“OH MY GOSH!… MOM! MOM! MAAHHHHHHHM! COME HERE MOM! QUICK!
What? Something must be terribly wrong. Dear God, please don’t let him be hurt. I wonder what the emergency is…this time. Oh, as I run to the kitchen from the bowels of the laundry room at break neck speed, I can not seem to arrive soon enough. With that all to familiar quiver feeling from my gut to my knees, I pray, “Please God, please don’t there be blood… or a snake.”
“MOM! I NEED YOU!… FAST!” As I descend our stinking spiral steps quicker than the Road Runner himself, my mind is racing. Skidding to a halt next to the refrigerator, I find our 8 year old, Isaac, jumping up and down. Well,… I guess his legs aren’t broken.
“What’s wrong? Where are you hurt?” I ask, not noticing any pools of blood.
“MOM! You GOTTA see this?”
Oh my! What is it going to be? Another goose egg, black eye, or bloody nose? No, wait! There is no sign of blood. I’ve already established at least that. What in the name of Tarnation (wherever that is) is going on in my kitchen?
“MOM, mom, mom!…. A Rock Leone! Look.At.This! With a Beyblade Japanese Metal Fusion #BB73 3 Segment Launcher GRIP! HOLY COW! Oh mom, I just gotta have them.”
?… (Imagine my looooong looming silence here.)
“Wait. Mom. Just look how cool it is!”
(More silence as I turn to bury myself in another six loads of laundry still waiting for me since I have been so abruptly interrupted.)
“MOM! And, it’s only $69.99!”
“WHAT?!” (He finally got a response!) “You’re kidding me, right!”
He wasn’t. No. Not at all. And just let me tell you this: If I hear one more request from an underage Hott child at this house asking for yet another Beyblade, I am certain this 46-year-old-gray-haired-Hott-mama-of-four will disintegrate or self destruct!
There. I said it. School has been out a whole six days and all I ever hear about is how much money yet another Beyblade costs. We only have about 25 of the little buggers over charged spinning thingies all over the floor from wall to wall. It’s not like we need more!
Soon, the negotiations and deals are starting to get really creative. Although the incessant pleading persists, it all goes back to a simple two letter word: no.
There, I said it. Hummmm… and it’s really not so hard after all. No.
The thing is, I do understand that for Isaac, “no” is sometimes hard to hear, isn’t it? And as his parent, it sure would be great to have the means to say “yes” to absolutely everything. Wouldn’t that be grand? “Yes, yes, yes! Here are all the toys and gadgets you want!”
But we both know that is not a good idea. When it comes down to it, (even and especially when the request is nearly $70 for a fancy spinning top), we just have to say “no”, even though it is hard.
Wonder if God has the same trouble?…..
“For I know the thoughts and plans that I have for you, says the Lord, thoughts and plans for welfare and peace and not for evil, to give you hope in your final outcome.” – Jeremiah 29:11
Not to give you all the Beyblades you want! We just have to keep trusting His “no’s”!
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