…they also have incredible timing…
Let me explain (because what would the point of a blog be if I didn’t?)
I’m traveling today to Jackson, Mississippi. I always call my mother to her a blow-by-blow of my trip. It’s what makes her happy.
I land in Atlanta and I call and I tell her what the pilot just told us…
Folks, I’ve got good news and bad news. The good news is, we’re here 25 minutes early and the bad news is that our gate isn’t ready.
After 5 minutes of banter on how you can get to the final destination 25 minutes early and if it’s possible to “speed” in the air, she asks, “What’s wrong?”
“I’m just tired, Mom,”
“Well, do you think something is wrong? Do you think you need to be checked out?”
Oops… apparently I’ve used that excuse one time too many. She’s zeroing in — she knows — now I must admit outloud what I have been struggling with admitting for weeks now –
“Actually, Mom, I think I’m just in a funk and I need to pull myself out,” I respond as tears form in my eyes.
GREAT!
I’m on the tarmack in one of the busiest airports in the country, next to the snoring man and I’m going to cry — to my mother — as if I haven’t already given her something to worry about by telling her that I’m in a funk!
(As I write this, I spot a man in uniform – an Army uniform – and he’s HOT – and I mean SMOKIN’ – and he’s got the same last name as I did when I was a kid… good last name… 
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Back to me crying next to snoring man – and my mother’s perfect timing…
“Maybe this week will be good for you…” she says.
“Well,” I reply, “I think that’s part of the problem. I’ve come to the point where I don’t like to leave the house. It’s safe there.”
“Well, that’s what I mean,” she says. “Maybe this week will be good for you.”
Long pause…
“Just don’t drink too much — use your margarita shampoo.”
Margarita shampoo you ask?
I’ll explain…
The last company trip I took to Missouri involved lots of alcohol, of the margarita variety and I an NOT a big drinker AND I’m a light weight.
But I love me some margaritas and I loved me lots of margaritas that week.
Sometimes I forget that she’s my mother and I share things that are insant worry items — my consumption level that week was one of them.
For Christmas, wrapped up in the most beautiful packaging, was margarita shampoo from Philosophy (my most favorite “beauty” store…and the only one I buy from).
As I’m laughing at this most perfect gift she says, “I thought this might be safer.”
And it is…
The ironic part of this conversation is my mother was in Atlanta — closer than we’ve been to each other since Christmas but not close enough for a hug — and I think I could’ve used a hug.
But, I’ll continue on to Jackson, and tonight, I’ll take a shower with my margarita shampoo and think of my mom…
and wonder if I’ll “just know” when something’s “not right” with my kids and if timing runs in the family…
Until next time..
Heather
Moms are the best, aren’t they?
Now. How ARE you, really? I recognize that desire to be at home, the safety of staying home, I’ve been struggling with that anxiety lately. Do you have someone to talk to about it, or meds or anything to help alleviate your stress?
I’ve been in that funk, several times in my life-and it always scares me alittle, because my mom and grandmother are on anti-depressants. No words of wisdom, just that these seasons seem to pass, being a mom is hard! And if it doesn’t pass, make sure you go talk to someone, don’t be afraid to ask for help. Exercise seems to help me.
I had a good laugh over the margarita shampoo!!
your mom sounds sweet.
sending prayer and good thoughts your way…
Hey girl!
Love the margarita shampoo — you’ll have to share some when you come down here
You know that I know all too well the funk you speak of, but I think you are doing wonderfully. I think you are just feeling a lot more comfortable at home because then you don’t have to worry about doing something wrong — I’m in that boat. Do I really need to go to church? What if that lady with the annoying voice tries to talk to me? Will she see the annoying look on my face? HAHA! Something like that.
Anyway, I know you’ll enjoy your time away from home and it always seems to make home a lot sweeter when you return!
You could definitely use some hugs — the only bad part about being virtual is I can’t give you one, but our time is coming! Just remember to keep your focus on God and not what’s around you or what you think you should be getting done. Pray always. Especially on the potty
I’m seriously going into withdrawals too not being able to chat with you all day long
Lisa B.
I too know of the ‘funk’. It’s weird when I get like that (not wanting to leave home) because I love to get out and be around family and friends but every once in awhile I find myself not wanting to leave my apartment or be around anyone.
I think that as mothers we too will get to the point where we ‘know’ when something is wrong. I’m finding that even though my son is only 8 I can pick up when something is bothering him. Hopefully I’ll continue to have that ‘sense’ as he gets older because that’s when I’m really going to want it!!
I LOVE men in uniform – I think it’s sexy
Tishia
Sometimes that’s all I need – to go sit next to my mom on her couch and have a good cry. I think it’s something they draw out of us, like we feel more secure with them and can let our guard down or something.
My life would be better if I got to do that more often, I think.
I think we all have it to some degree! I definitely know when something is up with my kids and they’re into something. Oh yeah, it’s called silence.