Thursday, October 16, 2014

Love Glasses

I'm in love with this little hamster and it's love glasses. Makes me laugh every time I see this and sometimes that's just what we all need!


Now, to be clear, luckily there haven't been haters in our life recently. I mean, if you don't count Caden's mood sometimes. In his defense he's two and it doesn't last but a few minutes...usually. I just think know opinions are everywhere, which can lead to haterism, and I think in all different areas of life we can say at one point or another we've experienced this. As a parent sharing the stories of parenthood, the good and bad; at work, learning how to handle a variety of situations and keep common ground; as a family member, or friend, trying to be supportive yet not being on the same page...etc., etc., etc.

Caden and baby-and maybe future babies-you will get opinions about what you have done or are doing from all different angles of life.
 
You also won't just be a victim of this, but a perpetrator as well. I would be lying if I said otherwise. It's so easy to judge what's outside your bubble of normal. It's so easy to say what we would or wouldn't do in a situation. It's so easy, until we are the ones in those shoes. Until we are the ones that are between a rock and a hard place. You have no idea, and probably can't imagine, the reality of what some people have been through or are going through. So before judging, throwing out your opinion, and being a hater, either think of all the what-if's and humble yourself, or just get a big glass of shut the heck up and realize you are no better. Whatever someone is going through, however they may be reacting to a situation, that could be you one day. Be thankful that it isn't you and be there for them because you just never know.
 
If I'm going to be honest, I'll tell you it's usually easy to wear those love glasses and brush off what people think/say. Sometimes the real challenge comes with the opposite; the reminding yourself to not be the hater. Unfortunately, it's easier to sit, judge, and complain. This is something I'm trying to be better about as a mom; it's easier to see the way other moms parent and judge when you think that isn't how you would handle the situation, or not the decision you would make. I see it as a married woman; it's easier to judge, or even at times envy, other marital situations. Even currently being pregnant; each woman handles pregnancy differently, each pregnancy is different, each doctor gives different advice, and Lord knows each pregnant lady has their different opinions on what you should or shouldn't do during each trimester, during birth, with your new baby, etc.
 
All selfish thoughts, selfish actions.
 
I hate feeling like I've let my selfishness get in the way throughout the day. Be it at work towards my co-workers, towards my family, towards my friends...I hate that when let my selfishness leak through, and some days-let's be honest-it just pours on out. When that happens I take any and all good credit away from God. No one can see God, His love, His mercy, through the fog of my selfishness. My haterism. Only Satan shines through during those moments, and one thing I feel strongly about is not letting that devil get the best of me. Darn it, he wins some daily moments, but I'll be sure I at least continue to make an effort to constantly fight. Asking for forgiveness, moving on, and trying to make a difference no matter how big or small the steps may be at times.
 
We are born haters, despite our best efforts, we are destined to fail. Luckily for us, God forgives us as quickly as my little toddler son does when I over-react towards a fit he's thrown...at six in the morning...after flipping over the lego table we made for him for his birthday for no.dang.reason.
 
Forgiveness is a blessing.

So, my sweet babies, my wish for you is that you stand strong in what you know and believe. Stand strong in God's promise. Don't be a hater. Put on those awesome heart glasses and be happy, be yourself, show others God's love and do your thing!

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