Army of Mom

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5.17.2007

Mom-isms

Not that I condone fascism.
Or any "isms".
"Isms", in my opinion are not good.
A person should not believe in an "ism".
He should believe in himself.
John Lennon said it on his first solo album.
"I don't believe in Beatles, I just believe in me."
A good point there.
After all, he was the Walrus.
--- Ferris Bueller on Isms

My mother was famous for mom-isms (a cliche here and there to help explain situations or circumstances.) I have two favorites of her sayings that I use all too frequently:

God doesn't give us any more than we can handle.

and

The good Lord watches over fools and little children.

Both have been applicable to me lately. I have felt so much strain and pressure that I thought I would falter, but I try to cram the doubts down and trust God to provide for me. *He always does* but it is hard for me, sometimes, to let things go. Things are working out, though.

My husband's new job is going to let him start work there on Monday, so we won't suffer any lost wages. I was lamenting to a colleague that I have no work when one editor called me with a last minute assignment. Then another editor emailed me with two more last minute stories. And, today, I got a big project from one of my biggest magazines. I guess I can't complain, but sometimes I still do. Life's been good to me so far.

I started wondering what my kids are going to associate with me saying over and over again. Hmm. Some of my mom-isms:
We're a team.
I'm not bitter or anything.
You're fired.
God always takes care of us.
You've got to let things go.
Life isn't fair, get used to it.
Because I said so, that's why.
I don't know. Ask your dad.
We'll see.
Maybe.
Son of a biscuit eater (or) biscuits (when I'm mad and trying not to curse)

Am I missing any?

1 Comments:

  • At 2:00 PM, May 18, 2007, Anonymous MorningGlory said…

    My mom used to say "It will all work out in the end. If it hasn't worked out yet, then it's not the end."

    One that she used that I NEVER understood - to describe anything that was unnecessarily hard (like garden soil, or an old biscuit) - "Harder than the hobs of Hell".

    What are hobs, and just how hard are they? Do they have them in Hell?

     

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