Straight from the 18 year old’s mouth

My oldest son, Isaac, came home from work yesterday at about 7:30am. He walked in, and loudly said hello to Derek, Jono and I, called us a few mean names (it’s his sign of affection for us), and then he burped really loud. (It’s a blog about boys, you have to expect these stories). After that, he asked us to rate the bodily function that I just spoke of. So, someone rated it, I’m sure (I don’t remember the score – usually it’s a 7). As he hung his work jacket on the banister and sat on the bottom step to take off his boots, he made this profound statement, “You know, that’s all I really need in life – someone to rate my burps!”. Then he said, “Hey, you can quote me in your blog!”

Then he came home from work this morning, and he asked me why I had not quoted him. I realized he was really serious. I told him that it was gross, and I didn’t want to write about that on my blog. How could I possibly expound on that quote? Then he explained to me, “Well, it’s true. Think about it. I would have to be pretty comfortable to burp in front of that person. Also, they would have to know me well enough, and have been around me often enough to decide if it was good compared to all of my other burps”. He implied that he really just needs someone who loves him for who he is, no matter what!

He’s right, though! That’s something I have learned through this move to Texas. We moved here knowing 2 people. Derek and I, the boys, and my parents have really had to learn to lean on each other. It has brought us much closer as a family. We can have all the stuff, but it can’t compare to the feeling of coming home to people who know us, love us, and accept us for who we are. If we don’t have someone to rate our burps, then what do we have?


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Married to the love of my life for 20 years, mother of 3 boys, recently “retired” from the beauty business, and learning to be a stay at home Mom.

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