So yesterday I had a kid that was just having a good ole fashioned bad day. Her brothers and I tried everything in our power, but we just couldn't heal the hurt that was in her heart. A hurt that had no good reason to be there. (Ladies, can I get an amen here? We all know those bad days with no explanation why and only chocolate and sometimes an adult beverage will cure it!) I hate those days, they are just miserable and to watch your sweet baby girl go through it, BRUTAL! So come nine o'clock we are making cookies because y'all, there is little that fresh baked cookies CAN'T cure. But still the smile wasn't there and the spark wasn't in her eyes; so I suggested we deliver the cookies to someone who I knew would make her smile. So there we are loading up with hot out of the oven cookies at 9:30 at night and making plans to surprise this hairy legged boy after his baseball practice. (Oh what we'll do for our kids! And can't you imagine what her daddy is doing...rolling his eyes and looking at me like I'm crazy!) So as we are driving I'm even wondering why I'm doing this when I could be at home in my jammies with a good book. And then I was taken back to a summer night when I was sixteen years old.
I had a friend over and it's ten o'clock at night and I had just gotten my license and we wanted ice cream (totally rational). So I go in and tell my mom that we are going to run up to the corner store and get ice cream. Well, as you can imagine that didn't go over so well with my daddy. He was not about to have two teenage girls heading to the corner store late at night when clearly no good things could happen. So, we go back into the kitchen obviously to open the fridge and stare longingly at the contents which clearly were not going to do anything to squelch our ice cream desire. And then wouldn't ya know here comes my momma with her red hair and her pink nightgown and says "Girls, I'll take y'all to get ice cream." Can you imagine! We wanted an adventure and what did we get, momma driving us in her nightgown...NOPE! So we try to say nicely no thanks and I can promise you it probably came out more like "Are you freaking serious?" But, she doesn't respond, just hands me the keys and goes and lays her silly self in the backseat of the car so that we can drive up to the corner store for ice cream but with adult supervision! Can't you just SEE it! I can promise y'all that my daddy was fast asleep and we never told him that this occurred, because he definitely would've had a FIT! At first my friend and I rolled our eyes but we really wanted ice cream so whatever; and then as we climbed in the car we giggled and laughed and had the best time! And more importantly than anything else, I have a memory that has lasted me 25 years and taught me about the type of mama I want to be.
Did we HAVE to go deliver cookies to a cute blue eyed boy at 10:00 at night? Nope, but did I have a blast driving around with the radio up on a late summer night giggling with my girl and watching her learn to navigate this craziness that is being a teenager? Oh y'all, it just made my heart soar! And maybe, just maybe in 25 years she'll be doing the same thing with her daughter and think of me (and possibly even deliver me some cookies too!)
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