My mom and I didn’t agree on a lot where entertainment was concerned. In fact, I missed out on some amazing movies due to my determined mindset to not like anything mom seemed obsessed with. However, mom and I did mutually agree on a few shows and films. One of them was Freaky Friday.
To me, remakes are comparable to leftovers; they taste fine but aren’t as good as the original meal. So when I refer to Freaky Friday, I mean the one starring Barbara Harris and young Jodie Foster, not Jamie Lee Curtis and Lindsay Lohan. For those who haven’t seen either movie, the premise is that a mother and daughter switch places mentally for a day. The mom’s mind is in the daughter’s body and vice versa.
If you are a devoted reader of this blog, you’ll know that I haven’t written in over two weeks, which is a definite blogger no-no. For whatever reason—perhaps responsibilities, the weather, lack of energy, or depression—my passion for the written word has diminished to mere embers. Having no wind to fan the flame, I looked at a book of writing prompts for an idea. The one I picked was, “If you had to be someone else for 24 hours, who would you choose and why? What would you do?” In other words, whose hat rack would I rather have for a day?
First I went to historical times. How I’d love to be Jesus’s mother for a day! Especially when he was young. What would I do all day? I’d cuddle with my divine toddler, that’s what I’d do. Being any follower of Christ during his ministry would be unbelievable. I’d sit at Jesus’ feet and learn from the savior himself.
Finally I thought about my current family and friends. Would I choose to be a mother of eight and see if I could survive the day? Might I slip into the body of a pregnant friend to experience the miracle of a life forming inside my womb? Would I live in another country for the day? Of course, I also played with the idea of being my favorite singers and movie stars.
As I thought and thought about all the possibilities, I realized how content I was with my life. No other hats seem quite as appealing as mine. As exciting as experiencing other people’s blessings would be, I’d also have to endure their burdens. I heard a spin on the grass-is-always-greener quote the other day. It said something like, “The grass is greener on the other side because it's fertilized with manure.” I wish I could remember the phrase exactly and who said it. Anyway, the message stuck. There are things I would like to change in my life, but I wouldn’t trade my life even with my best friend. I’m truly content.
Hats off to you, my friend. I will write again, but until then...
hang on to your hat! ;-)