We’ve been a little under the weather this week so the blog has been priority #12 or so on the list this week. That’s ok, it’s life. But we continue to laugh around here with our messy hair and pajamas.
Emily often asks, “Mom, tell me about when I was little.” She has been asking this since she was 3 years old. I would tell her about how she was a happy baby who loved blueberries and strawberry milk.
Lately Emily has been asking, “Mom, tell me about when you were little. Please,” in her best pleading voice possible.
As I told her a story yesterday, I found myself laughing to the point of tears, as I was driving her to swim practice. Rebecca and Ben were astounded at the story and Sam was just belly giggling because everyone else was laughing.
But then it hit me, I need to write this down as well as other memories from my childhood before details become fuzzy. You see, these stories helped make me the person who I am.
I also was reminded that every day, my children are being molded by the stories they are living. It served as a reminder to me as to what kind of environment I make for them, the meals I fix, and the words they hear from my mouth. Sort of exciting and convicting at the same time.
So while I sit here in my pajamas with unwashed hair here’s my story that I shared with them yesterday…
My mom was terrific. She cleaned the house, lovingly prepared meals, and was the champion car pool driver for swim team. But mom had one vice for a couple of years – soap operas. She didn’t watch them every day, but she did really like One Life To Live and General Hospital. It was the mid 1980s and we lived in Tucson, Arizona and I was in 4th or 5th grade with the worse boy hair cut EVER.
At 2 pm during summer break, mom would pull out the ironing board and press my dad’s work shirts while she watched General Hospital. My sister, Julie and I would sit in the Papasan chairs with orange and avocado covers pretending to listen to our oversized Walkmans, when in reality we were watching right along with her. I personally liked General Hospital.
There was one catch, my dad hated soap operas. And often he would tell my mom how they were garbage and was surprised she watched that crap. Mom would agree, stop watching for a couple of days, and then it was time for her to catch up on her ironing…
My dad was a deacon at our church and we often attended Tuesday night Prayer meeting. There were often only 50 people at this weekly prayer meeting as only the good, dedicated Christians attended that night (heavy dose of sarcasm inserted). My sister and I were coloring on that week’s church bulletin when a woman stood up requesting for prayer. As she started to ask for prayer, her voice broke and she was visibly shaking.
Julie and I stopped coloring and turned around to see a lady in her early 30s with tears streaming down her cheeks. One of her tears dropped and landed on the edge of my pew. My dad got out of our pew and stood next to her. She proceeded to ask for prayer for her 2 friends that had been involved in an airplane crash.
The pastor asked her, “Well is everybody ok? Did your friends survive?”
The young lady sobbing said, “Well, I’m not sure. I’m waiting to hear.”
The pastor responded, “Well tell us their names and we will lift them up in prayer.”
The young lady starting to catch her breath said, “Oh thank you. I appreciate all the prayers. Their names are Luke and Laura. Luke and Laura Spencer.”
My dad’s eyes enlarged and glared directly at my mother as if he was going to kill her. You see, at that moment I realized that Luke and Laura were the famous characters in General Hospital who went down in a plane crash on the soap opera and their “fates” were unknown.
At that point there was a hush that came over the sanctuary. You see my dad and half of the women in the sanctuary knew exactly who this lady was talking about and that she had crossed the line into thinking this show was real. It was really sad actually.
Our drive home was painfully silent until my dad looked at my mom and said, “No more.” And I will say that mom kept her 2 pm ironing to a minimum after that event. Or at least until Julie and I went back to school.
The pastor though had no clue that Luke and Laura were soap opera stars and added them to the next week’s church bulletin!
I still grin thinking that God was rolling His eyes and chuckling as good hearted people, who knew nothing of soap operas, were lifting up Luke and Laura Spencer at their family meal times or bedtime prayers.
And that is also why I now go to the dry cleaners and I refuse to iron. At least that’s my excuse. “Ironing is for crazy people,” is what I tell my husband.
So as summer begins, I realize that memories are being made today. So have a great day and make some amazing memories.
Blessings sweet friends – JennyTweet