For about a yer or so, I wrote a little column for the local paper. "Y'all, but Seriously..." Just a fun ramble of my thoughts. Sometimes sharing stories of how I rationalize my mishaps into life lessons.
New owner and new editors, mean new (old) outlet for me. I don't know how many people read it, but on the rare occasion I get out of the house, I often run into people that tell me how much they enjoyed and miss it.
Ok. I'm not naïve enough to think I'm some great writer. And maybe they just enjoy reading it, to remind themselves there are real train wrecks out there that don't mind showing the world their freak flag. That'd be me.
Regardless, there are a few that claim to enjoy it. And I enjoy writing it.
I am going to publish those articles here, and hope to write a few new ones.
They may not be published in order of printing, and they may have added or deleted thoughts, depending on my mood and time! Total randomness, like the person that is I. Or Me. Whatever the grammatically correct sentence should say.
So, to kick off my re-kicked off blog ….
"KIND TO FAMILY"
I must have been about 17. I had my driver’s license, which
made me my mother’s “taxi and errand” service. I can’t remember why, but my sis
and I had been in some sort of a tiff. Momma sent us to town for some
groceries. Sister was my very, unenthusiastic assistant.
As we got into town, we came up to a man trying to cross the
road. I slowed down, smiled and waved him across. He waved his thank you, and we
were back on my way to the store.
Sister turned her head, glared right at me and said, “I
don’t know why you are trying to be nice. You are FAR from it!”
You had to be there to hear it in her voice to get the full
effect. We were mad as hornets then, but laughed about her weak effort at
hatefulness for years since.
I was thinking about her today, like most, and that memory
popped up. I got to pondering something.
We should always be kind to strangers, right? Why do we
disregard that rule when it comes to family? Why is it ok to treat the ones we
love the most with less respect than we do a total stranger?
I would have never considered raising my voice to a teacher.
I’ve never disrespected a supervisor. As a matter of fact, I’ve had very few
cross words with anyone. Notice, I did say “few, and not “none.”
We all get irritated at strangers, at acquaintances and most
certainly at teachers, bosses, and co-workers. But never, or very rarely, do we
treat and speak to any of those people the way we do to our family when we are
mad.
We’ve all been in the middle of a parent/child showdown when
the phone rings. The screech of, “I said pick it up!!” is quickly replace with
a sweet melodious, “Hello. Yes. This is she.”
I don’t know how it is for you, but in our house, children
fight. Parents get irritated. Spouses argue. That’s life. We get mad. We get
over it. But in our anger sometimes things are said that can’t be forgotten.
Is it true, familiarity breeds contempt?
Maybe not. Maybe contempt is born from a lack of respect for
each other. If our home is our castle, we want to be treated as kings and queens.
But we mustn’t forget to be as forthcoming with nurturing and kindness to the
rest of our royal court. And we should remember, the words we choose can be
forgiven, but not unheard.
Y'all, but seriously...“Lord keep your arm around my shoulder, and your hand over
my mouth.” But when my hubby gets peanut shells all over the couch, or he
“sprinkles when he tinkles”, well, Katie, bar the door! I don’t mind sharing my
thoughts.
These are the people we love. The people that love us. Keep
spreading those kindness seeds all over the countryside. It’s the right way to
be. But save the best to plant in your own yard. After all, they are the ones
who truly share your excitement to see them bloom!