Sitting at the dinner table on the day i cried in the snowbank….i confessed to my children that were present. “Guys i’ve exposed us. I wrote a blog with…..ahhh… stuff in it about us.”
“But the good news is,” I continued, “I only have a handful of faithful facebook followers that like my stuff and encourage me to write….and in 50 years most of us will be dead and none of this will matter…so chins up!”
“Mom, just read us the blog.”
So i did.
“Wait a minute mom, i actually tried to help you up out of the snowbank..when you were crying remember?…quipped my youngest Elisabeth.
To which i replied, “Its called poetic licence Elisabeth..i was making a point.”
“That’s not so bad,” piped in another…at least you didn’t give names, dates and times.”
“I considered it…but i do believe in family privacy,” I responded, “And you’re welcome.”
“It was kinda redundant,” exclaimed my eldest, a published writer himself.
“Like i said children i was making a point…is anyone listening to me?” I stammered.
“You left a lot of stuff out,” exclaimed another, chewing a mouth full of pizza and only glancing my way.
“Yes i did son…i only wrote what i felt pertinent at the moment. And besides if i were gonna include everything i would have to write a book.” I said…glancing to my left.
“Why is everyone looking at me?” grumbled my youngest boy.
“Well its not that embarrassing mom, actually you do much more embarrassing things in public, like every time we go out, so we are used to this.” said my adult daughter.
My other grown daughter nodded in agreement.
“Ahhh, thanks, i think.” i answered, grabbing another chicken wing.
“I want to be honest in my writing guys, i can’t be the only mama out there struggling daily with life’s stuff that gets hard and long. I want GOD girls to know there are other ladies out there doing the daily grind…that they are not alone…that we can be real…and find real answers…and grab onto a real hope. But that may mean i need to be honest and open and bare about my life, my experiences and my struggles…kinda like 1 Corinthians 2: 3-6
All praise to God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. God is our merciful Father and the source of all comfort. He comforts us in all our troubles so that we can comfort others. When they are troubled, we will be able to give them the same comfort God has given us. For the more we suffer for Christ, the more God will shower us with his comfort through Christ. Even when we are weighed down with troubles, it is for your comfort and salvation! For when we ourselves are comforted, we will certainly comfort you….
My daughters smiled…”Yep, that’ s good…keep the mask off and keep writing.”
A few hours latter 2 of my teen boys took the trash and recycling out to the garbage. A solo son returned. …. “Mom, Noah needs you.”
I walked to the door, only half interested, and not wanting to stick my head out for fear of the cold. My solo son, Ben led the way, flinging open the front door. I stepped out onto the porch, my eyes peering around for Noah. Then i saw him, half buried in a snowbank…rolling around…mock crying.
“Really? Is that an imitation of me? Crying in the snowbank?”
“Yep,” the teens declared together. “Yes, it is.”