When Mommy Celebrates 4/20


As a suburban Christian mother of two boys, I was very skeptical of the *ahem* traditions on 4/20. With a little coaxing from my husband, I decided to give marijuana a go this April 20.

My family and I live in Corpus Christi, Texas, about 3 hours from the Mexican border. Luckily for my husband and I, one of his coworkers brought in the good stuff from Mexico for us to try.

As a staff writer, my hours are fairly flexible. I went into work as usual this morning, and came home around 4:00. Not wanting to be a bad influence on our boys, my husband and I had to get them out of the house. I let them go to our next-door neighbors’ house for a playdate while we were getting ready for the main event.

With the kids gone and my husband home from work, my husband took out about 3.5 grams, or an “eighth” of marijuana. We ground it up, packed a pipe, and at 4:20 PM I smoked marijuana for the first time.

At first, I was skeptical of what I had done. Have I betrayed my fellow Christians by committing a sin?

Once the marijuana kicked in, I was no longer feeling sinful. As a result of aging, my arthritis has been acting up recently. Marijuana seemed to relieve that pain in a way no OTC or prescription painkiller ever had before. For the first time in 3 years, I was pain-free and at peace with myself.

I normally start cooking dinner around 5-5:30 PM, but at that point I was too high to even do anything productive. My husband fell asleep on the couch, so I decided to stay in and order pizza.

Normally I try to go easy on the calories to keep my waistline nice and trim, but I was hungry. You’d think I had a family of 8 by the way I ordered that evening.

When the pizza came, my husband finally woke up. We immediately devoured two large pizzas, two orders of garlic knots, and four calzones.

Then we realized — what’s left for the kids? Can I even trust my husband – or myself, for that matter – to not devour anything in sight? I called the neighbors and asked them if the boys could stay for dinner, carefully skirting around the fact that I was stoned out of my mind. Sean and I were “working overtime” and didn’t have time to cook.

After getting off the phone, I took a nice long nap and woke up to both of the boys tucked into bed. 4/20 allowed my husband and I to be free spirits once again, at the expense of my wallet and waistline. Everyone in the Christian community who’s so vehemently against marijuana clearly hasn’t tried it. If we all sinned every once in a while and smoked a bowl or two, I genuinely believe people would be nicer to each other. Besides, isn’t that what Jesus really wanted?