I had something happen this morning that has stuck with me the whole rest of the day. I met some girlfriends at Starbucks and ended up having an unforeseen incident. There was a group of 6 ladies and two of us brought our little guys. Tate and his friend Cade were playing pretty quietly for two boys 3 and 4. Out of nowhere the lady behind us basically told Tate to stop staring at her and that he was a rude boy. I tried to explain to her calmly that he was only 3 years old and that I've never had someone be so rude to my children. She went on to tell me that I was a bad mother. Now, really....I know I'm not a bad mom. I'm not under any illusion that I'm the World's Best Mom either. So it didn't really hurt my feelings but did made me question myself. It also made me think of how I could have and should have handled the situation better. You know how you are faced with a situation unexpectedly and afterwards you wish you would have said something else or just let it go. When I was leaving I was imagining how my brother Jeff, who has wit beyond my comprehension, would have handled it and what kind of calm biting retort he would have handed her. Obviously this "lady" has problems of her own to be picking on 3 yr olds in coffee shops. I feel bad for her. But her comments has also left a bruise on my mind today. That's the way negative words hurt. They do their damage and last until they've healed, whether it was an accident or intentional. It's funny how criticism is always easier to accept than praise and is remembered far longer. It's important to choose our words carefully especially in our anger. But for now, I let it go....I pray for that woman that she receives peace and love, especially at this time of year.
I know that to covet is a sin....but I neeeed these boots by Fergie!
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