But of course...

So it would happen like this. All the moments of denial and complete assurance that I was right...it would happen just like this. What do you ask? That unforgettable moment you have when you not only have to admit, but you can't help to agree that your mom was right all along. 

See it happened when I moved down here. My mom's first visit to my apartment. I had boxes everywhere and was beginning to unpack my life and start a new chapter. Lo and behold, my mom bought a housewarming gift- a box of tissues. Seriously? Chocolates or flowers or anything else to say "Welcome home", but no. She brought a box of tissues. And every visit after that, I would notice when she would leave how I somehow magically acquired another box. There was one on the side of the couch. One in the bathroom. One in the spare room. On the kitchen counter. They turned up everywhere! Then I got to move again, so through the cleansing process of getting rid of old things the tissues vanished...or so I thought.

My mom walks into my house carrying her purse and....you guessed it a box of tissues. I had to put my foot down...
"Mom, why do you always bring a box of tissues in?"
"Well you need a box in every room."
"No, I don't.
"Yes you do and these ones have a cool feeling when you blow your nose."

Because my nose needs to feel cool when I am blowing out all the lovely mucus inside. Over the year I was in that house, my decorating atmosphere was overpowered after every visit with brightly colored tissue boxes. When I moved again, this past Fall, I had brought my tissue box count down to two. Praise Jesus! I was on my way to removing any overwhelming amount of tissue boxes from my life. 

Then this morning I wake up sick. My nose is clogged, my eyes are watering and I have no tissues. I scoured my room and hall closet for a small sign of any kind of a tissue box. Nothing. So I sit here with my tea and toilet paper roll writing to all of you that my mom was right. 

Moral of the story: You may not always agree with parents, but for the most part they do have your best interest in mind. It puts a whole new perspective for me on the verse Ephesians 6:1 "Children obey your parents..."

There is your tid-bit.