LISA VOYLES: And also to you

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Mother’s Day was Sunday and I got a double whammy as it was my birthday, too.
“And wasn’t that so nice of me to plan it that way for you,” was my own mother’s joking comment.
My son wished me a happy combined birthday/Mother’s day by hanging some mini-blinds and promising more physical labor to come in the near future.
I’ve worked really hard to teach him some skills I think will serve him well in the future. He sees it a slightly different way.
“You just made me learn to do everything you don’t want to do.”
That’s what I just said.
I think it will be very beneficial for him – in his future – to be able to take care of things for me – in my future.
It’s not like I don’t do things around the house – Ok, it really is just like that.
I don’t know how to do anything more taxing than change a light bulb except maybe paint and I really don’t enjoy that. I’m not one of those handy-dandy, crafty, artistic people who can change the complete aura and essence of a room by rearranging three photos and adding a splash of color and fabric.
I do admire them for their vision and ability. I stand in awe of people who can see things as they could be.
My Granny Peg, mama’s mother, was one of those people. She could knock out a wall or hang a new one and recreate living space from a picture in her head. She could also recreate any outfit she saw at her sewing machine.
Me, not so much.
When I was in college at Memphis State University, I sewed drapes for an apartment once. I’m not completely over the trauma yet. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but I quickly learned I don’t really want to be involved with the creating process, I just want it to be done.
One day last summer, my best friend of 37 years made the funniest comment.
Ruby Lee and I were talking about what we’d do to improve or renovate our homes if we had time, money or skills. I mentioned that I’d love to knock out the wall between the living room and third bedroom (aka, junk room).
“Well, it couldn’t be that hard,” she said. “People do it all the time. Well, not people like us, but other people that know what they’re doing.”

Play to your strengths
Isn’t it wonderful that God made us all different with specialities and talents in various directions. Some of you can paint and draw and create artistic projects.
Some of you can build and design and make things work.
“And what is it you know how to do?,” asked my son with a gleam in his eye.
I know how to boss him around and I’m pretty darn good at it.
I do have some skills. I have the knowledge and experience to do several different things. It’s just that they all seem to rely on manual labor and I’m not really a big fan.
Knowing how doesn’t necessarily translate into having to do, especially when I have this fabulous, 5-foot, 10-inch, strong young man living in my home. The one I feed, clothe, wash for and support monetarily. The one who has work to do – for his mama.

Happy Mother’s day to me, and also to you!

Lisa Voyles is Managing Editor/Sports for the Chickasaw Journal. She can be reached at 456-3771 or via email to lisa.voyles@journalinc.com.

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