..of Am I There Yet?

Weeeeellll, today, just a few hours ago, I was headed back to my house from the great super center when my son says, “Mommy! My nose is bweeding!” I wasn’t alarmed because humid weather usually provokes a nosebleed from him. So I calmly leaned over to the glove compartment, only to find that there weren’t any tissues! Then the fun began:

Me: “Aww man, no more tissues! What happened to ‘em?”

Son: “Mommy, it’s coming oooowwwwt!”

Me: “Okay son! I don’t have any tissue, give me a minute! Sit back!”

The wheels were turning in my head. I asked myself what I was gonna do, how would I do it, how did I run out of tissue, would the blood come out of the carpet, I don’t want to have to clean any blood from the vehicle, and on and on and on. Just a few seconds later I found myself releasing my seatbelt, unbuttoning my shirt, ripping it over my head, and tossing it to my son:

Me: “Here ‘Cameron,’ use this!”

Son: “I-I can use your shirt?”

Me: “Yes man, there are no tissues.”

Son: “But I going uh bweed on it!”

Me: “It’s okay, we don’t have anything else right now!”

So here I am driving up Berkley Blvd, which turns into Hwy 13 North, on my way home in a sport’s bra because the five-years-old child that I birthed, had a nose bleed “conveniently” when no tissue or some other type of something was available!

When I approached our house, I noticed that both my neighbors on either side of us and one across the street were outside…and I had groceries in the trunk! However, I played it cool as if wearing only a sport’s bra were routine for me. That’s right, with my mini-muffin top and war wounds, (stretch marks), exposed to all five of my neighbors, I smiled, waved, removed some bags from the trunk, and jiggled, (my “muffins” aren’t done yet), my way into the house where my son said to me,

“Mommy, here go your shirt. I only bweed on da front part ‘cause you haf’ta wear it.”

I just shook my head, but thought, thanks, son, you’re so thoughtful! I love you!

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  1. That's right girl! Wear those muffins and stretch marks proudly. Be happy it was a sports bra and not a regular one... :O)Love that boy!!!

  2. Ahhhh...how sweet of him to be so thoughtful!

  3. AWwww, I love five year olds. :-) Adorable story!

  4. You know if you'd been wearing your shirt, the neighbors would have all been inside their houses when you arrived. LOL!
    You're such a good momma. *grin*

  5. that's a cool story...i really miss ya'll!!! lol!!!


  6. Very cool story! Tell him I learned to use several "items" for emergency toilet paper in China.

    So glad you visited my blog and hope you will come back!!!

  7. Mothers...good ones like you...what would kids do without them?
    I'm your new follower, and I invite you to visit my blog and follow me as well.

  8. Precious post Larie. Thank you for sharing. Blessings dear one.

  9. Thanks so much for the visit and even more for the gracious comment. Here's hoping you'll become a follower and somehow my blog could be a blessing to you and at the same time...glorify Him.

  10. I've been reading and re-reading your profile...and you 100% right, but not just for mothers tho...for EVERY Christian. The wisdom in the words of your profile have blessed me. Thank you for sharing.

  11. Lol! That's a true mommy moment for ya! :-) Your son is a sweetiepie.

  12. LOL! Larie, this is tooo funny! I probably would have put the bloody shirt on before I got out of the car. You go, girl!


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