I do. More often than I care to admit to anyone. The baby dills are still adjusting to their new schools. It's been a bumpy go.
Olive, who normally has a billion friends, plus one, came to me and said she didn't have any friends at school. Then she got dressed and asked if she looked okay. She was just wearing some jean shorts and a t-shirt.It wasn't like her to be less than confident in her choice of ensemble, she who put together her turquoise Mexican dress and polka-dot leg warmers for her first day to her new school. I told her she looked fine.
She said that there was a boy at school that made fun of what she wore. It hurt my heart. I could almost see a tangible cloud of doubt in her mind.
I told her that she couldn't go through life trying to please everyone. That would just wear her out and there was no possible way to do it anyway. There will always be a naysayer, which is usually more self-reflective than anything. As much as we'd all like to control those around us, we can't, and we shouldn't. We have to try to be good and kind to those around us, but be true to who we are. Cliché and all.
It was like a knock on my head. Why. What great advice you're offering. You should partake, while you're at it.
It's exhausting enough to attempt to feed and please 8 mouths who all differ in palates, let alone please everyone whose lives might intersect mine.
So, I have decided to allow the opinions and the naysayers to be weighed and dropped, if need be. I know constructive criticism is sometimes good and needed, but we need to take feedback, use it, and then let it wash away. In work, in church, at home, on blogs. All of it.
Ryan wondered aloud if Drummer was the only one worthy of my blog and instagram posts these days. While a boy in striped clothes on random stoops is appealing, I love all these mugs equally.
Thank you for your patience with this inconsistant blog until our new abode welcomes us.
Until then, be true to yourself. I'm trying. Always.