Irreconcilable differences…

I made a vow a year ago, that I would not be negative on social media.

First and foremost, I have a 14 year old daughter who watches my reactions.

Do I always act appropriately?

I have feelings so I can honestly say that I do not.

But I do my best to take a deep breath and sometimes I even have to get a good night’s rest, but I try to respond with love.

Because of that, I do believe some people including my own children think that I handle things better than I actually do.

I am sharing this for the sole purpose of letting my children and anyone else know that is not the case.

Just because I do not share my dirty laundry does not mean that my hamper is not overflowing.

I just feel that when you have an opportunity to encourage, you take it.

That being said, here are a few of my secrets. My coworkers can confirm.

I spill my breakfast and lunch on my clothes daily.

I have worn my shirt inside out to work on multiple occasions.

I am famous for hiccups and tripping.

My first reaction is never the one I type.

I overeat, I underdust, I am very impulsive and the list goes on and on…

Very unlike my mother in love.

Billie Dailey.

She is also known around here as Jomammie to my children. Pappy called her Jo. Wade added Mammie. And it stuck.

When Wade and I divorced in 2001, that could have been the end of my relationship with her.

I am so thankful that it was not.

Irreconcilable differences are only irreconcilable if you let them be.

We lost Wade in 2007, 3 months after my brother Johnny. 2007 was a tough year.

She stepped in during the worst of times and became the Ultimate Grandmother. Friends have actually made a few sly comments to me about they don’t have a grandmother like her.

I am sad to say that they are right.

She can “doctor” just about anything, get out the worst stains, she gives great advice and can make you a banana pudding all in the same day.

The world would be a better place if we could learn to clone grandmothers. Jomammie we need your DNA.

If you have a broken relationship, I hope you can mend it.

You just might mend yourself in the process. Not to mention your entire family.

Thank you Jomammie. I love you and so do my children.

Here’s to starting a new generation of love,


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