Do you ever have one of those ‘mom-moments’ where you’re so annoyed with your kid that you think, “I’ll show you, butthead,”? Come on, moms. You know what I’m talking about! Your child is driving you bonkers; maybe they’re writing on the wall or refusing to clean their room. They’re texting while you’re trying to have a conversation or just being a plain old jerk while you’re asking them how school was.
In honor of those moments, please allow me to share a memory between myself and my mother from way, way, WAY back in history when I was a mere teenager.
I was not a nice teen. I was a know-it-all, and I was mad at the world. I wasn’t mean to people. Just my mom (which I’m not proud of but that’s a whole other story). One morning, my mom attempted to get me up to get ready for school. As usual, I procrastinated until I missed my bus.
“But Erin,” you ask. “How on earth did you miss your bus?”
I couldn’t find the comb.
Legitimately. I couldn’t find it. My mom was trying to get herself ready for work. I was being a jerk, getting irritated with her, and because I couldn’t find the comb, I started ranting and raving, and I missed my bus. This, in turn, forced my mother to take me to school.
I KNOW in her head she was thinking, “I’ll show you, butthead,” as she drove to school arguing with me about how I needed to get up on time to get ready. She then proceeded to tell me that she would not call into the school to excuse my tardy and I would have to deal with the consequences from school.
Furious, I headed to the office. When I walked in, the receptionist sitting there asked me why I was late. And you know what I told her?
“My mom wouldn’t find me the comb.”
That sweet little secretary gave me an excused tardy, and off I went to class.
My mom and I still laugh about it to this day. I tell her she should’ve found me the comb, and she tells me that lady should’ve never accepted that pathetic excuse from a perfectly functioning 16-year-old.
I wish I had some profound words this Thursday that allows this story to relate to a biblical principle. But I don’t. Here’s the closest I’ve got:
Love your kid. Even when they’re a jerk. Even when you feel like giving up. One day, they’ll get it. It may take a while, but they’ll get it.
And if you’re the kid, give your mom/grandma/aunt/guardian a break. It’s not easy raising a future adult.
Happy Mother’s Day!
“And do not forsake your mother’s teaching; Indeed, they are a graceful wreath to your head and ornaments about your neck,” Proverbs 1:8b-9
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OH how I wish I had given my Mother more respect when I was a teenager. Looking back now, I realized I was truly blessed with wonderful, loving, caring parents. Thank You Lord for giving me parents who showed me unconditional love.
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