Life without passion would be pretty boring! While letting our emotions negate common sense isn't wise, lacking passion in life and being okay with it is just wrong.
Today is a sad day. There's no other way to describe it to the thousands of Carolina Panther fans who had hoped, after an almost perfect season, to win the Superbowl. It didn't happen. But life goes on...tomorrow. If I didn't care who won or lost, I wouldn't feel so rotten today. I wouldn't have gotten angry and screamed at the television. I wouldn't have been mad at my husband and left the room because he gave up on them before I did. I wouldn't be frustrated at the fair-weather fans who have turned on Cam Newton with a vengeance today. They won as a team...and lost as a team.
I am the mother of sons. There has never been a shortage of testosterone in our house. I have spent a great portion of my life either doing guy things...or watching guy things. And it all began with coach-pitch baseball...which progressed to Little League, Pony League, Jr. High, JV, Varsity, and College baseball. There was also Mini-League, Jr. High, and JV basketball...not to forget Jr. High, JV & Varsity soccer and football.
I was "that mama" in the stands, bleachers, or on the sidelines. You know the one...she's screaming like a mad woman, chewing her nails or hiding her eyes. No doubt about..it was worth it all when my sons did something good and I saw them turn and look for me!
Oh yeah, I have been mad at coaches. Really, really mad! There is an unnamed coach who will never know how close he came to being attacked by me...if not for my more level-headed husband holding me back. One of our sons sat the bench for an entire basketball game. With about ten seconds left on the clock, his coach decided to put him in the game. How humiliating for him! Okay, I must move on...I still get mad even now with the retelling. Hahaha!
I am passionately pro-life and unapologetic of my love for Christ. I can never thank Him enough for the gift of salvation, or the many blessings I have experienced in my life. I can't pray aloud or give testimony of what God has done in my life without tears. I hate when it happens. It's embarrassing. But I also cry through songs in church when it seems no one else is moved by the lyrics.
Lastly...I get upset when my team loses...whether it was our sons' baseball, basketball, soccer, or football teams who lost...or the Carolina Panthers at the Superbowl. God made me this way, so I know He must understand why today I just feel sad. Today, I will sulk awhile, wallow in pity, and work on improving my bad attitude. I will imagine what could have been. Maybe tomorrow I will feel better. As in the words of Scarlett O'Hara..."After all, tomorrow is another day."
Copyright 2016
Charlotte Laney
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