People always talk about "going crazy". Like it's a place you choose to go. Nah, man. Crazy up and takes you. One day you're sittin' there mind your own business and WHAMMO! Crazy snatches you up. It's in life -- the day to day. The mundane. The "if I have to do this one more time" of it all. That's when it comes for you. You usually find your way back. But in that moment, when the crazy has kidnapped you away, life is a never-ending roller coaster. Honey, I have five kids, three dogs and believe you me -- crazy took this mama. I didn't jump on the crazy train, or go bananas, or drop my basket. Or [insert your favorite way to say crazy came here].
But crazy isn't bad. Crazy is fun. It's laughter, it's tears, it's screaming, it's falling down and choosing to get back up even though you know you're going to fall again. It's putting one foot in front of the other even though you see the storm ahead. It's a happy day or a quiet night. Crazy is watching lightening bugs while being bit by mosquitoes because those lightening bugs are so darned beautiful. Crazy is having 5 kids, and crazy is the love that you didn't know you had for them. Crazy is being in love for 13 years and looking forward to the next 13 with happy anticipation.
So, this is me. Because sometimes crazy takes you. Picks you right up and beckons you to join the chaos that is life. One day I'll be all finished up and crazy will bring me back. And I hope that then when people say tell my kids "your mama has gone crazy" they'll laugh and say "No, crazy took mama. Now it's time she came back".
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