Tuesday, October 30, 2018
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Monday, October 8, 2018
Home: First Floor Update Plan
Saturday, October 6, 2018
Happy Shame
I’m writing this post from my POS hand me down phone, on our way home from Naples, FL. Somehow, Anthony and I were able to make a quick getaway happen. We had the best time together. I mean, we always do, but it’s nice to step away from “real life” and have our biggest concern be if we should try to shovel more food in our faces for the day. The answer was always yes on this trip, by the way.
In the airport, on our way down, we sat beside a nice woman and her adult son. We started chit chatting, and of course, we talked about Lyla. Because, obsessed. The woman mentioned her 5 year old granddaughter/niece to her son, that was traveling with her. Quickly the conversation started steering toward a trend that I’m not vibing on. It seemed that in talking about this young girl, there was a shame in praising her. It was a lot of “well she’s sassy..,” and “she’s so bossy!” You get the idea. There was also some “oh your daughter is 2? Hello, terrible twos!” Actually so far, so good. We’ve heard that age 3 is the real doozy, anyway. Get with it, Joanne. Or Sharon. Or whatever. She really was sweet, though.
Maybe it’s because I don’t know how Lyla’s health will fare in the future, or that she might be our only child, but this kind of talk irritates me. I think that it’s really unnecessary. In talking about children, it’s especially irritating and possibly damaging, but we all do it, over everything. Think about it. I do it, too. If someone compliments a shirt that I’m wearing, I’m really quick to say something like “it’s just from Target.” You know what, Luce? What’s so bad about Target? I could stand to step it up in the fixing-up game, as it is. I digress. That’s another post for another day, to be filed under: how do stay at home moms manage to look cute? I don’t know the answer, by the way.
I was out with friends a few weeks ago, and of course, going on about how much fun Lyla is, how good her health has been, etc. Someone piped in that we need to have another baby to take the focus off of our daughter. Umm, what. This actually snowballed into a conversation about how complicated it is for us to expand our family. Not impossible, but complicated. In addition to dwelling on that fact (Fun! Great! Easy! Cool!), I couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that because I was verbally praising my 2 year old, some might see her as being on a pedestal. You know what? She probably is. Who cares?! She’s still a baby in some ways. A happy one at that. I assure you, when she does typical toddler naughty things, we correct her. We tell her no. We donate stuff that she doesn’t use, to kids who really do need it. We’re raising her on a very even playing field. That said, why is it frowned upon to speak glowingly of a loved one, especially my child.
I notice that a lot of couples do this, as well. Honestly, Anthony and I are guilty of it
“How’s Anthony?”
“He’s great..if I can get him to take the garbage out roflmao” *pause for fake laughter*
That’s hypothetical, by the way. He’s really good about doing things around the house. Maybe I’m afraid that it will seem like I’m bragging, if I simply say “he’s great!” end of story. Because he is great.
It would be nice if we could all make a conscious decision to try to not feel embarrassed, if things are going well. Obviously, for me, talking positively about Lyla without shame, is a piece of cake. I probably need to work on everything else. Especially if said little girl hears what I’m saying.
As someone who has had her share of hard things happen, I’m choosing to bask in the good while I can. Until life isn’t so easy again, for however long, because that’s how it all goes. Let’s just own the good!