Two Sunday’s ago we are at Lunch following church. Happens every week with the same people. Everyone is chatting, catching up, talking about the service, etc. when all of the sudden my Dad…and I quote, says:
“Bethea family when we get home us four are having a family meeting. I am the President & I am calling this meeting. We have only ever had about 4 of these in my lifetime, so you know it is serious.”
Now, what he said was true. Rarely, do we have family meetings. Therefore, I was nervous. In my mind I immediately go to all these worse case situations. I pretty much immediately decide that this has something to do with me, and the fact that I don’t need to be on my parents dime anymore. WHICH IS DISASTROUS IN MY MIND.
So I hurry home hoping to get this thing over with. Long story short, my Dad takes a nap(!!)…pushing back this family meeting, leaving me to sit and worry ALL DAY. I mean y’all… Talk about anxiety. I as freaking. Out.
Later that day my Dad gathers us all and I have decided (internally) that this is the movement. They are cutting me off and going to ask me to work on getting my own place, paying my own bills, etc. Granted these things are coming in the future and I will be ready for it, but NOT ON THAT DAY I WAS NOT.
We all sit down in the living room and he passes each of us a notecard. In my head, I am thinking, “This is it. He is playing this out like survivor. We are about to vote and see if I am getting kicked off the island AKA out of the house AKA no more parental support.” My only hope was that the others felt enough sympathy to keep me around. My plan was to threaten moving to California and hope that this would freak my mother out enough to save me. Then Dad says:
“Okay it is time we talk about this dog,” says my Dad.
I, was extremely confused, but oddly relieved!! In the stress of my worry I had really forgotten that Mills, my younger brother, has been wanting a lab to train to hunt with him. The problem though…our childhood dog, Nick, passed away when I was in the 6th grade and my parents said no more dogs until we were off living on our own. Somehow Mills had worked them down enough to even being open to a conversation about it, which is better than I ever did…growing up so badly wanting a dog…cue the violins…
Anyway, there was lots of conversation at this family meeting and it was decided that we would get the dog, as long as Mills and I shared responsibilities, etc. SO… Not only am I not getting the boot, but I am also apparently getting a dog!!! Talk about a crazy turn of events. We can’t wait to welcome this sweet dog to our family. We have already picked him out and everything! Therefore, stay tuned for updates, lots of pictures, and send us any name suggestions you have. I live to see another day in the Bethea Family Household! Moral of this story: thankful feelings can come from family meetings! PRAISE HIS HOLY NAME!!!
Southern and Thankful