Last Thursday I jumped on Mama Kat's writing workshop bandwagon and wrote the chapters of my life though after I went back and read some of the other entries and reread the directions, I discovered that I didn't even follow them. I sometimes struggle with following directions...I blame it on my right brained side.
This week I read all the prompts very carefully but none of them spoke very strongly to me:
1.) Describe a time when you had difficulty communicating with someone who speaks a different language than you.
2.) If you could do your wedding over, how would you do it?
3.) Who are you giving a timeout to?
4.) What do you dream about? Explain a dream you’ve had recently without using the words ‘I’ or ‘me’ or ‘drunk as all get up”.
5.) What’s so good about it? Write an interesting poem or piece of writing where the last two words of the writing are ‘good-bye’
As for number one, I deal with this every day since Dev and the Dracenator speak an entirely different language than I do and clearly, I'm not alone on this since I read some of the other entries from moms of boys. I often do not understand the male species at all and I think that is why God gave me boys...to teach me, to challenge me.
They just communicate differently than females do. They'd rather you punch them in the arm or wrestle them to the floor than to give them a hug or a kiss. It's in their wiring and it is how they show affection which is often hard for us girly girl types to understand.
They also spurt out random sounds and words too...Soldya Boy! is Dev's favorite. They can't resist a mud puddle or a pile of dirt and almost never consider consequences before acting but I love my crazy "mom of boys" life and wouldn't trade it for anything. Really.
Number two...the wedding do-over. I used to ponder this question after I married Darin but losing your husband to death less than 7 years after marrying him has a way of putting things into perspective for a person.
I was lucky enough to be blessed with another wonderful man who wanted to marry me and things didn't go as planned that day. I wanted to get married outside in front of the church but God had other plans since a great big thunderstorm rolled up just before the wedding and forced us to move it inside. In the end, it doesn't really matter where or how you get married...that's the easy part. What matters is how you treat each other after the fact. It takes a lot of love, patience, understanding and compromise to keep a marriage healthy and happy.
Number three...Who are you giving a timeout to? I think the better question is who am I NOT giving a timeout to? Dev and the Dracenator are constantly in timeout for fighting (see number 1!), shouting (see number 1!), and just not listening (see number 1!). Maybe they just aren't understanding my language...yeah, that's probably it.
Number four...Okay, I am not nearly creative enough to tell about one of my dreams without using I or me since me, myself and I are always the main characters in my dreams so I'm just gonna skip over this one all together. Besides, y'all might declare me a straight up nutcase if I told you about some of the things I dream about! But everyone has freaky, weirdo dreams, right?
And number 5, an interesting writing or poem ending in good-bye. I should warn y'all that I am not feeling particularly creative today, as if you couldn't already tell, but here goes:
It's late Thursday morning
and I've now spent too much time
working on this little blog post,
complete with words that rhyme
I haven't bought groceries yet
and we're out of milk and bread
I should be doing that now
instead of trying to get my blog read
Zumba is today at noon
and y'all know how I love that
cause I get to shake some booty
while sweating off some fat
Back to the ballparks tonight
which has just reminded me
that I need to soak those ball pants
with the mud stains on the knee
I'll be back again tomorrow
with my Fancy Friday finds
but for now I'll say Adios,
Au revoir and Good-bye!
God has a sense of humor, all the time. that's why we try to plan as much as we can, but in the end, we just have to trust him :)
ReplyDeletewandering in from the workshop :)
I need to go grocery shopping too! And I love Zumba! It's getting myself to the gym that's the problem!
ReplyDeleteHere by way of Mama Kat!
I'm sorry to hear that you lost your husband after less than 7 years...but I am glad you found another man to love.
So very talented indeed. I like your poem. Very casual and to the point.
ReplyDeleteYou are correct in that it's not the ceremony, but what happens after that makes a marriage great.
So glad that you found someone after losing your first— it must be hard trying to love again after a loss.
Thank you for sharing,
Cute!
ReplyDeleteFirst of all, I don't literally follow the prompts religiously ... no one will care if you just let them lead you wherever you want to go. (Jeez .. I hope Mama Kat doesn't read this comment.)
ReplyDeleteAnd Boys and Men definitely do speak a different language .... I have no doubt!
If you get just a tiny minute - head over to my blog, the empty nest mom and put Boy's Brains in the search field. I raised 2 boys - along with 2 girls - and I think you'll definitely relate to that post. Your #1 here is so true. They wanted to wrestle and knock each other around on the floor to work out frustrations. I wanted to talk. ONe of the best pieces of advice I ever got was from a close friend and mother of 4 boys who advised me to always try to be doing something when I wanted to talk to them - do dishes, rake leafs, etc. It worked. They'd open up more. Go figure.
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