May 31st, 2022
My mom’s birthday is today. She would have been 60. I’ve been real stressed because life is a stressful place but there is a thought that’s giving me peace.
When people talk about what their loved ones are doing in heaven, it is often something boring.
Like, “I know grandpa is up there fishing in heaven. I hope he’s catching some big ones!”
Or, “I bet nana is making the best quilts and pies in heaven. What I wouldn’t give for another slice of apple.”
It seems very odd to me that these people have eternity in paradise and this is how they choose to spend it, but no judgement.
When my mom was younger, she had Jell-O wrestled, at least once. She had a consensual physical altercation in a pool of cold gelatin. I don’t know when I learned this fact, but I feel like I knew it my entire life, as I can’t remember a day when I did not have that piece of information etched into my brain.
I would like to believe there is a gladiatorial colosseum in heaven dedicated to Jell-O wrestling, and my mom is just kicking everybody’s ass in it.
Like, one day she just showed up, and she walked up to the reigning Jell-O wrestling champion, and she just slapped them in the face, beginning her rise as heaven’s premiere Jell-O gladiator. There are whispers through the garden of her prowess in the tub.
And that’s not what she’ll do forever. That’s just what she’s doing now.
I went to the dentist this morning. The hygienist told me she was tired because she spent the weekend with her grandkids. Then she talked to me about visiting her mom.
Life isn’t fair, but there are some that feel more fair than others.
Share your love today, like a present on a birthday. It’s free and it is a priceless gift.
The Den 