I have a really great life.
Most of the time.
Yesterday being a shining example of crapsville. I went to bed Saturday night, like any normal night, except a bit of an upset stomach. I woke up in the morning nauseated, and then it got worse hourly. I was sick exactly as a dog. Which is pretty sick. Down and OUT. Much vomiting and other stuff, too.
And here’s a funny thing. Most of the time I’m thinking my kids should be more thoughtful, more considerate, more respectful, more helpful, more ALL THE GOOD THINGS. And then I get sick, and they are all the good things. Oh, sure, it’s only for a twenty-four-hour period, but it’s something. Really, truly something.
Maybe I have to spend less time wishing my kids were something other than they are. Maybe they deserved to be judged in their shining moments, and not in their lack. Maybe I have to spend less time wishing I were something better than I am. And judge me in my shining moments and not in my lack.
Maybe, as a whole stinking culture we just have to learn how to stop judging ourselves and others, seeing the shortcomings, looking for all the holes that need plastering up. Maybe, just maybe, we can be open to the good. We can go overboard looking for the good. We can go WILD looking for the good in ourselves and others.
And our kids. And especially our kids.