One of my chickens asked a good question today, one which in hind sight I should have had the answer to, but in my lack of answerness I was able to see the creative genius genes that I posses being passed down to my oldest child. Let me explain...
Today, Justin asked me a question. The question was simply:
"Mommy, why do people have middle names?"
I was stumped. Kinda caught off guard. What to say? What to say? Nothing was coming to me. What was happening? I began thinking to myself, "is this the end? have I lost it? where is the wittiness that my children have come to expect? Come to count on. WHERE DID IT GO??? Who am I? Where am I? What is the point of going on???" When I arrived on that last thought my daughter saved me. With a few short sentences she brought me back to reality.
"Mommy, I know" she said
"You do?" I asked tentatively
"Yup. Its cause a LONG time ago there was a Mommy who had a couple children. One day when they got in trouble she called there names. But the kids did not listen to her, so she made up a second name to go with their first name and yelled that. Then her kids came and listened to her."
Oh my purpose has been restored! I almost heard Handles Messiah playing in the back ground. It was like fireworks going off. Mission accomplished. Thank you Brittany for restoring my hope. I can sleep tonight. Life WILL go on.
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