Karma is a funny thing. IT all goes back to the Golden rule. We all learned it as children.. DO unto others as you would have them do unto you…….
Well some of us learned it as kids. Some maybe not so much.
But again..it comes down to karma. Essentially it is the same thing. The what comes around goes around method of life that really has been proven time and time again to exist. Karma is also kinda like a curse.
I say all this cuz today has been one of “THOSE DAYS”.
We have a water leak… inches from the main ON OUR SIDE. SO all the stuff that was supposed to get done today AINT HAPPNIN cuz, well. We have no water. I noticed yesterday as I stalked the mailman, water inside the hole where the meter reader thingy is and thought “HOW ODD, I don’t remember it raining” I am no plumber, so I was thinking it had something to do with gravity or something, I had no clue about, so went on about my way. Today, John is looking at a small geyser and is a little irritated that I didn’t mention the above said water…. YESTERDAY… whoops… didn’t realise that was important, but now I do.
Well any of you that have kids know how important routines are and getting out of those routines can be hazardous to everyone who is in the kids presence, health. Bella was gonna play with her friend Eva today and we were gonna get the floor project finished… nope.. now water problem will have be fixed, which no complaints from me. I kinda enjoy having running water inside. We spent many years without it growing up, so I really appreciate that luxury. BUT nooo, Our child has horns and a much different agenda today.
She stayed at her friends, maybe an hour, before she missed us so much it physically pained her. (she needed a nap) Daddy let her go with him to home depot. She comes back with M&m’s cuz well… any child in need of a nap should get a big old dose of chocolate right before hand…..SO he tells me “Make her take a nap, I need to go back to the store. I need THIS piece. That one won’t work” (he holds up some odd looking something or nother that resembled something that yeah probly had to do with plumbing, but I think a ploy to get away from the kid with horns the size of Christmas trees sprouting from her head, that is NOT quietly expressing her discontent with the entire situation.
FINALLY, amid the screams of protest, I get her to lay down. I promise her we will go to the store, Ice cream, yes, we will get Ice cream… if you will CLOSE YOUR MOUTH and CLOSE YOUR EYES and please for the love of all that is good in the world go to SLEEEEPPPP! ” BEDDA NOT WANNA TAKKA NAyughPPPPPPPP WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA nonononono not wanna nonononononononono BEDDA NOT WANNAAAAAAAAA” Ok, so somewhere in heaven my daddy is just bent over grasping his stomach in fits of laughter right now. Because as she is in mid SCREAM ATHON in protest of the NAP I SOOOOO was in need of her taking, she spotted what? A commerical on tv for a Strawberry shortcake baby doll that had beautiful flowing hair and was wearing a back pack OOoohhh aahhhhhh ” ::DEEP GASP FOR AIR::: MOMMY BEDDA WANT THYATTTTT then … silence…. I spin around almost falling to see what this miraculous thing was that made her HUSH IN MID SCREAM. I NEEEDEd THIS MIRACULOUS PRODUCT… what??? Oh I dont think so. A TOY? SO I say well baby..:: yes called her baby instead of spawn of satan like I was thinking:: Maybe Santa claus can bring that to you….but, Santa doesn’t bring toys to children that are being bad and not taking their naps…. She looks at me as if to day “Oh ye dear sweet lady that has a thought in your head” and replies “NO mommy I meant today!” HUH? Oh I do not think so. For a mere second I would have given 40 dolls for her to hush and go to sleep, but no we are not gonna teach extortion, that is not the moral of the story! So, she lays there and just starts talking.. jabbering away about “dont wanna take nap, dont have to take nap, what is that… what is that for? WHY do I have to take a nap? but why? but why? why? mommmy? mommy… MOMMMY!!? “Yes Bella?” WHY? “why what?” (she can’t even remember cuz she said why so much) I said “Bella be quiet and go to sleep… “
OK, rewind, go back to beginning of the the previous paragraph (in theory) and start over… yes we relived it again OK, so I know that these books you read say do this, and whatever and some super nanny woman will even come to your house and try to fix your kid, but when there is karma in the way I dont think a book will help. Somewhere in Rankin County in the rural outskirts of a tiny town In Mississippi, sits a man wise beyond his years, who when he reads this story is gonna laugh very hard. His name… Mr. Steve Young.. ::waving:: “Hi Mr. Steve” When I was about Ohhhh.. say Bella’s age.(!!!).. he was an older teenager maybe early twenty ager and he painted our house one summer during school break. Well, I was his personal entertainment. I played the radio for him… and my job was to ask him AS MANY questions as possible to see how crazy I could drive him. WHY he didnt kill me is a miracle and also probably why this man is so respected in our community today…. WHY? I would say… “what you do that for? but why? how come you do it that way? “
What he didn’t realise is my parents were probably off somewhere thanking GOD that this kid was painting their house and I wasnt asking them all these questions. Well later on, This same guy was my youth leader at church.. then our young adult sunday school teacher, then our couples sunday school teacher, a wonderful mentor and a person I looked/actually still look up to for advice and teaching and as a role model… SOMEwhere in all of this he put Karma into play… we also know it as “The curse.. ” Yes he said “I HOPE THAT YOU WILL HAVE A KID SOMEDAY that will ask as many questions and drive you crazy like you did me.” Oh no I dont just say Thank you to him…
My father did the same… Its not their fault.. I put the same curse on Bella and her Karma into action today, cuz it will take at least 3 of her to make up for the nerves she got on today… BUT, anyway, I was a talkative child (pause for gasps of shock and waves of disbelief among blog land) I KNOW yall find THAT hard to believe BUT I was/an a joy to everyone who knew/err knows me (hahahahahaa) I wasnt a bad kid though my father back in those days would have just beat me and made another one, those were back in the days where if you got a spanking .. You probably deserved (no my parents were not child beaters or anything they spoiled the kids but didnt spare the rod though) at the grocery store or any other place in public other parents applauded and sometimes would Kick you back in if you tried to run away… (NO you wouldn’t be arrested you would be called a good parent) Well I would ask my father the same why questions a million times a day till he would Totally lose it and probably would have abused alcohol at some point if I had not stopped.. but he put the same Karma into action on me … except he kicked it up a notch.. He said “one day You will have a kid JUST LIKE YOU… wait wait NO.. You will have one WORSE….”
SO ALL YOU KIDS OF THE WORLD.. ALL you Teenagers driving your parents nuts today… Think of this and know Karma is real… I have a child with two beautifully decorated sparkly horns growing out of her head, as a banner of karma right now asking me “WHY WHY WHY” she cant get in this room with me that she has painted with ink that I just cleaned up… again.. “BECAUSE I SAID SO”I reply… (OH NO!) WOrds as a kid I screamed I would never say to my child but NOW realise, what a booger karma is and that yeah I was probably their lesson to learn as well… Do not get me wrong,I LOVE my child with every ounce of my heart and Praise and thank GOd for her daily, but today.. I REALLY SEE what a sense of humor the lord has… SO KIDS… THis should say.. DO UNTO YOUR PARENTS NICELY, CUZ IT WILL COME BACK TO BITE YOU WHEN YOU HAVE KIDS OF YOUR OWN!
Thanks Daddy, Thanks Mr Steve…. Im bringing her to your house now 🙂