Life’s A Little Like A Quagmire

So life begins….as we two drove to the hospital knowing we would be three coming home.

 


So life begins…. I relate this to my son as we, two, drove to the hospital knowing we would be, three, coming home.  What an awesome thought, I said to myself.  Did I fasten the car seat correctly, as inexperienced as I was then.  Of course, there’s a schedule which is hard to keep – up all night!  I need to sleep!  I’ve got to go to work when morning arrives.

Buying clothes for a newborn isn’t a treat.  I want to brag about my baby boy and I darn sure don’t want him dressed in pink! Oh!  The problems you encounter as life begins; you’re passed from one to another to see which one can make you quit crying.

Months go by and you’re taught to talk.  “Mama” “Dada”. “NO!!” – that’s your first word.  Then you’re off, like Shepards’s first walk on the moon, only out of a microphone.  “NO!”, again, “don’t touch that…”!  What a life! An inquisitive little creature of God, destroyed by negativity that comes from a parent’s mouth.  Poor little guy tried and tried but freedom came at a dear price as direction follows after your loss.  I could so relate!  The altercations that proceeded left little to question.  To disobey was my only option, but, the penalties for perjury were contained in my pants.  As I was informed, “You won’t sit for a week!”  What a quagmire we must face! 

Time goes on and we try to grow up dealing with the problems of the twentieth century: POTC, (a class we must pass, if you want to graduate); sports, dates, and who to take to next week’s dance; the car needs gas; who’s lawn can I mow to make a couple of bucks;  my homework is late – “you need to buckle down,” Dad says.

Now – my new bride is pregnant and life repeats itself. Which grandmother gets to hold you first;  who’s house do we take you to; and the pressure mounts. Holidays, oh my, I’m so tired…. 

There in a wink of an eye, life is gone; you sit on your duff and wonder what in the world you’re gonna do now – a new horizon, another quagmire, social security…..need I say more??  Move to the South, maybe, ’cause nobody retires to the North.  But I guess I’ll stay out here in the West, where life is a beach, or so the sign says. 

The air refreshes with the passing storms and now my seat is wet.  I have to change! What must I wear?? Depends??  I thought I’d retire but my mind runs full steam ahead like an old locomotive.  The wheels are turning and I smell smoke!  Throw another log onto the fire – oh wait – that’s if you’re cold, another scenario, not for June.  Life is so darn complicated!  I can’t even decide which shoes to wear as my feet are wet from being outside!  Should I go inside??  Maybe I should. I don’t know!!….

Author: Dana Bicks LLC, Author

What you are reading on my website is the result of a miracle from God. I am not a writer, though I am a messenger. God took a very dyslexic guy from Severna Park, Maryland, who never read or wrote a thing, and told me I was going to write messages to share with others. I do not have a degree, and English was my poorest subject. Trust me, it's only through God that I write. As you read, understand that we all have the ability to receive the gifts that Christ would like us to have, gifts from God. It happened to me, it can happen to you. Let God enter your soul and rule your spirit!

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