Don’t You Worry ‘Bout A Thing PrettyMama

As I have mentioned on more than on occasion, Andrew loves to send me messages through songs, A LOT! It’s one of his fav ways to talk to me. Well that, and through number sequences. Sometimes I’ll hear him directly, and other times he chooses to make me pay more attention, and music and numbers is his “medium” (hahaha get it? ;-)) of choice. What’s great about his methods is that in the end, after all is “said” and done, I feel like we have had a whole conversation. And what do I always say about that? That’s right! “It feels like the old days just in the new way!”

Tonight at work he gave me a message through a song, I guess one of the perks of having a son on the other side, everyday is take your son to work day. Now it wasn’t a song that meant anything to me mind you, just a song that was on the radio in the kitchen. I guess the manager on duty, that shall remain nameless, had the moldy oldies station on, not my fav in the least, even though the music is from my childhood. And unfortunately after I mention the song I will date myself.

I really wasn’t paying attention to the music since it wasn’t my cup of tea, but as I was leaving the dry storage area, for whatever reason, *wink wink* I heard the last verse of words to a song I had no interest in listening to. The words I heard out of the blue were, “Don’t you worry ’bout a thing Pretty Mama!” Well that stopped me in my tracks to say the least!

Over the weekend some things have come up that I have to deal with, where I was beginning to feel overwhelmed again. I have been wondering how the hell I am going to accomplish them and feeling a bit defeated yet again. So you know I took it to my High Counsel, Avatar Boy, and asking him yet again, WTF dude? A little help here, huh? What’s the point of having an Avatar son on the other side if I don’t get any perks? What’s all this grief crap been about then? I want answers dammit! I go into scorned, red headed Wise One, Mama Gene mode real quick when I feel overwhelmed and helpless. And that ain’t a pretty mode for me to be in at all!

When I heard those words over the speakers in dry storage, it brought a smile to my face, and I could feel my son’s energy surrounding me in a hug and letting me know, “I got this my PrettyMama! I got this!” I got the feeling that I really don’t have to worry ’bout a thing. That my Avatar son has indeed got this, and it will all be fine…if I stay out of the way with my worry and overwhelm. It’s like he doesn’t know me at all! But apparently that is my lesson I keep having to overcome. *sigh* Why can’t I get this lesson already dammit!?

While I have heard of the song, I was not familiar with who sang it or what it was called, it’s been decades since I’ve heard it. When I got home, Martin looked it up and found it for me. While I can’t find the version I heard on the radio, I did find the lyrics and of course they were profound to me. And here is the verse that struck me, the verse Andrew wanted me to hear:

“Don’t you worry ’bout a thing
Don’t you worry ’bout a thing, pretty mama
Cause I’ll be standing in the wings
When you check it out.
Don’t worry ’bout a thing.”

How cool is my son?! A. VERY!

I only heard the line, “Don’t you worry ’bout a thing PrettyMama.” Here is the full lyrics to the song, and while Andrew used the last verse to get my attention, it was the words to the whole song he wanted me to hear, he wanted me to feel, he wanted me to know, and I do, well for the moment anyway. Baby steps, at least it’s a start. :-)

“Don’t You Worry ‘Bout A Thing”

“Everybody’s got a thing
But some don’t know how to handle it
Always reachin’ out in vain
Accepting the things not worth having but

Don’t you worry ’bout a thing
Don’t you worry ’bout a thing, mama
Cause I’ll be standing on the side
When you check it out

They say your style of life’s a drag
And that you must go other places
But just don’t you feel too bad
When you get fooled by smiling faces but

Don’t you worry ’bout a thing
Don’t you worry ’bout a thing, mama
Cause I’ll be standing on the side
When you check it out…Yeah
When you get it off…your trip
Don’t you worry ’bout a thing…Yeah
Don’t you worry ’bout a thing…Yeah

Don’t you worry ’bout a thing
Don’t you worry ’bout a thing, mama
Cause I’ll be standing on the side
When you check it out…
When you get it off…your trip

Everybody needs a change
A chance to check out the new
But you’re the only one to see
The changes you take yourself through

Don’t you worry ’bout a thing
Don’t you worry ’bout a thing, pretty mama
Cause I’ll be standing in the wings
When you check it out

Don’t you worry ’bout a thing”

He’s a good son always watching after his PrettyMama, even when I am unaware of it. It’s just another opportunity for me to trust, surrender, and know that all is in Divine Order whether I see it or not. Maybe if I finally get that damn lesson the overwhelm will stop! Oh dare to dream! Regardless, I am glad to know that my Muck, my son, my teacher, my hero, my PureHeart, is always there to remind me, “Don’t you worry ’bout a thing PrettyMama!”

It’s All Good!