How many of you have ever watched the zombie movie where the little girl has been bitten and her mom and dad keep her in hopes that she may not turn into a ravenous brain eater? I can’t remember exactly which Night of the Living Dead it was but it was probably early 80’s. Anyhoo, the girl changes and the mom sits there and lets her daughter eat her alive.Every time I see that movie I scream at the mom and say what an idiot she is. Why, oh why would you be so stupid, woman? She’s not your daughter anymore. Get over it and chop her head off. But, no. The mom basically killed herself so the monster could feed. <head-desk>
That said, I can understand the mom’s sentiment. Really, I can. I love my children, but I’m just more of a chop my leg off to live over lie down and die kind of gal. Sorry, daughter, you will be destroyed today. Matter of fact, let me help you see Jesus a bit faster and I will miss you. You are better off not eating brains.
This year has been a lesson in pain and joy. My two oldest are now officially gone from home. Their journeys have begun and all I can do is is stand back and shove material into my hemorrhaging gut wound. My injury is self-inflicted. I encouraged them to go. I trained them for what comes next. See, if they were to stay with me, they would be no better than zombies, and eventually they would destroy me along with themselves. Young men are not meant to stay at home through adulthood. And I don’t want to hear about the dude living in his momma’s basement. I will actually use that as case in point.
The last two months I have suffered regret and doubt. I have been afraid to write for fear I might bleed-out on the pages. Today I stand and say no more. There’ll be no zombies here. I trust my sons are well equipped for life and God has their backs every step of the way. I leave you all with a song that says pretty much how I raised them to live.