Give me love
Give me love
Give me peace on earth
Give me light
Give me life
Keep me free from birth
Give me hope
Help me cope, with this heavy load
Trying to, touch and reach you with,
Heart and soul
Oh my LordGive me Love. Written and Performed by George Harrison
My Son: “Mom…please…please…please…you gotta stop…you’re embarrassing us!”
Me: “I don’t care what these people think about me…I gotta get my happy however I can!”
I can’t tell you how many times my son and daughter have decidedly hidden from me in the midst of grocery shopping.
They simply CANNOT with me and my impromptu performances!
That said, I must come clean and confess that I am that lady who dances and sings up and down every aisle at Publix…and sometimes Kroger.
Supermarket sound systems…I love ’em!
Yep! That was me you saw twirling past the tomatoes and rocking by the waffles.
And you know what?
I DON’T give a hoot!
I’m gonna sing and dance until I die!
You see, it all started long ago…
I always wanted to be a ballerina or perform modern dance.
Alas…there were no funds for such!
To put it bluntly, Mama and Daddy didn’t have the money for lessons.
Further, they lacked any appreciation for that realm of the arts.
I made believe and danced my little dance…
And I did it everywhere…
All the time!
Dancing and singing all the way through life.
Even into motherhood…much to the chagrin of my children!
Oh, but not to worry, they’ve grown accustomed.
They’ve learned to let me be.
Because if they try to shut me up I’ll only sing louder and dance harder!
And there…right there in the produce section… I find happiness with two of my favorite people!
🙂 🙂 🙂
I danced with both of my babies at home and all over the stores to this song!
Still dancing to this one!
I play this whenever I’m about to take a flight! Go Rod!
For my son! I wish him a safe flight into the sunset— headed to Seattle and Portland!
I love you man! Have a blast! See ya when you get back home 💋
Love and light to you all!
Enjoy your week!
My 22 year-old son and I are very close.
We always have been.
From the moment he was born, he and I were inseparable.
I can remember turning down plenty of opportunities to go hang out with friends; opting instead to stay home with my baby boy.
People would say, “I know the perfect babysitter.”
To which I would respond with something along the lines of, “Well, I don’t know that person and neither does my son…so there’s that.”
Sounds harsh doesn’t it?
Anyway, suffice it to say, whenever my son (or my daughter) would ask to do things that were borderline ‘iffy,’ I’d think long and hard before deciding whether or not I would allow them to partake.
And, whenever I decided NOT to allow them to do something, I would explain, sometimes ad nauseum, why I came to the conclusion that I did.
Then I would punctuate that explanation with the following statement, “Baby, you are extremely valuable and you cannot be replaced.”
That said, Mama watched them babies like the proverbial HAWK!
My son graduated high school and went away to college.
At that point, all bets were off!
He was his own man and I had no control over his choices.
My only saving grace was the fact that I still had influence.
Luckily, my son and I had always been able to talk about ANYTHING…and I mean anything.
He valued my opinion and often sought and listened to my advice.
He sought and listened to my advice…
Until he didn’t.
And that’s when I had to come to terms with the fact that this dude was now an adult who was more than capable of making his own decisions.
In short, I needed to fall back!
So nowadays, when he tells me that he’s leaving to go on a tour of the Moon and Mars, I just have to say a quiet prayer, be still, and know that God is watching over him wherever he goes.
Having said all of that, I recently told my son, “Listen to Mama…but just not too much.”
Friends, I said that because I want him to benefit from my wisdom and experience but not be paralyzed by my fears.
He got my point.
I hope you do too.
But just in case you didn’t…
Remember, whether you are seeking advice from Mama, Daddy, or whomever, use your own discernment.
Take what’s useful and kindly leave what’s not!
***Said the woman who has been white-knuckling her way through motherhood!
Love and light to you!
PS: This is dedicated to my children, R and J, and for ALL of my “babies” in the blogosphere!
You guys know who you are 🙂
This is also for every parent and child, no matter where you are in the process 🙂
So the thing I LOVE about being home alone is the fact that I can cook whatever the hell I want to!
Seriously, I don’t have to listen to stuff like:
“But mama, I’m allergic to that!”
“But mama, we had that last time!”
“Okay, mom what is this?”
“So… do you mind cooking me a steak instead?”
Get my point?
Now you know why mama doesn’t mind eating alone sometimes 😉
Today, I decided to show you what a typical “Mama’s home alone” meal looks like in my world. As you can see in the photo above, I have steamed myself a fine kettle of blue crab from the great state of Maryland!
Never mind the beer bottle next to the crab as Mr. Adams may or may not be accompanying me. I’m so sorry, but I can neither confirm nor deny any information relative to his continued presence.
However, I will say that a nice glass of Gewürztraminer just called for an invite.
I’m not sure which way I’ll go with that. What say you?
Beer or a glass of wine?
I’ll wait until I hear back before I make my decision. If I don’t hear back soon I might end up drinking both.
Guys, please don’t let that happen 😉
Anyway, you all know me, I’m always looking for ways to “edutain” myself. And to that end, I decided to search for a Youtube video on crab eating.
Don’t get it twisted, I already know how to do it, I just wanted to conduct a quick survey of techniques.
10 gozillion results later, I came across this little unpolished gem which shows a brother from Maryland (I think) giving a very thorough and practical demonstration on the ‘proper way’ to eat a crab.
Ladies, listen out for a couple of double entendres! LOL! You might need a cigarette afterwards 😉
Side note: After viewing the video, my blogger friend T. Wayne, who also hails from that great state, offered only one critique and that was, “At least use a knife when eating the claw meat dude!”
I love this dude! Trust me, if you watched this, you now know all you need to know about eating crab!
A brother kept it 💯!
By the way, I’m eating my crab now. Is it beer or wine?
Meet me in comments 🙂
Enjoy your weekend!