November 16, 2005 3:30 PM
Thanks for a hubby who cares
Life isn't always peachy-keen here, you know. At the farther end of motherhood, I am seeing the results of all my hard work bringing up these kids - and though I'm happy in many ways, there are a few things I'm not exactly thrilled about.
Last night I saw to the depths of a big character flaw in one of my kids - and since it had to do with something very dear to me and since it seems I've been working for a breakthrough in this area with this kid forever, I went to bed crying.
Then there is a grownup child who has made a choice that flies in the face of many important Curtis family values - and who has refused to listen to the people who know him best (or anyone else for that matter). After another pointless conversation this morning, needing a shoulder to cry on, I called Tripp's cell phone, which he didn't answer. But I was persistent - on the fourth call he answered, sounding worried:
"Is anything wrong?""Yes. I'm in pain."
"Well let me call you right back."
Hey, no "right backs" for self-centered-mode me. I immediately called Oldest Daughter Sam and cried on her shoulder for an hour, so wrapped up in my stuff that I barely noticed all the Call Waiting signals.
Next thing I knew, Tripp was rushing into the bedroom where I was hunched over the bed with the phone in my hand looking very much like a madwoman because I'd taken a shower and hadn't even run a brush through my hair before my distraught phone calls.
"What are you doing home?""Well, you called and said you were in pain and then you didn't answer the phone. I was worried!"
And he wasn't even mad - just relieved that I was speaking figuratively, not literally. What a husband!
But, boy, do I feel like an idiot!
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Comments
Oops! :) But, isn't he the greatest? You just have to doubly love them when they come as good as that! :)
Posted by: Claire | November 16, 2005 5:29 PM
i'm so sorry, Barbara. praying for you.
Posted by: floorplan | November 16, 2005 5:40 PM
That is funny, Barbara. You are blessed. I know what you mean about getting on the phone to find someone simpatico who has time to listen. I've had those days.
I do think you showed some good judgment when you picked this guy. Of course, when we're older, we have more sense than when we were younger. :-) We know it's not about looks.
Posted by: Julana | November 16, 2005 7:04 PM
Aaaawww...
That was sweet of him.
Posted by: molly | November 16, 2005 7:18 PM
You're real and that's what I like the most about you. I hope you feel better.
Posted by: Mel | November 17, 2005 2:00 AM
That is the sweetest thing. I think we all have our days when we just cry. Tomorrow is a new day. Feel better!
Julie
Posted by: Julie | November 17, 2005 7:39 PM
Just want you to know I'm feeling much better - I'm an optimist, so I can only stay down for a few hours. I am pretty blessed to have a hubby like Tripp!
Posted by: barbaracurtis | November 17, 2005 7:55 PM
you know what George Carlin says about the optimist Barbara?
"Some people think of the glass as half full. Some people think of the glass as half empty. I think of the glass as too big."
Posted by: floorplan | November 17, 2005 8:28 PM
Glad you're feeling better, Barbara.
Posted by: Rachel | November 18, 2005 12:04 AM
How silly of me! Thinking that for a mother with your experience, life is a bed of roses when it comes to your kids behavior. Sometimes we forget that no matter how much you invest in you children, they're still going to make their own choices and their own mistakes, regardless of what we want or expect from them. It is only natural. I like to think about Jacob and how he always refered to God as the God of his parents; it wasn't until he experienced God on his own that he was able to call him "My God". I went thru that too. My parents are pastors in México and I grew up in a Christian environment, yet as I got older I got farther and farther away from all my parents had taught me about right and wrong; but I only believed in the God of my parents; when I went away from the Lord, it wasn't long until I found myself lost and in despair in the worse environment anyone could imagine; one day I finally hit bottom after the looser-of-a-boyfriend I had hit me and try to sexually abuse me......then I cried to God, and He rescued me....then He became My God, My refuge, My savior, My rock, My provider.....then it was personal.
All I'm tring to say is that although it's hard to see your kids make mistakes, God needs to work with them...personally. Rest assured that you are doing all God called you to do...the rest is up to Him.
You are a blessing and an inspiration. Smile. God is in control.
Posted by: Nilda Lovas | November 18, 2005 12:09 AM
