Do you know how I’ve scratched my own itches? I’ll tell you. I scratched my children’s back. Literally in all ways possible.
And my oldest daughter did the same thing by helping her sister get her back scratched by her granny Linda full well knowing that we will feel the residual. And that Chelsie will feel and understand how much we love each other.
We pay it forward. And? It worked. She’s gotten the scratch she needed. I made it happen way ahead of the game I saw family ties and how much they would matter. Cuz God showed me how. Because I prayed to always be ahead of the game. So I could stop each person from falling off the cliff we all headed to if we did not unite.
Chelsie. The mole. Perfectly placed agreed. She didn’t have to tell me a thing. Or did she tell me without words cuz we are that close? Did she make Mama sing? Did she make her fall? Did she realize she was playing me? Showing Mama she was all wrong?
Seems like I did ok? That she just needed granny? Like Mama needs her Mama?
To sow such seeds and water them with prayers will bring us all a harvest! Mama couldn’t help but see me in her. Winking back laughing calling her to play. Scratching her back with my daughters permission and protection. Chelsie knows how to pray Mama.
And we don’t have a chance. Our back scratches are coming back to us. I see where it all got off track and I’m working to right the wrong directions. I’m herding us all back to solid ground after a lifetime of living in the sand of a desert.