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Annoying Moms


Have you noticed that these two words just go together so naturally?  Why?  Why is it that Mothers have the annoying knack down to an art?

I didn't think that I would have it...until I had teenagers.   Now I know that I am the most gifted in annoying kids.

So the things that are mine to take responsitibiliy for in the annoying process...I'll take.  I got it.  Try as I might to shut my mouth... This is what I get.

-Talking when I'm nervous.
-Trying to "facilitate" discussions.
-Mothering.
-Asking too many questions.
-Sharing too much information. 
-Being nosey.

However, some of the annoying things I do....are just because of who I am and I'm O.K. with it.  Because when I die my boys will never question whether or not I love them.  They will know that I cared deeply and that my life was about them.  They will know the truth and know they are prayed for.   Sometimes I'm annoying because I know them so well and it bugs them.  

Time together without TV and phones is really annoying.  No internet....gasp.  No tv in rooms.  No tv on Sunday mornings.  No you can't be somewhere else all the time.  Do your chores anyway.  They are first.

I also think that Moms are annoying because we think we are doing just fine without needing anyone and then there is Mom.  We love.  We care for.  How do you ignore someone who has fed you and wiped your butt?  How can you ignore someone who prays and cares and would die for you?  

So it is annoying to have this reminder of your needy self sometimes.  BUT it is also a reminder that we are not all in all and are connected to something far more humble...your Mother.  

What we love and respect most about them...drives us nuts.

How do I know this?  My Mother!  She would ask me questions that no one else would and I didn't like it.  She wants so badly to be part of our lives and to have all of girls stay connected.  So we hear the stories of each other's lives over and over again.  That used to really be annoying...until I had two out of the house.  She is always late because someone caught her attention and she gave it fully.  She had to check on someone or go buy something to bring. 

She made me stay connected when I was hurting and angry and pushed her away like crazy.  She wouldn't ever let go.  That was annoying.

She made us eat Sardines on Thanksgiving and make graham cracker rolls and have oyster stew and listen again to the stories of our past.  She told us a million times that sisters and family is the biggest blessing we have and means everything.  She loves others and would bring anyone to the table.

One of my boys said once, "All this family cares about is; God, family and work." 

But I can tell you that if my boys grow up knowing that their annoying Mom was all about God, family and work then I feel all of my annoyingness has paid off.

So this rambling blog is all about encouraging us Moms.  Go ahead...be annoying.  Don't go over the line of course and take responsibility for those annoying things that are just plain wrong and disrespectful.  

But the annoying things like touching, hugging, motherings, telling the family stories and praying.....

DON'T QUIT!  Hold the rope Moms!!!!!

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