February 28, 2016

On Feelings, French Fries, and Frozen Chocolate

Sometimes, as a mom, you find yourself going a way you've never been before. (See Joshua 3:4.)

This happens a lot with my firstborn. Because she is my Learner Child, I'm always going some way with her I've never been before.

Once in a while along that way, we run into emotional roadblocks that are not moved by my usual bag of comfort tricks.

Which is when we find ourselves doing something we've never done before.

Which is what happened a few months ago. 

Which is why we found ourselves in our pajamas, in the car, speeding toward the Wendy's drive-through and Frosty-and-French-fry therapy at 10 o'clock one night when all my other attempts at comfort had fallen short.

I'm honored to be telling the rest of this tale on Mamalode, and I'd be so grateful if you went to the trouble of continuing this sweet and salty story over there now. 

But please allow me to apologize in advance if you're hit by a sudden craving for French fries and a Frosty.

If you need Frosty therapy
but can't make it to Wendy's,
try this Frozen Hot Chocolate.
The recipe's up over on Mamalode,
along with the rest of this saga.
Consider it a reward for making the trip.



10 comments:

  1. What a great memory! Your daughter will never forget this. Well done, mama! I love that they never seem to outgrow the need for a little mom love even after they're grown and have littles of their own. Blessings!

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    1. Thank you so much, Deb! I hope my sweet girl never does forget this, nor me, either. And thank you for that lovely assurance that this part of motherhood lingers on...I see the truth of that in my own relationship with my mama, and I look forward to it continuing with my girls. Blessings back to you!

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  2. Eeww . . . my son was just eating that yesterday; apparently it's the biggest current food fad for teens? Gross! Can you tell I'm not a sweet with my salty person? Always fun to find you in the link-ups, Elizabeth. Going to go over and read the rest of the story.

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    1. Right, Abi?! I am totally with you on that (as I say for the record in the rest of the story). But I'm thankful for the sweet-salty/hot-cold therapy the combo offered on the night. Thanks for taking time to stop by and to make the trip over to Mamalode! So nice to hear from you again...I've somehow been missing your stuff! Must. Fix. :)

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  3. So very cool and it's things like these that stick in our memories for years and years to come. Now I want a Frosty and french fries. lol

    Thanks for sharing (and for linking up to the #SHINEbloghop).

    Wishing you a lovely weekend.
    xoxo

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    1. You are absolutely right, Jennifer...my girls and I will probably be talking about that night if/when they have girls of their own. (Of course, they'll have learned from my epic mistake and won't let my future grandchildren date EVER.) I do apologize for prompting a craving...at least I warned you about it? ;) Thank you for hosting the #SHINEbloghop!

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  4. What an amazing memory for your daughter! Yes, mister tuba player will leave her heart at some point, but her mommy doing everything she could to make her smile definitely won't. Great job!!

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    1. Aw, thank you, Ashley...that's so sweet of you! I appreciate your kind words of affirmation that my on-the-spot mom intuition was right. This motherhood gig has one killer learning curve, doesn't it? ;) Thanks so much for stopping by!

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  5. What a special memory between you and your daughter! I have a lot of fun memories of my mother and I doing some crazy fun things, just the two of us, before I left for college. I hope to have similar memories with my own daughter some day too!

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    1. Victoria, what sweet mother-daughter memories you have to look back on...and to look forward to! Really, does it get any better than that? Thanks so much for stopping by.

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