Those who know me well, know that, unlike most women, I’m not a big shopper. I go when I need something and I usually go alone. To me, shopping is not a girl friend outing; it’s a necessity. So, why I told my nieces Tori, who’s 14, and Ivy, who’s 12, I’d take them shopping after Christmas, I’ll never know! And bless their hearts! They ended up with me AND my mom in tow!
My back was hurting and mom’s hip was hurting, but Tori and Ivy were in shopping mode with Christmas money burning a hole in their pockets, so we put on our big girl panties and prepared to shop til we dropped!
I have to admit, I got a little giddy when I saw all the red clearance signs and stickers. Mom was even trying on boots within five minutes of walking into the mall. This was turning out to be a great day of bonding. Or was it?
We got there later than we intended, so lunch was one of the first things we did. If you know Tori and Ivy, then you know that when they say they’re hungry, you’d better feed them Asap! They tend to get “hangry”, hungry and angry mixed.
So off to the food court we go. Ivy and mom went to Chik-fil-a, and Tori and I opted for Chinese. When we met back up at the table, Ivy was obviously upset. She immediately began explaining that mom had ripped the cashier a new one. Poor Ivy was so embarrassed. Ivy doesn’t understand that the older you get, the less crap you take from people, and the less you care what they think! Mom’s getting to that age you know? From now on, just to keep down the number of embarrassing moments, when I go out with mom, I’ll be taking care of ordering our food.
After we’d been at the mall, for what seemed like two days, I started winding down. Mom had already said she’d walked as far as she could go, so we found her a comfy spot to sit while we continued shopping. That worked for about fifteen minutes. The next thing you know, mom is in there with us “dropping hints”. Occasionally she’d see a shirt she liked and forget about the pain she was in, and we’d shop in peace. It never lasted too long though. Now I know how she felt when she used to drag us to yard sales.
I told the girls we were going to have to go, so we headed to sears, which is where we’d parked. Naturally, there were a couple of things Tori and Ivy wanted to look at on the way out. I obliged being that this was part of their Christmas present. I too got caught back up in the shopping frenzy, and was quite enjoying myself when I heard a dreadful sound. The best way to describe my reaction to what I’d heard is pure shock.
There, right before my very eyes, was my mother, (the one who’d whipped my butt many times for acting up in stores), sitting on a display, kicking her legs and yelling “I wanna go home! I wanna go home!” This, coming from the mom who’d threaten you within an inch of your life that you’d better not act up in the store, and if you did? You’d better believe there’d be a butt whipping awaiting! I couldn’t very well whip my mother, even though the thought of bending her over my knee and wearing her butt out did cross my mind!
The embarrassment Ivy had felt at lunch paled in comparison to what this forty three year old daughter was now experiencing. My first thought was to pretend she was crazy and whisk her away to the car, but I didn’t want to embarrass the girls any more than they already were. I knew my mouth was agape. I could feel it, but there was nothing I could do about it. I felt frozen. Finally, after what seemed like eternity, I got my feet to move, and I walked off pretending not to know her.
Needless to say, mom was reveling in the fact that she’d successfully embarrassed her granddaughter, AND her eldest daughter, all in the same day. There’s no telling what people were thinking, because at this point I’ve moved away and mom is laughing like a mad woman. Wow. I can’t wait until I’m at the age that I don’t care what anyone thinks! I’ll be straight up dangerous!
That’s the kind of boldness I pray for! Boldness that allows me to be who I am in Christ, without worrying about who I embarrass or what anyone thinks. Boldness to stand up for the gospel and for what’s right without worry of repercussion. Boldness like David had when he danced before The Lord, only I SURE don’t want to dance before anyone, and I’m pretty sure God doesn’t want me to either; it’s definitely not one of my fortes. But hopefully, if I’m really lucky, just like my mom, I’ll get to use that same boldness to embarrass my kids and grand kids!
Then David danced with all his might before the Lord. He had on a holy linen vest. 2 Samuel 6:14