Bad Mom

You’re going to find that there will be times when people will have no stomach for solid teaching, but will fill up on spiritual junk food—catchy opinions that tickle their fancy. They’ll turn their backs on truth and chase mirages. But you—keep your eye on what you’re doing; accept the hard times along with the good; keep the Message alive; do a thorough job as God’s servant. 2 Timothy 4:3-5 (The Message)

I am a bad mother. Good mothers are supposed to give their life for their child. Make sacrifices on behalf of their child. Give their child the best and take the leftovers for themselves. At least that’s what I hear anyway. But, I am nothing like that. Especially in Girl Scout cookie season. I love my kids really, I do, but there are some things that they do that make me crazy. Leaving dirty clothes on the stairs, letting glasses sit in their room until they are black with mold, calling exactly at 5:00 every night to ask what is for supper, losing important pieces of paper and expecting me to magically make them appear, borrowing my car and returning it full of sand and empty of gas. But, nothing, nothing makes me crazier than to open the refrigerator door, taking out a box of Girl Scout cookies and finding that the box is EMPTY. I LOVE Girl Scout cookies almost as much as I love my husband and my dogs. Maybe more than I love my kids. Really. I especially love Samoas which are made even more special because you can only buy them once a year. At least until now. Keebler has come out with a cookie called Coconut Dreams that looks almost just like a Samoa at half the price. They even come in a larger package. They look exactly like Samoas except to the discerning eye. If you are a Girl Scout cookie connoisseur, you will not be fooled though. There is less chocolate on the outside, the cookie is thinner and has less caramel flavor. It is less sweet, in fact almost leaves a bitter aftertaste compared to Samoas. Samoas are definitely better, way better than Coconut Dreams. But, Coconut Dreams are good enough for someone who eats a whole box full at one sitting. Someone who stuffs his mouth full of them and gobbles them down so fast that they are hardly tasted. At least that is how I justify what I did today. I bought a box of Samoas, took them carefully out of the wrapping and put the cookies in a zip lock bag and hid them in the produce drawer of the refrigerator under the lettuce. Then, I replaced the cookies in the Samoa container with Coconut Dreams and put the altered box in a prominent place on the top shelf of the refrigerator. Problem solved. Youngest son will get to eat all the fake Samoas he wants while the good stuff is reserved for my discriminating palate. I am such a bad mother! There are some things in life that people try to pawn off on us as good and true, but if we take the time to study and judge them according to the real thing, we cannot be fooled. Pray that God will show you the truth about the lies that the world tells us. And in the meantime, pray for me. I am a bad, bad, mom.