What I love about you

 

 

 

I love the way you kiss me before work in the morning and leave traces of Carmex (menthol lip balm) on my lips that tingles after you leave.

I love the way you never give up on tough situations and what every one else sees as stubborn, I see as the mark of someone successful.

I love the way you put your family first, the way you love your mother, the way you treat your sisters.

I love the way you shrug off illness, no matter how bad you feel, you perform to your utmost.  Failure is not an option for you.

I love the way you speak your mind and are not intimidated by someone who thinks they are better than you, just by virtue of their life experiences.

I love the way you pout, but still don’t give up on things you think you can’t fix.

I love the way you act tough, but around me, you always give in, because you love me, and I fill something in you.

I love YOU.

Have You Ever been there?

In some sort of situation, either public or private, where you really wanted to tell someone EXACTLY to the letter what you were thinking?

But in that moment…. I don’t know.  You don’t “chicken out” but something polite and reminiscent of your good home training tells you that you musn’t, or you have too much consideration for mankind to do this. (aka- you might hurt someone’s feelings?)

I am soft spoken.  I have been since childhood.  I had a very repressed and disfunctional childhood, so it took me quite a while to find a balance between door mat and obnoxious, fool.

I am still soft spoken and sensitive.  But I still HATE when others  say exactly what’s on their mind to you, (usually involving cursing you, backstabbing you and generalized posturizing)  these kind of persons prolly were known as the school bullies way back when.  Or maybe just get their kicks from seeing you quiet and non-confronting.

Young children usually have an embedded sense of stark honesty in them. I wish I had that.  i mean I wish adults could have that with no fear of any retribution.

Not saying I want to go around saying “Hey, fcuk YOU, buddy!”  but you know,  just want to for once say:  “you are annoying the crap out me”  or  “why did you say that to me, you must think I am so weak, I won’t be offended and kick yo azzz!”

 

Why am I analyzing this you say?  Well, tommorrow, A&A are going to a new school and little “A” was kinda bullied in the other school A LOT.  I have read the parent reviews of this new school here, and OMG, 7 out of 10 of the posters had horrible things to say about the lady principal!!! 

Well, you know I figured one or two bad reviews okay, but….. This many bad reviews and guess what?  They all have to do with the principal being domineering, doing nothing about bullying, being a jerk, etc….  A real horror story.

Well, ummmm. Let’s hope nothing like that comes to light.  People tend to take my kind voice for a weakness.  i let a LOT of stuff slide.  I bring a LOT of stuff to God to give my anger to him.  But on the side I always felt that some side of Mean, Anal, Pushy  People get to go scott free!

This is a hard thing to teach my kid.