Have no anxiety at all, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, make your requests known to God. Then the peace of God that surpasses all understanding will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus.
Phil 4:6-7



Saturday, November 26, 2011

Is there such a thing as a random question?

Last week my second son texted me a question. It started with "random question, mom."

Hmm.
(Remember this is the son with the girlfriend. They have been together for a year and a few months.)

The question: "Do we (we?) have a ring that I would give to my wife, when I ask her to marry me?"

Answer: No.

Next question: Our family doesn't have an heirloom ring?

Answer: No, your ancestors were poor. Sorry.


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Two days later he came home and said, "This is really random mom (uh oh), but did you know that the baby boomer generation really was not a result of soldiers coming home from the war? I learned in history class today that it was actually the result of a lot of young women being promiscuous and getting pregnant out of wedlock. Of course, they got married right away so most people didn't know.


(I had started to become a little concerned at that time but decided just to eat it, or let it eat me as the case may be.)



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The next evening at dinner he said, "Hey mom, I learned in psych class today that babies who were put up for adoption years ago would develop an attachment disorder because they were placed in beds and there was no one to hold them. Isn't that sad? Those poor babies."

(We subsequently had a discussion about attachment disorders, and how psychology professors don't always teach complete information. Pft.)


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Now, following those three random conversations, to what conclusion would you have come (jumped)? The same one I came (jumped) to?

I let it eat me for two days before I finally just asked. And, thank God, the answer was, "No."

11 comments:

  1. Looking back, those baby/toddler years were not nearly as hard as I thought. :)

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  2. Poor Barbara. You're having quite a weekend, aren't you?

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  3. This was so funny! Thanks for the laugh this morning. The first question and how you answered is what made me laugh outloud. Just the "no." answer was funny enough.

    Well, after finding out his answer of no, then, re-reading his other 2 questions, he has a heart of gold, doesn't he? (like his mama)

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  4. We actually do have a ring...not a wedding ring, but a ring of diamonds and pearls, that will be mine eventually (like, after my mom dies). It was my great-grandmother's, and it was made of two sets of earrings, I think. But I'm not surprised he asked--being a boy, he probably hasn't paid any attention to your jewelry stash ever. :)

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  5. HAHA! I can imagine all of this coming from my second son...I can clearly imagine. Yes, the babies I babysit for are 10,000 times easier than my young adults.

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  6. Oh Barb! I was coming to the same conclusion as you did while I read through the "random" questions. I hope you're able to laugh now, I am ;-)

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  7. Oh my goodness, I'm going to need extra grace once my boys are teenagers.

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  8. Laughed about the "heirloom ring" answer. Our ancestors were poor, too! From my own past experience, when our boys were thinking of marriage, they stopped talking to me. It all became internal reflection, I guess. Glad your fears were unfounded. Most of mine were, too. :) --- Rosemary

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  9. I love these posts. Thanks for keeping it real and a smile on my face.

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  10. Oh my goodness! My heart is really pounding; I was getting nervous, myself! FWIW, I don't think the girls were just promiscuous---I'm sure it was a combination of desperate men, happy to be home men, happy to have them home women (married and unmarried!). Did you tell him that all those women didn't just force the men?!!

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  11. Oh yeah, I'd be jumping there too. Has your blood pressure come down yet?

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