Everybody knows that all hillbillies eat is beans. Beans and eggs. Yup, that's what they eat on Christmas and so would we. What? You never heard of hillbillies eating beans and eggs for Christmas dinner? Where have you been?

I cooked up a mess of beans and fried some eggs. I did manage to somehow shape the beans by squishing them tightly together into a turkey shape. Well, my kids thought it looked like a turkey. That's all that mattered at that point. The fried eggs were the stuffing. My kids got away without having to choke on some veggies that day so that was a bonus for them. Yeehaw!! A meal without veggies! Hot diggity dog!

We all dug into that special fare and enjoyed every morsel. The kids were happier than pigs in poop and that made me even happier. It's all that a mother could ever want in life. I even took out my fine champagne glasses and we toasted Christmas with a fine vintage of strawberry Kool-Aid.

You know, when things start to get me down about my ability to be a good parent or when I'm having a really hard time providing for my kids, I just look back on that day. It gives me a shot in the arm and sends me on my way with new strength and solid resolve. I know that I can survive no matter what life dishes out for me. I already proved that I can handle it and stuff it right back. I am a Sweet damn it, and on top of that, I'm a woman. That's something that I will always be proud of That's something that I will instill in all of my kids and grandkids but especially the females of my family.