A Mother's Perspective on a Balanced
By Hope Forrest
Call me crazy, but after being a stay at home mom for
eight years, I have come to realize that the universe must
maintain a certain balance. This is not a well-documented
theory, but hear me out and tell me if I’m wrong.
A while back I found
myself wandering around the house at 7:30 a.m. in shock.
The beds were made, dishes done, a load of laundry was
going, and I was spot washing my walls. Being that I am
notorious for not being a morning person and typically a
rather relaxed housekeeper, I knew something was amiss.
When the phone rang at 10
o’clock, I was relieved to have a distraction. It was my
friend Anita Freke, (she makes Martha Stewart look like a
slacker). She told me she had slept in and that her house
was a pigsty.
“There you have it,” I
thought to myself, “There can only be so much dirt and
dust in the universe”. Seeing as she was now using my
standard dirt allowance, I had to clean up my house.
Otherwise, the universe would be off kilter. <continued
Whew, for a minute there
I thought I was turning into my mother-in-law!
The same is true with
weight gain. It is a known fact that “yoyo” dieting is the
norm. People lose weight and then end up putting it on
again. What science has not yet admitted to, is that it is
not the dieter’s fault. The fault lies with the dieter’s
friends and relatives. Eventually one of the dieter’s
friends will see how great her pal looks and decide to
embark on a weight loss plan herself. Soon she is losing
But where does all that
weight go? It has to go somewhere, right? Before you know
it, the dieter who was the inspiration for her friend’s
weight loss is having trouble doing up her jeans again.
Then the following week in church, as she clapped her
hands, she noticed that the flesh falling from her triceps
was keeping the beat of the music better than her foot.
What happened? A ha! Not so crazy am I? It’s all about the
universe maintaining a balance.
Can you see the pattern
in your life? So there, there dear. Stop being so hard on
yourself. It's not your fault that you're an overweight,
slothful housekeeper. It's just that your best friend is a
waif and your mother-in-law's a serious dirt and dust
die-hard. When you find yourself getting frustrated with
your plump stoutly stature, wait until your waif of a
friend has bad PMS and send her a 10-pound box of
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