Wack-o mom

I am a wack-o mom. Just ask my kids. They’ll wholeheartedly agree.

Part of my crazy momness was what I least enjoyed—saying no. I said no to my kids about: outings, participating in sports teams, reading a few of the available books, “real” card games (like Poker), and a few movies. Do I regret it? Not one bit. I would’ve said no to cell phones, but we had flip phones back then. I still have one. See? I told you I was wacky.

I also kept track of their movements—usually traveling with them and driving the car. If they were terribly embarrassed that Mama was with them, they never showed it.

We homeschooled. That fact, all by itself, is reason to dub me wacky. But, believe me, homeschooling didn’t give me one of my gray hairs. It was the ride into church on Wednesday nights, during rush hour.

I always have fun. My jollies come from people, walks in the woods, visiting new and different places, eating ice cream, pondering architecture, music, photography, and a myriad of other delights. I enjoy life big time, laughing a lot, and sometimes even dancing all by myself in the kitchen.

Wack-o. I know it.

No one enjoys life more than I do. They don’t see the beauty, smell the roses, and rejoice in the way trees sway like I do.

But, my deep, abiding joy is the Lord.

He’s the why of my happiness. He’s also the reason I notice the little things others may miss. I look for beauty.

Jesus said, I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly (John 10:10b). That abundant life begins with salvation in Jesus. I truly believe it increases the quality of life. Paul admonished Timothy, Charge them that are rich in this world, that they be not highminded, nor trust in uncertain riches, but in the living God, who giveth us richly all things to enjoy (1 Timothy 6:17).

Because of salvation we can have deep joy. The psalmist said and Luke quotes, Therefore did my heart rejoice, and my tongue was glad; moreover also my flesh shall rest in hope: Thou hast made known to me the ways of life; thou shalt make me full of joy with thy countenance (Acts 2:26, 28).

Being a Christian has never meant joyless, prunish, always sad-faced “piety.” Instead, it means a life of joy and praise.

Praise ye the LORD. Praise God in his sanctuary: praise him in the firmament of his power. Praise him for his mighty acts: praise him according to his excellent greatness (Psalm 150:1-2).

Rejoice in the Lord alway: and again I say, Rejoice (Philippians 4:4).

C. S. Lewis once said, “When the whole world is running towards a cliff, he who is running in the opposite direction appears to have lost his mind.”

Maybe that’s me.

So, call me a wack-o mom. I don’t care.

Are you wack-o, too? Feel free to share your wacky joys.

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