Wynonna Judd is speaking out after fans shared their worries about her health on Wednesday night.
Judd, 59, and Jelly Roll, 38, performed together to open the CMA Awards with Jelly Roll’s song “Need a Favor.” During their performance, Judd was seen holding onto Jelly Roll, which made many fans concerned about how she was feeling.
After the show, Judd posted a video on her social media to talk to her fans about their concerns.
She captioned her video with, “Don’t read the comments,” referring to the worried messages from fans.
In the short clip, Judd admits she read the comments before stating “I’m just gonna come clean with y’all.”
“I was so freaking nervous.”
When Jelly Roll asked Wynonna Judd to open the show with him, she was thrilled but also very nervous.
“I got out there and I was so nervous that I just held on for dear life. And that’s the bottom line,” Judd said.
After her performance, she talked to Entertainment Tonight (ET) about why she decided to join Jelly Roll on stage.
“I have to show up for people like people did for me,” Judd told ET. “That’s my job now, to pass it on. People have been so generous with me, and now it’s my turn to be generous with people like Jelly Roll.”
You can watch their beautiful performance in the video below:
We’re glad to hear that Wynonna Judd is okay. She’s had a tough couple of years.
Let’s hope that her 2024 is better than the previous years.
I’m a mom to a 9-year-old boy, and let me tell you, the mess in his room has been driving me up the wall!
The chaos in my son, Leo’s, room was legendary. Toys lay strewn across the floor like fallen leaves, clothes were draped over every available surface, and a mountain of dirty laundry threatened to engulf his bed. I’d nagged, I’d pleaded, I’d even resorted to threats, but nothing seemed to penetrate the fog of his youthful disorganization.
Then, my in-laws arrived for a barbecue. As the aroma of grilling burgers filled the air, I vented my frustrations to my mother-in-law, lamenting the eternal struggle against the tyranny of childhood clutter.
She listened patiently, a twinkle in her eye. “Oh, don’t worry, dear,” she said, “I’ll get him to clean it up.”
I raised an eyebrow, skeptical. “How, exactly?”
She simply smiled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “You’ll see.”
And see, I did. My mother-in-law, with the grace of a seasoned magician, approached Leo, who was currently engrossed in a video game. She whispered something in his ear, her voice a low, conspiratorial murmur.
Leo, initially resistant, suddenly sprang to his feet, a look of excitement replacing his usual indifference. He bolted upstairs, a whirlwind of energy, leaving a trail of discarded toys in his wake.
Within an hour, a miracle had occurred. Leo’s room was transformed. Toys were neatly tucked away in bins, clothes were folded and placed in drawers, and the mountain of laundry had miraculously vanished. Even the dreaded “Lego death trap” lurking under the bed was miraculously cleared.
Astonished, I turned to my mother-in-law. “What did you say to him?” I demanded, my curiosity piqued.
She chuckled, her eyes twinkling. “Oh, I simply told him I had hidden a hundred dollars somewhere in his room. He had to find it before he could have any dessert.”
My jaw dropped. “You bribed him?”
“Of course,” she replied, “A little incentive never hurt anyone.”
And there it was. The secret to conquering the chaos of childhood: a little bit of bribery and a whole lot of grandma magic.
From that day on, I adopted my mother-in-law’s strategy. A misplaced toy? “I hear the tooth fairy is looking for a hiding spot for some extra special coins…” A forgotten chore? “I wonder where I put those extra movie tickets I was saving for you…”
Leo, initially skeptical, quickly learned the game. He became a cleaning machine, his room miraculously transforming into a haven of order and cleanliness whenever the “treasure hunt” was announced.
And while some might argue that bribery is not the most ethical parenting technique, I couldn’t help but admire my mother-in-law’s ingenuity. After all, in the battle against childhood clutter, a little bit of strategic maneuvering never hurt anyone.
Besides, who am I to argue with results? Leo’s room was cleaner than it had ever been, and I was finally enjoying a moment of peace and quiet. And that, I realized, was priceless.
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