|“What am I doing here?”|
i’m typing with one finger on my left arm…it’s slow going so i enlisted the help of my middle OS to write this post. it appears that aaron has his own version of doing hard things! 🙂 now here’s aaron!
|my wonderful mom|
Seeing that my mom is at this moment, incapable of typing and, more importantly, incapable of posting embarrassing stories of my family and me on the Internet, I will take the opportunity to tell you a story about my family, particularly my mom and me, through my eyes.
Last month, my mom came to me with a question, just one question that presented one of the hardest decisions I’ve ever had to make in my life. She walked into my room and asked,
|My first and last time using a free arm quilting machine|
I felt like a deer in the headlights, frozen, unable to respond. Being mildly asthmatic, my breath shortened.
|“where is my inhaler???”|
My eyes shot around the room for my red inhaler. These were the questions that tortured my mind, telling me that if I left home now, and never married, I could be free from this wasteland of lose-lose situations. I could reply with a quick “Naaah” and give a bad excuse why I couldn’t attend. I wouldn’t have to worry about spending the day in a symposium (whatever that is) of quilters, whom I felt sure, if I went, would kill me, wrap in a quilt and leave on the side of the road; but, my mom would be hurt and angry that I didn’t want to spend the day with her. On the other hand, I could sound a cheerful “Sure” and my mom would be happy and excited to go to the Quilt Symposium with me, but I would surely die and spend the last minutes of my short life listening to an explanation of what a free arm sewing machine is and telling which quilt was my favorite and why.
|My grandma and me at the “symposium.”
We haven’t quilted anything in our lives.
My schedule was open. At this point, I need to remind you of the purpose of this post: I am a good son. I do not wish you to think that I could not have formulated an excuse to save me from the bloodthirsty quilting monsters, for that would imply that if I said agreed to go, it would not have been out of the sacrificial, devoted, and encouraging love I have for my mother. I’m clever enough to have thought of something.
Wow! Did you hear that? He said yes! He’s gonna go to the Quilt Symposium! What a great, kind, loving, caring, sweet, sensitive, thoughtful, ambivalent, agreeable, self-sacrificing and loving son he is.
|the hottest guy at the symposium…for real|
I know, that was my reaction too when I heard it. He really is a great son.
I already knew you were a great son.
Wow, Aaron! You are the most awesome son for sure!!! And pretty good at blogging too! You rock! And so does your Mama.
This is the funniest thing I have read in a long time, having three sons of my own and imagining how all of this went down.You REALLY are a great son… wow…Anxiously awaiting part two.
Can't wait to read the rest!