She jumped into our SUV in the school pickup line with an easy-breezy sigh.
“I got the solo! But it’s all good because Mr. Grizzard asked me to sing the first verse and not the second.
So I don’t have to worry about all the ox and donkey stuff!”
THIS will explain THAT:
There were several students who were auditioning for a solo in the Christmas concert.
“But” she told the other kids, “I need to ask my mom if I can audition, because our family doesn’t say that word.”
She auditioned anyway. There was no time to “ask mom”.
“I’ll just tell my mom I said the word.”
So THEY laughed.
And THIS explains THAT:
Our family doesn’t say ass, when spoken as a description for a persons’ plump and cheeky anatomy used to cushion a fall on their backside. And if you do use it to describe a persons’ plump and cheeky anatomy used to cushion a persons’ fall on their backside, then that’s ok…let’s just still be friends. OK? Alrighty then!!
And besides, in my opinion, the term donkey as opposed to ass, works just splendidly for the typical farmhand…or for us…except when you’re auditioning for a solo in the
Christmas concert, which includes lyrics with phrases such as: “where ox and ass are feeding”.
Or something like that.
Of course we sing the lyrics correctly.
Who in their right mind would sing, “Where ox and donkey are feeding”?
We raised our kids to not use ass as slang. AND that’s the way my mother raised me.
“OH my goodness gracious”, she would say, “don’t say THAT!”
And so I didn’t.
Well I don’t ever remember trying anyway.
She had no tolerance for 4 letter words.
(ass is a 4 letter word isn’t it??)
She didn’t want us using 4 letter words
like ain’t (must say: am not or is not or are not)
and can’t (must say: I will try)
and butt (must say: bottom)
and fart (do not mention it and please quietly leave the room)
and crud (Rachel!! do not say crud)
OR crap (uh! oh!…that is definitely an out)
and burp (DO NOT BURP outloud!)
I think that about spans the scope of 4 letter words.
I know! Right?
Not even close. NOT.EVEN!
Four letter words and slang are just a part of American culture.
They are used for emphasis and humor…and actually for no reason at all, it seems.
But seriously, my mother knew that our words (and actions) had power.
My mother knew that we could appear
or low class, in her opinion,
if the words that came from our mouth were not selected with great care.
She wanted us to be kind.
To speak well.
If we didn’t have something nice to say…don’t say it.
She wisely knew that the power of life and death were right between our teeth on our little bitty tongue.
She knew that even truth, if spoken unkindly, wasn’t really necessary.
Well, she put a rosy and positive spin on just about everything.
Even as she lay dying she asked for a pen and paper and with her left hand so weak she could hardly write,
she wrote, “This is the day the Lord has made. We will rejoice and be glad!”
I’m not really sure the challenges you are facing.
You may not feel like rejoicing or being glad.
just a tiny bit of maybe…
start changing the can’t words-to I will try words.
And just take little tiny baby steps
toward using your words to speak with life giving power
over yourself and your situations.
I am having to do these very things right now…
in my life…
I will not accept despair and defeat.
There is more…oh so much more…
It’s all baby steps…it doesn’t happen immediately…sometimes we aren’t even aware.
And even though, you may think I’m silly…
I’m not even going to apologize one tiny little bit for the fact that my daughter paused to think about the words to the lyrics of the song she auditioned for.
BUT I might have to apologize to the mom of the girl singing the 2nd verse. You know the second verse where the “ox and ass are feeding”?
So just rejoice and be glad.
And I know you will put the extra in an ordinary day!
I’ll go first!
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