Many of you may not appreciate this narritive; however, it will serve as a reminder to me of the joy in simple things and the love found in family bonding. Time marches on much too quickly and we must see and experence the silly and lighter side of life to endure the harder times that always seem to come. May God who gives us all good things, bless you with a smile today. Don't just keep it; pass it on!
Something made them snap; at least to this woman’s point of view. Perhaps it was the rendezvous after I went to bed or perhaps it’s just what guys do. I should know this by now, don’t you think?
After coming home from their wild outing at the local Sheetz for some slushies; which they sadly reported the machine was broken and buying themselves some highly caffeinated beverage in a can to save for the ride to church in the morning. Along with the chocolate donuts, I would say they were ready to praise the Lord when we could pry them out of the van. By the way my husband was a part of this evening’s homage and I would have been dragged out as well if it were not for a little sister tucked snuggly in her bed.
I was aroused quite unceremoniously from the warmth of my covers and was dragged out into the kitchen for the contest upon their return. Yes, you may have guessed it; an arm wrestling showdown. Each one crouched in a squatting position, arms readied on the counter island. Tee-shirts pulled well over the biceps as not to miss the display of the iron pumping steel.
The contest began with an unusual counting in Korean. Veins popped and egos were on the line. The winner, after many hoops and hollers, took on another brother and the night wore on as the perspiration beaded on the forehead of just one. The beaded one lost, however, a gallant effort was displayed. Brother # 2 took his stance once again (not necessarily in birth order) and took on the winner and the looser. The beaded one lost again. Again and again the contest drew cries from the beaded one. I being the mother of this motley crew couldn’t find a favorite to cheer and I began to feel real sorry for the looser. Knowing his ego was on the line I decided to do the only compassionate thing I could think of and bring down his sleeping sibling. What a mother will do.
It took awhile for the house to settle, but overall memories were made in the wee early hours of the evening. And as the non-beaded one says… Cheers!
3 comments:
I loved your post! Having 5 brothers myself I know what those kinds of activities are like. LOL! With all that energy you were gonna let them eat doughnuts and drink soda? Wow, you’re a brave mother, you must have had quite a ride to church!!!Blessings!
I remember being there at the kitchen island but I have _no_ idea who is this "beaded" one you keep referring to.
Regardless, it was probably merely his technique that failed him and not his actual physical strength.
I'm sure he was just being a servant leader and trying to exercise humility and such. You know, really Godly characteristics like that.
But yeah, what a weakling.
Well, at least he sure look humbled... I mean humble...just humble.
Very Godly.
Cheers!
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