Tonight is Pizza Night. On the first Wednesday night of every month, our church hosts pizza night. It's a come-one-come-all evening for bonding and connecting with family and friends, and pizza.
I am one of the world's biggest pizza fans, particularly if you are talking about onion pizza. YUMMMM!!!! I could eat the whole thing and die happy.
Good pizza, and good fellowship with good company. So what's wrong? Ah...it's the kidlets. Or more accurately, it's not the kidlets. No worry, there are kidlets galore right here amongst us. Babies to teenagers and everything in between. They are fine specimens all, made in the image of God, certainly His opinion that life should go on. But, alas, they are not my kidlets, and that makes the difference.
I have learned a lot of life lessons since I became a mom waaay back in 1975. One of them is that joy shared is joy doubled, and things are generally just more fun when the kidlets are around to share.
It isn't that I don't enjoy other kidlets. It isn't that I don't
appreciate them. What it is, is that I am A Mom. A Mom Alone is
functional. She has a life. She even has a good life, though something is noticeably missing. And that's just the way it is. Because...