My Uterus Betrayed Me and it’s National Peanut Butter & Jelly day

Did you know that today is National Peanut Butter & Jelly Day?

I read it on Facebook about 10 minutes ago. Just to be sure, I did a quick fact check on the internet and IT’S TRUE! So, of course, I had to jump on here and blog about something…ANYTHING. A blog with a name synonymous with a national celebration needs to act accordingly. It’s my duty as a blogger.

Lest you think I’m hopping on here with wisdom and deep insight that will change your life, think again. Nope. It’s SO not gonna happen today.

My seventh grader is on a field trip today with his class to hear the city symphony perform. Last night at dinner…you know, the meal that’s supposed to invite the kind of conversation that brings a family closer together…he complained about having to go hear music ‘without words’ and how boring it was going to be. It was my duty and privilege to provide examples of lyric free music that he likes in every single movie he’s watched since I plopped his chubby cheeks in front of the babysitter, I mean, television. Movies like Star Wars, Pirates of the Caribbean, Lord of the Rings, and on and on the list went. “Would Darth Vader be Darth Vader without The Imperial March?” OF COURSE HE WOULDN’T!!!!! My litigator would not buy it. He was determined to be bored and couldn’t imagine why a music teacher would waste his time with such dribble.

I love music. It’s part of what has kept me alive for nearly 41 years on this planet. It’s a reason I exist. Breathing is made easier because of music. I love it. It’s darn near impossible for me to find music to hate. I said darn near. I’m not into the angry screaming stuff…because it makes me angry and want to scream and Lord knows I don’t need any incentive to do what already comes naturally. Anyway. I LOVE MUSIC. You get the picture.

As I listened to my child argue with my examples, I started to flash (you know, like on that nerd show ‘Chuck’) on a few conversations I’d had with this child’s father that were eerily similar. I turned around and looked at the father of my children just about the time he said, “You know, I kind of feel the same way…” That’s when I put down my fajita and blurted out


How in the world? Nine…almost ten months in MY body, not his father’s. No. How in the world? By my account, this kid should have come out singing and demanding piano lessons! Did not happen. In fact, getting him to participate in music is sort of like giving birth all over again…and he was born C-section. It’s painful.

Don’t get me wrong, I know my kid was created by God to be unique and wonderful and blah blah blah. Would it be too much to ask that some of my passion would have worked its way through the umbilical cord into his soul? I do not know FOR THE LIFE OF ME how my kid wound up with his father’s ability to understand all things math and science related. NINE MONTHS, PEOPLE!

I can’t wait to hear how his field trip went. The last words I said to him before dropping him at school were, “Try not to hate the field trip. I love you.”

So that’s what’s going on with me. How about you?

Feel free to leave me a comment about how your uterus betrayed you…or how you’re celebrating National Peanut Butter and Jelly Day. Either way, we’ll bond.

Thanks for stopping by.

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  1. Julie

    LOL!!! I loooove your examples of music without words. Hard to argue with Darth Vader’s tune! I am so curious what he thought of the field trip and the wordless music!!!

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