumblebee transformed into a car. My aggravation was magnified by the constant noises Bumblebee makes. I tried. I tried some more. My husband called in the midst of the events and I expressed my aggravation, thinking to myself “I wish you were here to do this”….

Total frustration was taking over my mind, lending determination with it. 

Son: “It’s okay. I will just play with him like this”. 

Me: “No, I will get it. Just give me a few more minutes”. 

My nails were in the way. Bumblebee was singing to me. I was trying not to break him…or throw him across the room. Beads of sweet were forming on my upper lip…

Son: “Momma, did you read the erections?”

Me: “What did you just say?”

Son: (enunciating every word) “DID-YOU-READ-THE-ERECTIONS?”

Frustration gone. Hysterical laughter ensued. 

Thank you, Jesus because I needed that one! 

My son thought I had lost it:)

And then I held the directions, that didn’t help by the way, and asked my son, one more time “what did you say these were?”. Yes, I did that. Don’t judge me! 🙂 And yes, I howled with laughter some more. 

Laughing is my favorite. 

The packaging of Transformers should include a disclaimer: *engineering degree required to reassemble.