Lyrics through the eyes of a child

Ah, yes. Haven’t we all been singing along to Africa by Toto and caught ourselves singing, “There’s nothing that 100 men on Mars could ever do…I left my brains down in Africa…” You know you’ve done it. If you don’t know the song Africa by Toto, I want you to find a spatula and slap your own face. Hard. Be ashamed.

But in honor of Mother’s Day weekend, tonight we are keeping it light and keepin’ it real. Here are some of the butchered song lyrics you submitted to me on Facebook:

Oh Canada
Butchered: Oh Canada, We stand on cars and freeze.
Proper: Oh Canada, we stand on guard for thee.

Funky Town
Butchered: Taco Belly, Taco Belly, Taco Belly, Taco Belly
Proper: Talk about it, talk about it, talk about it, talk about it.

Hey Jude
Butchered: Hey Jew.
Correct: Duh. Really, Josh? He thought it was a song about Israelites and he was in Junior High at the time. That’s what happens when people don’t listen to the Beatles.

Place in this World
Butchered: My face in a swirl
Proper: My place in this world

Butchered: 867 By the Real Nighty Night. (What? Huh?)
Proper: DUH.

Free Fallin’
Butchered: I’m three, three fourin’
Proper: I’m free, free fallin’

Who Will Follow Jesus
Butchered: Who will follow Jesus, who will bake a pie?
I am on the Lord’s Side, Master here’s your pie.
Proper: Who will follow Jesus, who will make reply?
I am on the Lord’s Side, Master here am I.

Sowing the Seed
Butchered: Are you sowing the seed of the king, Dumb Brother?
Proper: Are you sowing the seed of the kingdom, brother?

Walking in a Winter Wonderland
Butchered: Later on, we’ll perspire, as we dream by the fire.
Proper: Later on, we’ll conspire as we dream by the fire.

Butchered: Who ya gonna call, Cold Mustard? (We all reach for the phone book to call Cold Mustard when we are in need…)
Proper: Who ya gonna call, Ghostbusters?

From Pocahontas:
Butchered: Sausages, sausages, barely even human (that’s true, you know)
Proper: Savages, savages, barely even human.

And probably my favorite for tonight:

Butchered: Be strong and Caucasian. (I’m not even going to touch this one…)
Proper: Be strong and courageous.

On Being a Mom – Part 1

Well, it’s that weekend again. Mother’s Day. I’m going to post a couple of times a day through the weekend, because there is just so much to blog about when it comes to having a mom, being a mom, wishing I was a mom long before I was, etc.

My first Mother’s Day, I spent very, VERY grateful, because I’d finally emerged from almost 4 years of infertility. I was also very grateful on my second Mother’s Day. The newness had not worn off quite yet. My son was a year old and I still logged his quirky church behavior under theĀ  “Baby” tag. He wasn’t expected to turn to the passages in his Bible quite yet.

But then I began to take myself a bit seriously. My expectations went up. The behavior went down. Then there were two boys. Somehow I thought they were going to weave me friendship bracelets and lanyards to tell me how much I meant to them as their mother and then they would wear knickerbockers and recite scripture during church. And then we’d go for Olive Garden after church and the boys would eat like angels, while I sipped my Diet Coke and twirled my pasta against my spoon.

Boy was I disappointed with a set of Tupperware and a load of defiance.

But then I got over myself. And with each child, I’ve learned more and more. My twenties (if only you could see how many times I had to backspace and retype that word) were about me. My thirties were not about me. (Please join me in a moment of silence for my thirties.) My forties and fifties will also not be about me.

Hold on. I think I just hit a nugget. I was about to type that my sixties would be about me again, but actually it’s never going to be about me. And it shouldn’t be. Life has nothing to do with me. God has placed me here, in these moments, with these children, and I have to do my utmost with all of it. And in light of that, I found a paragraph I wrote when Professora Destructo (Baby #4) was a newborn. I still feel exactly this way.

For Granted

I just laid my youngest blessing down in her bed and paused to watch her sleep as the rain fell steadily outside against her window. She resides now in what was once MamasBoy”s room. I still have very vivid memories of rocking him to the sound of a similar rain. As I stood there, it occured to me again how much I have…how blessed I am. It also occured to me that it is very easy to love God with all of this around me, in my arms, in my face. Daily. If one of these children were taken from me suddenly, if my health were taken, or a friend, or a parent, what then? How much harder it would be to accept God’s decisions if I perceived that they were against me…if they disrupted the peace that I give Him credit for giving me. I take these things “for granted,” a phrase I’ve been thinking about for at least a week now. What is for granted? A phrase that indicates there is something that should be granted me…something I am owed. Is there anything in my life that I really deserved? Anything I was owed? We come to expect things that come with a territory. If I am in my 20s and seeking, I should be married. If I am married and financially stable, I should be able to conceive children. If I am young, I should be healthy. If my family is young, they should all be alive. The list goes on. We expect these things. We struggle when life takes a turn against the expectation…against what should be granted. Or so we think.

There is nothing “for granted.” Nothing. Nothing that I should not view as a miracle on loan. Nothing that I should not on my knees thank the Lord for. And NOTHING that should cause me to forsake Him if it were suddenly removed from me. This has made me think, because as I stated, it is EASY to love Him on top of the blessings He has given me. It is easy to love Him alongside what I have. The trick is to love Him more than all of that. The trick is to be closer to Him than I am to the gifts He has given me while I am journeying toward Him. He has to be my ultimate relationship, because the ones He has given me here for my own comfort and strength are just on loan. They are granted me for now, but are not to be taken for granted.

There’s much work to be done on this one.

Mother’s Day Top Ten Lists Coming Later Today.