Being Funny

I always wanted to be funny. You know - the Mom everyone loved because she was such a hoot. Things were great fun at her house. She always knew just what to say, or not to say. Thats not me. I am the Mom you call if you are hungry or ripped your pants and need them mended or have injured yourself and need that repaired. I am the Mom who gives 'looks' before I even know Ive done it, I promise.

Funny is over rated though fun is not. But I think back now to days of listening to my son play in his clubhouse - just outside my kitchen window. That club house became a fort or ship, it was a hideout for the cowboys to avoid the bad guys, or a camping spot for the night (only until it got dark of course or they needed ice cream or drinks). I could hear it all from my kitchen window - that was fun.

Imagine this scene: The football team trying to grind meat on an antiquated meat grinder with what had to be the dullest blade in history. But one of them killed the deer (we are hunters but we generally eat what we kill in this neck of the woods!). They cleaned it and had great plans for chili that day. So picture this - 3 BIG boys - line men - all over 6 foot, all over 200 pounds of solid muscle. All holding and trying to turn the handle. You never heard so much grunting and laughing, directions being given and efforts not to curse because after all, Mom is right there. The deer lost his life but he won the meat grinding battle. And Mom? She cooked supper and cherished the memory in her heart after laughing till her sides hurt.

I may not be funny but God has given me glimpses of His idea of fun and I think I like it better. Do you have those memories hidden in your heart? Share them here so that we call all smile and remember and be a bit lighter today.