A Haines Home Companion: On the Mad, the Mud, and a book giveaway
The black edge of the sky seeped quickly into the blue, and the apartment kids in the yard threw their bikes down and inched onto the covered sidewalk just as the hail began to pound. It thundered in the distance, but we all felt the electricity of God-power as ice covered the ground.
The kids laughed, wide-eyed, yelling, hanging on each other, sticking their hands out into the pouring rain. Then the gray lightened, and the thunder stopped. We looked for the rainbows.
A few wild kids ran straight out into the rain and jumped in the puddles, and I wanted so badly to turn back in to my long to-do list. It hovered over me with such threats that when my own children began asking if they could play in the rain, I said NO Way! I had too much to do to mess with mud in my laundry and bathtub.
Then started the Fayetteville Whine Festival of 2011, and I grit my teeth, “no no no no.” So many kids by now were literally rolling in the mud, gut laughing. And Isaac’s eyes welled up, and Ian was already soaking wet from trying to catch the hail. My nerves had caught some ionic influence, and I finally gave in, and said, “Fine! Go ahead!”
I martyred myself, mad as a hornet.
They had the best time. Just the best. And they said “Thank you, Mama” over and over again. But it didn’t matter. I was so mad at them for begging and mad at myself for letting them be beggars and mad at myself for not being the hippie Mama I used to be and encouraging them to drop their cares and dance.
Oooo, and I made them pay. I frowned the whole rest of the day. I had to scrub the tub. I had to wash their clothes twice! And by the time Seth got home, I was so exhausted that I couldn’t speak.
Maybe I should have dipped my own head in the mud like Jude. Maybe I should have drank some of it like Ian. It certainly would have made for a lovelier day for us all.
The yard is so green now. Their clothes are folded. I’m such a silly Mama.
I sit here reading Kristen Welch’s new book, Don’t Make Me Come Up There, and I feel so relieved about my own goofiness, my mess, my crazy love for my blog and my boys. I haven’t picked this book up even once without laughing until I cry!
It’s full of scripture, and it’s full of story, and I’m talking hilarious story – like superglued-little-kid-lips funny.
And you have a chance to win a free copy today through next Friday midnight central, simply by commenting on this post. If you purchase a copy, leave another comment, and you’ll be entered twice for a chance to give one as a gift.