Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the cauldron boil and bake,
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing,--
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth, boil and bubble.
Yeah, that's me sometimes.
I also do quite a bit of bubbling, toiling and troubling.
I don't know what a fenny snake is but sometimes I have an adder's fork for a tongue.
With three kids, I find myself talking most of the time. Instructing, answering questions, reminding, answering questions, acting as referee, calling them to dinner, and answering questions.
I am starting to get on my own nerves.
There is a kid in my life, yeah, he's one of mine and sometimes you would think he doesn't have feelings. Talking to that boy is like talking to a brick wall. So, to get through, sometimes you need to use a hammer. I don't mean literally, I mean strong words, not foul language, just big, deep words.
Twice this week I cut that boy to the quick.
Both times I was wrong to do it. Both times I used my big words to make a point that was irrelevant, unnecessary and careless. If a friend spoke to me like that we'd have to have a long talk on the porch.
I cut my boy with my words and I saw it on his face.
Hell-broth, that's what my words were made from this week. I fell again.
I apologized and pray that he forgets over time. Literally, I pray that he forgets my ugliness, but who's to say if he can?
I tell my kids to listen more than they speak. You know, the whole "God gave you two ears and one mouth for a reason" thing.
Practice what you preach, girl. Practice what you preach.
If I listened to that boy, maybe I would know how to get through that brick wall, how to put velvet on the hammer.
Too many words are like a hell-broth, all full of junk, but certainly a charm of powerful trouble.
So maybe I keep my dog tongues and frog toes to myself a little more.
Maybe I make my powerful charms out of love and verses and acts of kindness instead of too many words.
If you see a big, black kettle laying by the street, I don't want it back.
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