Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Snapshot of my week:
~ fetch kids from various practices
~ attempt to make a supper that falls far below my standards
~ tell myself it's okay to have tuna melts, again, for supper
~ sit and listen to a girl who just wants to be back to normal
~ share tissues, tears, and good convo in the purple room with aforementioned girl
~ marvel at boy who has managed to sell $500 in Hiland soccer paraphernalia
~ get suckered into buying a more expensive Hiland soccer shirt by said boy
~ realize after handing over check he could sell dirt if he wanted to
~ drink coffee
~ buy half & half for the second time in 3 days
~ make mental note to cut down on the coffee
~ brew more coffee
~ watch girl hold back tears as she comes home and tells me the soccer bus left without her to their Triway game
~ try to figure out what happened and know only that they thought everyone was there and must have left early because she was there right at 5:15
~ pull weeds, trim out of control bushes that I don't remember planting
~ try to wrap my head around the fact that they never even texted to see if Selena was coming
~ remember: assuming makes an "ass" out of "u" and "me"
~ remind myself not to use "ass" on my blog anymore
~ tell myself it's finally Wednesday and I'm off until next Tuesday!
~ talk to child in Florida and make sure she makes it home safe after babysitting
~ remind myself she is almost 21 and it's safe to bike to her apartment at night
~ thank Jesus for my family
~ look at George and still get that fluttery feeling after 23 years
~ make him a cup of coffee that's extra sweet
~ remind myself that these days are precious and few and not lose them to anger
~ even though I love this new laptop to death, remind myself I still need to get lost in a book
"Tell me, what is it that you will do with this one wild and precious life?" ~ Mary Oliver
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Below is my latest blog on the Holmes Bargain Hunter . It's something poured from the core of my heart -- so basically I've left my heart for all to view. I guess that's nothing new from me!
“No one is too big to be courteous, but some are too little."
I’ve come to believe that life is full of surprises. Like Forrest Gump once said, “Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you’re gonna get.” Wise words, Forrest.
Simple things in life make me happy. Hearing my children laugh with one another, standing in warm tropical waters with my husband, or a good meal seasoned with humor and love. It doesn’t take a lot to make me happy.
I also know what it takes to make my family happy. Hot meals, soft fluffy towels straight out of the dryer, knowing when to dole out a hug and knowing when not to. Our lives are lived with a healthy dousing of silliness, and an even bigger amount of respect and courtesy.
Cour-te-sy: a courteous, respectful, or considerate act or expression.
In our family, living without courtesy would be like living in a zoo. No one would care what anyone else thought. A small courtesy is picking up a pair of dirty socks, or pouring a cup of coffee just the way your other half likes it. Because they are my kids, I shuttle them here and there. Soccer practice, to a friend’s house, out to Walmart at 10 p.m. because they forgot something they just have to have for school tomorrow.
These are all courtesies I perform everyday.
Am I to expect the same courtesy once I leave my own home? Once I step off my front porch am I fair game to the world? We are to treat our own neighbors as ourselves, and I think that applies to the world. Without civility, we lose ourselves.
I struggle with whether the expectations we put on our families are to be put to the people that live around us and in the world.
We expect civility. We expect common courtesy. We expect that others will treat us the way we have always treated them. Is this too much to ask? If the courtesy isn’t returned, do we lose our cool in disbelief? Unfortunately, sometimes we do.
Life is full of surprises. People we think are one way turn out to be another way. A way we treat someone for years is the way we expect to be treated. Sometimes we get burned in this process. The mistake may lie in believing everyone else has the same inherent beliefs we do. It’s a big mistake.
Because someone attends the same church we do, or goes to the same sporting events we do, or simply is someone we’ve had a kind hello with in passing – this doesn’t mean they believe in the same courtesies we do.
My husband tells me I’m naive sometimes. I like to believe that in everyone lies goodness. I’m the “everyone-really-is-a-good-person” kind of person. Sometimes we find out the hard way that they aren’t. Does this mean I should lower my expectations of people? I don’t believe so, but I’m losing heart fast.
“Do unto others as you would have others do unto you.”
I cling to this verse, but believe others have lost sight of it. My glass-half-full mentality is almost on empty. Betting on others goodness and courtesy is something I want to do – but until my bruised heart heals, is something that won’t come easy.