A few weeks ago, my mother-in-law invited me and my sister-in-law to go to a women's event at a local church with her. The event was Thursday night. None of us really knew what the "SHE" event was going to involve. I had heard a blurb on the radio during which the event was being discussed. They mentioned something about purity and true beauty. Hmm.
The week leading up to the event, my mother-in-law joked with me and told me not to hate her if the event turned out to be a "purity event". I retorted, telling her that I wouldn't hate her, but I might not speak to her for a few weeks. All in good fun, right?
Well, the joking was fun. However, the night was not quite as jovial. We went to a local Mexican restaurant for dinner before the event started. On our way from the restaurant to the church, my stomach started indicating that it wasn't too happy with the chicken taco salad I had just eaten. I casually mentioned to my sister-in-law, as we were entering the ticket-taking area, that my dinner wasn't agreeing with my stomach. So, I made sure I knew where the restroom was. Good thing I did. I spent the first half of the conference becoming very acquainted with the porcelain god. I was sooo sick. And, then, in good motherly fashion, of course, my mother-in-law came in to "check" on me. Once I responded to her query as to whether I was okay, I heard her call out my sister-in-law's name, asking her if she was okay. Apparently, her food hadn't agreed with her either. Great start to the evening.
So, about 10-15 minutes after my SIL returned to the conference, I figured I might be okay enough to return as well. When I joined my MIL and SIL, I was just in time for the talk about "waiting" for the one God has for you and staying pure, saving the gift of your virginity for the one man God has picked out for you. Okay, so I was obviously not the target audience. The thousand jr. high girls were apparently the intended audience. When two brothers of the main speaker sang a song, I found myself struggling to even understand what they were saying. Am I getting old? I couldn't make out half of the words because of the loud instruments playing behind them. Really, I must be 85 years old, complaining about not being able to make out the words for all the background ruckus.
Once the singing had concluded, they opened the floor for questions and answers. Questions such as "I'm 9 and all my friends are boy crazy. I want to wait. What do you recommend?" or "How do I tell my kids to 'wait' when my firstborn was conceived before we got married?" Needless to say, the Q&As didn't really apply to me or my SIL or MIL, so my MIL made the executive decision to leave early.
When my MIL pulled up in front of my house to drop me off, I opened the car door to get out, but in that moment, we decided that ice cream was a good idea. My MIL pulled away from my house before I could even shut the door again and off we went to Baskin Robbins. We got there just before they closed. And, man, was it good! Truly, the most enjoyable part of the evening, for me, was the time spent talking with those two lovely ladies. We discussed various subjects, including family matters, medical histories and future babies. It was just a nice time of conversation.
It is a good thing we had that ice cream time, though. Otherwise, I might not be speaking to my MIL. :) he he
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future babies?!?! who-hoo!! when are we thinking....?
I'm not into this blog thing, but I just had to comment. As the aforementioned MIL, I must agree that I thought the whole night was headed to be a disaster when both girls got sick and then missed the part of the event that they might have actually received a blessing from. I had purchased the tickets without really giving much thought to what it was about. They billed it as an "evening for mothers and daughters, sisters, friends, etc with Rebecca St. John and Evie." As soon as I heard Evie's name, I knew I wanted to go because I still have a few of her albums. Now when I say albums, I mean albums. As in 33 1/3! You see, when I was a young mom, Evie's songs played in the background while I did my housework and potty trained the babies that grew up to become the husbands of my guests for the evening. Since Rebecca St. James is a contemporary artist, it sounded like a win-win for the girls and me. I must admit that I felt a little guilty while happily singing along with Evie to "Come on, Ring Those Bells" while Rach and Sarah were doing who-knows-what in the ladies' room! But all's well that ends well and I've always believed that a double-dip of Baskin Robbins (or Stone Cold) can fix just about anything. The main thing is that I loved spending time with "my girls" and I so appreciated that they were willing to give up an evening to help me take a walk down memory lane. Hopefully we'll make many more fun memories in the days and years ahead.
and that local mexican restaurant would be called what exactly? I'd like to make sure never to go there.
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