Letter from a Mother to a Daughter:

Someone I know posted this on Facebook and it reminds me of the selfless service of both my Grandmother's to our loved ones. I Love you Momma Kay and Ma Ma! (and you too Mom!)
 

Letter from a Mother to a Daughter: "My dear girl, the day you see I’m getting ...old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through. If when we talk, I repeat the same thing a thousand times, don’t interrupt to say: “You said the same thing a minute ago”... Just listen, please. Try to remember the times when you were little and I would read the same story night after night until you would fall asleep. When I don’t want to take a bath, don’t be mad and don’t embarrass me. Remember when I had to run after you making excuses and trying to get you to take a shower when you were just a girl? When you see how ignorant I am when it comes to new technology, give me the time to learn and don’t look at me that way... remember, honey, I patiently taught you how to do many things like eating appropriately, getting dressed, combing your hair and dealing with life’s issues every day... the day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through. If I occasionaly lose track of what we’re talking about, give me the time to remember, and if I can’t, don’t be nervous, impatient or arrogant. Just know in your heart that the most important thing for me is to be with you. And when my old, tired legs don’t let me move as quickly as before, give me your hand the same way that I offered mine to you when you first walked. When those days come, don’t feel sad... just be with me, and understand me while I get to the end of my life with love. I’ll cherish and thank you for the gift of time and joy we shared. With a big smile and the huge love I’ve always had for you, I just want to say, I love you... my darling daughter. "

Happy Mother's Day!

A practice in self-control

I went to the store the other day to purchase something from a friends Bridal Registry. It was exciting to me as I was thinking about knowing the groom since he was little and playing baseball with my brother, and now he was getting to take this huge step in adulthood. I walk into the popular local establishment and walk to the back room where I know all the Registries are displayed where I encountered an employee. She asks if she can assist me finding the registry and I give her the name. 

She then directs my attention to it, looks at me and says in a nasally voice "Well, all the cheap stuff is already gone." and continues to check out my outfit. I do a mental gasp and actually forced myself to take a deep breath. I take the high road saying "Thank you" and then start looking at the beautiful home furnishings that were displayed. The employee then says; "Well, there's nothing under $30." So at this point I am looking myself over asking myself if I look like someone that can't afford paying over thirty dollars. I take the high road again and try not to let her under my skin, "thank you" I say again and ask for the list of gifts as it wasn't on the table. 

As she goes to retrieve it I look at the items on the table and have the burning urge to buy every last item just to shove it in this girls face! OH if I had the money I would have. It made me think back to the movie Pretty Women, when Vivian goes to the clothing store and comes back saying that they were mean to her, and she goes back and makes them feel stupid. Anyway, I don't have a billion dollars. I purchase something in the exact price point that I was expecting to spend and bought a beautiful lantern to complete a set that I saw others had bought the two smaller lanterns. I always do that when I go to a registry, it's my plan and rounds out what my fellow buyers have already purchased for the couple/or baby shower if that be the case. 

Maybe I should have reported the snarky girl, maybe she was just having a bad day...but I am the only one that can control my reaction to the people around me. So that day it was the High Road.