Knights and Pretty Women

When I rewatch Pretty Woman, it seems so much cheesier than it did sixteen years ago when it was a box office hit. I mean, come on, a hooker gets lucky -- no pun intended -- when a rich guy needs directions. He wines and dines her, takes her to the opera and to polo matches and at the end, she's refined. And then, he still blows it. Sometimes I think the 'm' in moron stands for "man," because he was such a moron. He started her down a path she never wanted to be on, but then tried to change directions on her. But in the end, he redeems himself. Her knight in a white limo pulls up to her fire escape and professes his love. What would a Pretty Woman 2 have looked like?

My mom's surgery last week did not go as well as we'd thought. We found out yesterday that according to pathologist's report, there is more cancer there than they suspected. She will go back into the OR tomorrow afternoon to ** hopefully ** remove the rest. She is scared and frustrated and disappointed.

It presented a challenge for me, because the kids and I are supposed to fly back tomorrow evening ... but I need to be here with her ... but I cannot do many more days with Cooper on my own (see previous posts on child behavior!!!!) I was torn on what to do: how do I get them back? how do I stay here?

My knight in a white mini-van called me at 6 this morning from I-76. He's coming to get the kids and bring them home. So many times I think he's a moron. He frustrates me and makes me want to give up because he led us on a path, and then decided to change directions. I was happy with the path we were on. I didn't want to detour.

But he's not a moron. He is a knight. And I do know that when it comes down to it, he will be there on his white horse (or something) to take care of me.

We do that with God, too. We are going along on a happy little way and he changes the direction of our lives. We get frustrated because we liked the other road much better. But in the end he comes through for us and we think, "Gee, I should've trusted him all along." And then it happens again and we started the whole thing over. Other than raising my kids so that they are welcomed by God into heaven, I think my next goal that I hope to have accomplished by my death is start trusting that God will work all things for good, if I will trust Him.