Have you ever been told that you're just not doing it right? "IT" could be anything. They way you cook something, clean something, build something. We've somehow been led to believe that the way we do things here in Holmes County are the ONLY way to do something. I can't even count how many times someone told George he wasn't doing something right. I try to fathom in my mind why someone would feel led to tell a grown man something like that. Is it because he's doing it differently? Or just differently than WE are doing it? Maybe because he comes from another country he IS doing it differently. Wow -- I just answered my own question.
Let's take for example raising children. In Mexico, most kids do not have their own room. They share bedrooms and often times share beds. They think nothing of it. When Belle was little I would repeat the oft-used American saying of, "She just needs some alone time". I would say this when she was crabby or being disobedient and my husband would cringe. George would say, "No way, she needs to be here with us. Being alone just causes her to get her own way". Oh, the times we would argue about simple differences. I would argue up and down, and tell him that's just the way we do things here. I was so stupid. I argued a way of life that had never seen anything different introduced to it. I was self-righteous and puffed up. I didn't listen to anything he had to say. Our early years of marriage had much conflict because of this. I failed to realize the wealth of good ideas and ways that George had brought with him. I had simply thrown everything he said in the trash. Without George and I parenting together, our kids would be lost. The blending of our parenting styles is what works for us -- and it took me way too long to realize it. Because of this my kids have never been disrespectful to me, and God forbid they ever raise their voice a notch to George. Bedroom doors don't slam in this house.
It also has carried over into George's jobs. He is such an excellent painter. I would call him an artist, with the faux finishes he creates, the textures he slathers on, and the smooth line he finishes with. In the beginning though, people laughed at him because he did things differently than peoople here. What possesses or gives us the right to laugh at something done differently? Does the end result look as fabulous? Always. There are so many techniques in the world to receive an end result -- why should we be closed to them?