Blessings: Fall is a
season of counting them, recognizing them, sharing them and being truly
thankful for them. Kids are back in
school, routine is mostly set, sporting events are being attended and plans to
spend time with family and friends are being made. Especially in the soc-med world, it’s very
easy to get caught up in one of two annoying modes during this crazy busy
season. One being; “Oh I am so blessed,
my life is amazing.” OR “Here of the
list of things that suck about my life, please pity me.” Both are annoying. I think the even less desirable is, “My life
is awful, but I am so blessed. Just call
me Saint Jane.” I think we have all
observed this- We then observe this
person be lifted up on to a pillar, an idol that can be “real”, admit all their
short comings, post pics of their messy house on all soc-med sites, or admit
their family ate cereal for dinner. Gag
me. Stop now. Really.
Because real in my world is grinning and bearing it. Sacrificing my wants, needs, hopes for the
greater good of my husband and children.
Sure, I complain- but I save those bitches for my bestie on our three
times a week phone counseling sessions. Blessings
for me is having those people in my life to make sacrifices for. Seriously.
I have come to close to losing it all.
This brings me to why the “My life is awful, but I am so
blessed” profile just irks me. While you
are complaining that your family got home late and ate cereal for dinner
because you were all together helping your husband do his life’s work. Someone is eating cereal by themselves,
trying to not notice the quiet in the house because they had to drop their
babies off at their father’s. While you
are fishing for pity for a medical procedure that you had done, there is
someone out there making due, not saying a word about their pain and
frustration. While you are “admitting
your shortcomings” only to have your mommy swoop in and save you, there are
countless moms out there doing it alone, whose mommy doesn’t come and save them, who don’t
complain so no one knows their struggle.
I am not asking people to be fake. That’s a whole ‘nother bitch session. I understand being “real” and how it helps us
all connect and feel better about where we are.
I do appreciate knowing that I am not the only mom that has a rough, not
so nice morning with my babies every once and a while. What I
am begging- is please, please please..be a little sensitive to others when you
are venting. Understand that you truly
are blessed in so many ways. Understand
that your tribulations are something I want to help you through. We are “friends”. It just makes it difficult to want to
encourage you when you post 14 posts every day and half of them are about
something negative. I think the answer
is for us to put our phones down every once and a while. Resist the urge to use soc-med as a
diary. Maybe even not read so much into
everyone’s posts, (finger pointing at me).
Lighten up a little. Make more
jokes of our short comings and frustrations.
Lord knows we don’t laugh enough.
I promise to not judge you and your whiny little spoiled
attitude so much if you promise not to share so much with the entire
world. TMI can apply to more than just
bathroom trips, bedroom shenanigans and awkward body stuff. If you want to tell the world about your crap
morning- let us hear it, but if your
every morning is crap, get a shrink. I
would de-friend you, but your kids are cute and every once and a while, I do
appreciate what you post.
Wow, I feel better- and a lot guilty.
Now to ground myself with God... cause that's the point of this blog. Daily happenings with a God view to pull it all in to perspective.
SO- First a verse for me:
“Judge not, and you will not be judged; condemn not, and you will not be condemned; forgive, and you will be forgiven; "And one for those of us who need to remember- we are all walking our own walk - and we need to let each of us do just that without worrying about what someone else has done or will do.
2 Corinthians 10:12
with some of those who are commending themselves. But when they measure themselves by one another and compare themselves with one another, they are without understanding.
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