|Posted by Mary Webb on June 21, 2015 at 9:00 PM||comments (0)|
The esteemed Rev. Dr. Freddie Haynes of Friendship West Baptist Church in Dallas used to say something all the time that I thought was bold and audacious because of its plain and simple truth-tellilng. "Every once in awhile, you have to preach a sermon that will make folks not talk to you after church," he would say. I'm about that life when it comes to hard truths.
Therefore, you should take that little anecdote as fair warning that this post might be like that kind of sermon. If I ste...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Mary Webb on May 31, 2015 at 11:35 PM||comments (0)|
"I was never me," says Laura Dern, Reese Witherspoon's mother in Wild upon learning she has terminal cancer. She hadn't had a chance to be herself she lamented because she was always someone's wife or mom.
I didn't exactly know why I needed this summer to myself; I just knew I did. Actually, even that knowing took some time. When the kids first mentioned it, I had agreed simply because I saw it for what it was: their attempt, especially Quentin's, to say living in my h...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Mary Webb on May 13, 2015 at 4:20 PM||comments (0)|
Yesterday, the kids bickered in the car the whole ride home. Considering we live blocks from school, this shouldn't have been a huge deal. Except that we had several errands to run. Using the quiet voice instead of yelling wasn't working for me until I used it to say, "Nobody needs to worry about asking me for dessert tonight."
Then, there was silence. And, I thought the issue had resolved itself.
But, then later while we were working on his Lego car, Jory ratted Quentin out abou...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Mary Webb on April 18, 2015 at 4:25 PM||comments (0)|
Yesterday afternoon, my oldest niece made the ultimate transformation to adulthood: she became a mother.
Just after her delivery, my sister texted me a brief video of Melinda holding Marley, aka Lil' Asteroid, who was wailing like her namesake's band (pun wasn't intended; it just worked out that way) and flailing her naked right arm all around like she had some major point to prove. Between her adamant I'm-here-and-you-better-take-notice-ness and the she's-here-and-she-has-my-total-atte...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Mary Webb on March 17, 2015 at 7:30 PM||comments (0)|
Please tell me you you’ve noticed that PARCC is crap spelled backwards? With a double “c” for emphasis?
Well, it’s not lost on me that it is lost on the powers that be. This acronym aside, the test itself ranks in the same manner.
Now, let me just say that I still agree with Common Core, at least as it relates to English Language Arts. So, save yourself the time and stop reading if you thought that’s where I was going with this, because I’m a...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Mary Webb on March 11, 2015 at 9:00 AM||comments (0)|
The night before I was going in to deliver Quentin, I was consumed by this insane obsession (aren't they all?) to have my toes polished. Obviously, I couldn't reach or see to do it myself. So, I'd been bugging Christine since she stepped off the plane from Dallas to be my delivery coach to do it for me. I remember telling her that it was part of the job duty. I may have even threatened to renege on the cord-cutting if she didn't. It was that serious, to me anyway.
She eve...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Mary Webb on February 27, 2015 at 2:10 PM||comments (0)|
This is so sad of me, and one of the very few things I dislike about myself: But, as if I don't have enough things to worry about, I worry about things that MAY (or may not) happen to me down the line.
Let me rephrase. As if the kids don't give me enough to worry about, I worry about things that MAY (or may not) happen to them down the line. It'll be like, what am I going to do if Quentin starts using drugs? Except he's the one who smelled the reefer of the kids ...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Mary Webb on February 10, 2015 at 9:40 AM||comments (0)|
My days are can generally be summed up as a colossal juggling act. Take Saturday for example. Christine kept Jory for me Friday night because Quentin had an early morning appointment the next day, and she had catechism. Mama kept him for me when he was down while I darted off to a half-day writing class that I'd booked before his appointment came up. My brother-in-law dropped Jory off there as well since I was still in class. Linda picked her up from dance for me because Q's game was still go...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Mary Webb on January 26, 2015 at 10:35 AM||comments (0)|
I read something the other day, and I felt totally convicted about it. The Parent magazine reporter started with an anecdote about the ever-painful potty stop her 5-year-old daughter requested on a road trip just five minutes after they had stopped to use it because she hadn't felt the need to go.
Even though as a mother who claims to have common sense, sense that would have been demonstrated by making my own child go anyway, I could totally see myself gripping the steering whe...Read Full Post »
|Posted by Mary Webb on January 13, 2015 at 2:35 PM||comments (0)|
A student told me yesterday they wished they had a mother just like me. This was in reference to seeing me make Quentin a study guide (list of questions) pertaining to Holes to make sure he is actually reading it.
I should have glowed with the compliment. It's the cynic in me that made me first register this mental response: Be careful what you ask for!
It's not that I'm not a pretty fantastic mother. (I really do think I am.) It's just that, if it were left up to Quentin...Read Full Post »