Thursday, January 6, 2011

What's In a Name?

So, what didn't my Momma tell me? Apparently a whole lot of interesting tidbits about the future. I don't think it was because she wanted to keep me in the dark, rather, I think that all mothers secretly fear that if they inform the future generation of the reality that awaits them, perhaps there will be zero population growth. What a tragic thing that would be! After all, I am sure I've read somewhere, that grandchildren are God's reward for not killing your kids. Let's all sip some Chai and think about that for awhile. Or better yet, just sip the Chai.

Now here I am setting myself up as the whistler blower, risking it all ( including future grandchildren) to set you straight. Because, dang, I had no idea growing up would end up like this! So if in the course of one of these blog installments, it suddenly ends mid sentence with a mysterious argggghhhhh, you dear reader, will know there has been a maternal uprising that has set forth to silence me.

Now before I go on, let me just say, I am a Momma. I have five kids living under my roof, and truly, I'm not sure if anything I have to tell them is going to make a bit of difference in the long run. It doesn't matter how shocking the truth is (or isn't), it's really just the nature of the beasts. I'm fairly certain it was the same when I was their age. Oh sure, I'd like to think I hung on every word from my parents' mouths as if they were the sage wisdom from above. But who am I kidding? And what about you? Let's get real for a minute, and if you and I were asked to jot down five pieces of wisdom that our parents gave us, could we do it? I'm not talking about the "Look both ways when you cross the street." kind of advice (but that is good, don't quit on that one) I'm talking the kind of thing that pops back in your mind when you are at a crossroads in your life.

See that, is what I'm talking about, one of the things you are going to wish you knew when you get older is, "Whoa! I have to make decisions that have a major impact on me and other people, and there is no course on how to make the right decision every time." And these cute little "do over" movies just throw that in your face! Tell me you don't have days that you don't wonder what if... I had these books when I was a kid, (shocker I was bookish kinda girl, among other things), they were choose your own adventure books. Instead of reading straight through you would make choices and go to different pages to see how the story turned out.

I loved these kind books, I could read the book over and over and not get bored because it was always changing. However, I eventually got to a point where I would peek ahead and figure out how I wanted the story to end and work backwards through the choices until I knew all the turns to make to get it to come out right. But life doesn't hand us that script and we don't get those options. We end up winging it and hoping for the best.

Kind of like this blog really, a decision to write, I'm sure there will be plenty more decisions about the subject matter. All I can really be sure of is there will be toes getting stepped on, whose toes is any one's guess, most likely my own a great deal of the time. After all, confession is good for the soul, and being able to laugh at yourself is a great blessing. But I'll save that for another time.

Don't Say I Didn't Tell You....

1 comment:

  1. Yeah, I've got a ton of "what ifs" in my head right now. And I know what you mean confession is good for the soul; I have a pseudonymous blog that's really been helpful for me. (It's pseudonymous and no one has a link because 1. venting and 2. TMI!)

    I hope this is as helpful to you as mine is to me!

    -- Charles