Dairy Queen—The Soliloquy

Does he frighten you?

Does the sight of the chocolate ice cream dripping down the side of the cone and running down his arm make you want to defend yourself with a pair of rubber gloves and a bottle of 409?

Would you lose sleep over the brown blob that is creating a permanent stain on the T-shirt?

If those lips came at you, cocked and ready to fire a sticky smooch, would you turn and run?

If so, don’t come over to my house.

This photo is representative of my world with my boys. A metaphor, if you will.

My world is a drippy ice cream cone. It’s sticky. It’s messy. It’s gonna leave a stain. There’s no controlling it—no matter how hard you try. It’s going to melt, and it’s going to get ugly. And no matter how quickly you try to consume it before it becomes too much of a mess, you can’t keep up. If you try too hard, you just end up with a brain freeze and stomach cramps.

My house, my car–my life–it’s not neat and orderly. There are spills, splats, and plops at every turn. You’d never mistake my living room for a museum, and eating off my floor would likely result in a trip to the ER for a stomach pump.

Whenever I get stressed out about it, get down on myself for sucking at the whole mom/wife/human being thing, I force myself to stop and think. Put myself in the shoes of a 3-year-old, 6-year-old, or 10-year-old boy.

Chasing one another with the garden hose until everyone and everything is soaking wet…Building a fortress of castles and tree forts that spans an entire family room…Ripping the sheets off Mom and Dad’s bed, stripping down to your underwear, and bodyslamming your brothers…

…Going through the drive-thru at Dairy Queen without any shoes on, getting handed a cone piled in cold chocolate goodness, sticking your lips in the top of the ice cream just to see what kind of shape it makes, sitting on the front step with chocolate dripping off your chin and down your arms but a smile of sticky satisfaction on your face…

How freakin’ fun is that?

Note: I won’t be adding to the blog for a couple days as I’ll be headed to Kansas City for a wedding. With our kids in the wedding and my sister’s family and my family sharing ONE hotel room —yes, there will be 9 of us…(10 counting the peanut my sister’s carrying)—I’m sure I’ll have PLENTY of material to write about when I return! Have a safe and fun Memorial Weekend!


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