Make Me Laugh Monday – My Children, My Madness, My Joy… and Also My Digressionses

I woke up one morning.

I got out of bed.

I heard my Mama…

And what did she say?

She said,

“What do want,

On your breakfast bread?”

I said,

“JAM ON IT!”

Heh. ‘Member that rap? Ah…. childhood. I’ve always been a wrapper at heart. Even as a blue eyed white girl… whose first experience with racism was against her (me). The boy I liked in 4th grade (3rd?) was Hispanic, and I was not (but my heart… if he only knew the Juanita Veronica Maria Carmen Montoya de la Cruz that lived inside). When he found out I had a crush on him he told me, “I don’t like girls that are white. I only like brown girls.”

I looked at the skin of my arm… then the skin of the other girls’ arms… and for the first time… I realized a difference in color. It was then I learned, for some people… color matters. And I was all, “Que pasa?”

But that’s not funny. That was my token moment in social issues awareness. Also, I had a TERRIBLE bowl haircut. I can’t really blame Mario for rejecting me…

But if he knew me now, oh… he’d be kicking himself. Jenny done and growed up…

Um. That was the wrong picture. Oh. Here…

Hrmmmm… I just can’t seem to find that one picture… Oh wait. There she is…

I digress. Rapping, racism… awkward childhood moments… It’s Make Me Laugh Monday!

I was feeling quite “down” last week. It was noticeable, especially to my children because THERE WAS NERRY A MOMENT WE HAD AWAY FROM EACH OTHER. Aaaaaanywho. My son wanted to cheer me up. SO. While driving in the car, to the gym, so I could get my angries out, in a healthy way, my son piped-up,”Hey Mom!”

I could PHYSICALLY feel his little mental light-bulb turn on.

“I know! Listen to this!” And in an instant he went from my ten-year-old Joel to an age-ed Hispanic character from Nacho Libre and he said,

I have had diarrhea since Easters.

Some parents read novels to their children. We Some let our their kids watch Nacho Libre. You have been warned. I suppose while some parents feel children should be exposed to much literature, we feel our children should be well-grounded in comedy. But we read too. Really *deadpan stare*

If you are not familiar with this part of the movie, or are classy and refuse to be a part of this nonsense, here is a short clip. Note: the clip starts slow, be patient…. the video does work:

Ah. My children. We live a crazy life. They are my heart. My joy. My delight.

They are the source of my greatest laughter, but also my madness and my mania.

On the same day I will now call our “Diarrhea since Easters” day, Olivia made me laugh… however unintentionally.

She asked, “Mom? Do you believe in fairies?”

Because I am quick witted *snort*, with a laissez faire-type shrug I replied, “Honey. I believe in anything that sparkles.”

And Olivia got that laugh. THAT laugh. You know… the hard-core tickle-laugh, but without the tickle. Then she snorted. I love her sense of humor. For a 7-year-old girl, it’s pretty advanced. Some kids read at advanced levels, my kids humor at advanced levels. Priorities. We all have our priorities.

*wink*

And sometimes the best way to make oneself laugh… is to make another laugh. Ya know?

And friends… My lesson lately is the lesson of highs and lows. We could not truly appreciate the “highs” without the “lows”… *sigh* these random and unexpected sparks from my kids. While it (motherhood) has been a struggle, it really is my joy.

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Keep up on the ridiculous, the insightful, the always digressive…

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