Ouch! There Goes Karma Again

April 23, 2006    By: Kristen J @ 11:16 pm   Category: Life

I don’t like karma because karma likes to bite me on the proverbial bum. For the most part my life runs along pretty smoothly until I make a judgmental statement about someone and then…Ouch! There goes karma again.

I’ll give you a few examples. Once, when I was pregnant with my first baby, I said to my sister, “Your daughter is cute, but she’s really whiney.” Guess what. The baby that I was carrying at that time can be really whiney when she puts her mind to it. Sometimes I think she could contend for a gold medal in the Whiney Olympics. I’ve apologized to my sister on several occasions in hopes that my kids would become a little less whiney.

Here’s another example: I’m pretty careful about letting my kids go out to play. They have a lot of rules about how far they can go and what they can do. The minute I complain about neighbors letting their small children run loose all over the neighborhood without adult supervision my son gets lost on Halloween night and has to be brought home by a neighbor.

Another time, again pre-children, I made a rather self-righteous comment to my mother-in-law. She had bought some children’s movies for her kids and grandkids to watch when they came over. I had just read a study that said children who watch movies repeatedly had terrible imaginations. I looked at her movies, looked at her and said, “My children will never watch Disney movies because they are so bad for their imaginations.” I can’t remember her reply but she was gracious about it. I’m sure that inside she wanted to punch me in the head.

Imagine my chagrin a few years later when I asked to borrow her copy of “Peter Pan”, a movie that my children had become completely addicted to. I was so fried from mothering at that point I was willing to sacrifice their imaginations for a moment alone.

Finally, my father-in-law told me a story about how his youngest son got a hair wrapped around his toe as a baby and became extremely fussy. It took my father-in-law quite a while to figure out the source of his son’s pain. I remember telling my husband that my father-in-law sounded neglectful in that story.

Let’s fast forward a few years. I had a new baby boy that was the happiest little baby until one day he became extremely fussy. For the life of me I couldn’t figure out what was wrong with him. I took him to the doctor for a full examination but the doctor said my baby was healthy and he didn’t have any answers for me.

The next morning as I was changing his diaper my father-in-law’s story flashed in my head. I looked down at my little guy’s foot to find a long, blonde hair wrapped around his little toes. It was wrapped so tightly that his toes looked like little sausages that were about to burst. I quickly cut the hair and my son immediately relaxed and went back to being his sweet little self. I felt like a complete jerk!

There are many more examples of this in my history I’m sure. Fortunately for me my brain has suppressed most of them in an effort to shield me from facing my super dorkishness too often.

I’ve learned to keep my mouth shut (most of the time) because karma might be listening in. Oh I’m not as crazy as I sound. There’s no need to call anyone just yet. Wait until you see me wandering around with a tinfoil, thought-blocking hat on my head first.

Tell me, if you dare, when karma has reached out to bite you on the bum.

9 Comments »

  1. Glad to see you posting again, Kristen!

    My husband never really gets mad when our house or our car gets egged or whatever. (We used to live in a prime spot for this sort of activity.) He says it’s just karma for things that he did as a teenager.

    Comment by Susan M — April 24, 2006 @ 6:37 am

  2. Thanks Susan I’ve had a major case of writer’s block lately. Hopefully it will be gone for awhile.

    Comment by Kristen J — April 24, 2006 @ 7:47 am

  3. Kristen, it’s time to cut Geoff’s hair.

    Comment by Rusty — April 24, 2006 @ 8:27 am

  4. Welcome to my world, Kristen. Karma is my middle name.

    Comment by annegb — April 24, 2006 @ 9:06 am

  5. Maybe if I cut Geoff’s hair the bad karma will end. Do you think if I do that I’ll be able to find the sizes or items I’m looking for when I go in to a store? I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve it but everytime I shop for a certain item or size in something the store is always “fresh out” of that particular thing. I’m completely serious, it’s really bizarre.

    Comment by Kristen J — April 24, 2006 @ 9:23 am

  6. My SIL likes to remind me of a time I told her that my children would never throw a fit in a store. Ur . . . well, that sorta, ur, bit me on the butt.

    Comment by fMhLisa — April 24, 2006 @ 9:34 pm

  7. Ha! Ha! I love those store tempertantrum. What I really love is when people say, “Don’t you have your hands full” right in the middle of a tantrum. It makes me want to bite them on the butt!

    Comment by Kristen J — April 24, 2006 @ 9:52 pm

  8. This is like totallllly bizzzarrrr!

    I was over posting a response on the Mouring-With-Those-That-Mourn posting about my ex-bishop. His wife had told the ward that my son would have lived if he had been living right. Then a piece of luggage falls out of an over head bin in an airplane right on the biahop’s head. Severe brain damage! I wonder how she reconciles her husband’s injuries in her totally childish cause and effect view of the cosmos? What secret crime did her husband commit to deserve this punishment?

    Then again sometimes stuff just happens. It can be a real bummer sometimes living in a Telestial World.

    Comment by Floyd the Wonderdog — April 26, 2006 @ 5:52 am

  9. Hey Floyd, I guess you had already checked this post out! Weird!

    Comment by Kristen J — April 26, 2006 @ 7:57 am

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