Good Grief!

I am a big people watcher and often I sit back and watch situations unfold, wondering what the heck some people are thinking. I never understood how two perfect strangers could be mean right off the bat to each other, i.e., upset customer screaming at a customer service rep on the phone, some one tailing you in the rain because your not driving fast enough, the patient that storms in late demanding to be instantly taken back or else its your head on a platter.... And so many more.

I bring up this topic because as a Mom it is my constant duty to raise my children up with good morals and ethics. Lately I have been trying to teach the kids what is nice, and what is mean. And relating that to their own feelings when some one is mean to them. 

What I am showing them is basically the "Golden Rule". Do unto others as you would have others do unto you... Or Matthew 7:12.

We all mimic each other... Experiment: go smile at some strangers and see how many do not smile back. It's hard.  But more often than not, people are more willing to share a scowl than a grin. I don't see the point. If we all would go back to the basics, remember the lessons taught early in life and be KIND to each other, things could be different. (I feel like I am on a soap box here....)

Anyways, this is a close and personal subject to my heart. I do not like seeing people being unnecessarily mean to other people... not that there necessarily is a time to be mean. Being mean is a choice, it takes a lot of effort, going out of your way, and just too much time! 

 It is much easier to take a gentler approach, and hopefully it would be sincere.

Let's just all be kind, and if you can't... at least take the high road.

Destroyer

What throws a temper tantrum, crosses her arms, slumps on the bed and exclaims "YOU DESTROYED MY WHOLE LIFE!"? No, I am not the mother to a teenage girl... she is THREE! Lord  help me.

Between the constant battle of her only wanting to wear a dress, pushing her brother, and just being set on go at all times, my biggest goal for her is to take the diva out of the equation. I do not want to squash the person she is growing up to be, but there has to be some restraint. For my son, age three was the worst, and shortly after his fourth birthday things just clicked into place. He became laid back, followed directions, and helped lead sister to do the right things. Granted she was two, and I don't care what all the books say, or that saying "terrible twos", two was a fabulous age. Three... that is what they don't tell you.

I am hoping as her fourth birthday is approaching that she too will mellow out a little... deep down, I doubt it! haha. In all seriousness, I love this spunky little girl, and I hope to nurture the spunk, humor and compassion that comes out of her, I just want the drama queen to take a hike!

Keep your fingers crossed, I have a count down on my calendar, 21 more days.