If you know anything about me, it’s that I am plugged into social media all the time. If you’ve seen a meme or news story, there’s a good chance I’ve already seen it. Some of that is because I have a smartphone that allows me to check social media and news sites all day long (think of all the wait time there is in a day). Mostly it’s because not only am I very curious but I’m also easily distracted. (Think Squirrel! and you have me at about half intensity. Just ask Mister Soandso.) You also know that I sometimes use profanity. Today is one of those times. Proceed with caution, yo.
In all my bike rides, I’ve never had a flat tire, but I had so many in my first car (a ’73 Opal Manta) that I got so I could change a flat in 8 minutes. So this post isn’t about literal flat tires. Today at least. I’m talking about those proverbial flat tires we all get along the way.
Here we are, traveling about life’s journey, hopefully enjoying a lovely view and then it happens. Something punctures our tire and there we sit. Unable to move forward.
Today I give thanks to the many folks who’ve come to my aid, patching my flats.
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.
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.