Ok so this is a hilarious story that recently happened to me ... while I was enjoying a beautiful sunny day at the water park in the new old town I just moved to. Although I had lived in this town before it seems like another life ago. Wife and mom to three bouncing boys, this place almost doesn't recognize me and the energy I used to have. The best and most awkward thing about moving back is that you run into people you haven't seen in a really long time. On this day a lady I had known sat down with her blanket and her 3 yr old right beside me. "Oh hello!" I said, trying to seem up and cheery not wanting to let on that I had had 4 hours sleep and was really there so I didn't have to listen to the kids tear around the house today.
We started to have what I thought might be the the best conversation I would have today when Noah and Zion (2)my beloved boys buzz up to the blanket and proceed to drip on everything , " oh these are my two youngest boys" I say , "boys this is mom's friend " at that Oliver (14)my oldest a dripping with intellect topped with hormones returns and I could tell the look on his face was not happy. He had been to the book store and bought a book that was. Little to old for him so I asked him to return it and pick somthing else. And from the look on his face it didn't go well. I smiled making a note of all exits as I might need to flee to at any time." Mom "he begins to shout "they wouldn't take my book back!" "Oh that's all ",I thought I can handle this, no worry that there are people everywhere and my aquatint is watching my every move, oh I think this will be a great time to show what a wonderful parent I am " well Oliver did they give a reason?" "No this is your fault you always do this!" Alright he has fully engaged his teen brain . Just as I was trying to reason with him Noah (3) decides he has a life or death question and begins to first tap then whack my shoulder "mooooom ,mooooom, moooom ,mmooooom" Oliver is continuing his rant about the injustice of life in a heated manner as I try to quiet Noah to understand what he would like,out of the corner of my eye I see a little bum that looks quite familiar. it's Zion he has decide that now would be a good time to reive himself. I call out "Zion," as he turns to look urine , sprays over a innocent family sitting on their blanket. By now I am on my feet .," oh I'm soo sorry" I say as I scoop up the little bum and carry him off. I glance at my acatance her mouth is open . I am thinking " well I guess she won't be up for a play date next week".
And as if on que a voice I like to call momma B, (she I the African part of my coping skills, who comes along to bring a little smack down in times of trouble) comes into my head "girllll these people think u crazy" " all these boys need is a nap u are crazy bringing them here on 4 hours of sleep, go home girl" . Well we did go home and slept and it was awesome! God is so good and gracious , even in the times we wonder why we ever choose to reproduce he is here to bring humour if we let him. He speaks in a still small voice or ( in my case) like a lg black woman. He make my life doable and I love it!
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