Ten Minute Missive

When I found out I was pregnant with Biggest, I worried about no fewer than eleventy billion things from the moment I peed on that stick until, well I still worry almost as much. To parent is to be vulnerable because when we love, really love, we are oh, so vulnerable. And now that Biggest is 11, I feel just as vulnerable because he still is.

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When I was a child my mother taught me many things. How to distinguish the weeds from the vegetables. How to make gravy without lumps. How to embroider. But her greatest lessons were: “if you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all” as well as “treat others the way you want them to treat you.” In doing so, my mother taught me to respect others.

I wish more people had had my mother to teach them. Because every day I read story after story about people who cannot keep their hate-filled comments to themselves. It has become “okay” to be mean-spirited and sit in judgement of others. It is becoming normal to be disrespectful.

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