My mom complained again about how TTT don't listen. She was saying it enough about how they didn't listen, didn't obey, that I started wondering if something was wrong. I'm not around any other kids my kids' ages on a regular, semi-regular, or not-so-regular basis, so maybe they were completely out of control. I did think for a moment, if they were out-of-control, wouldn't someone would have mentioned it to me? Deedee? Jules? Mrs. Wilson? Was I rearing little Damons, I wondered? Could I be the mother of the anti-Christ?
I took a breath and remembered who was complaining and who was saying this to me. It was my mom. The woman who doesn't remember her own childhood, except seemingly for the teenage years. Though we'll see how her memory about those years are when TTT are teenagers.
I tried to explain to her that she and her ten siblings weren't
perfect. They argued, fought, hit each other, bit each other, called each other names, but she disagreed with me. She said her mom never would have allowed it. Uh, ten kids...born from '39 - '56 really? You think three kids are tough, but ten in multiple age groups with various issues and there were no problems in
the house, really, Mom, really?!
Then I stopped because I remembered not only does my mom not remember
her childhood, but more importantly- - the greatest female to walk the face of the
earth, who was and is still a close second to Jesus was Layla's namesake, Ruby Lawrence, her mom.
I'm not saying grandma was
perfect and I don't think my mom is saying that either. I'm just saying well...according to my mom, my grandma didn't have any kids that didn't come when
she called them the first time. She didn't have any kids sneak into the fridge to eat something she said no they couldn't have because they didn't have a refrigerator, like we do with the occasional has sweet, tasty items in it. She didn't have kids doing untrustworthy things because there weren't all these abundance of toys everywhere. And she didn't have kids who didn't do what she said when she
said do it.
My beloved grandma reared ten great non-sinful children, at least during their
early years, and my poor mom is now stuck watching me, a big sinner, though I once was a sinless child in my early years too, raise
three little sinners.
My poor mom watching little Damons grow right before her eyes.
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