Hello Thursday! Meet my blog group, comprised of a fantastic group of ladies who will dazzle you with insight on various topics. After reading my post, check out their blogs as well. Just click on:
Froggie (Tracey): One frog’s distinct voice on the world around her.
Merry Land Girl (Melissa): Tales of a suburban mom who likes to talk about pop culture, books, Judaism, family, friendship and anything else that comes to mind.
Good Vibrations (Jeanette): One woman’s view on love, life, and everything in between.
I mentioned this a couple of weeks ago, but we have a new addition to the blog group. Please give a warm welcome to Jeanette, over at Good Vibrations. She’s my BFF and has an insightful perspective on life. Be sure to check out what she has to say, along with the rest of my crew!
For this week’s topic, Tracey chose: Write a thank you note to someone who would least expect it.
Well, I have to cheat, but only a little. Today is my anniversary, and I would be remiss if I didn’t give thanks to my husband, who is an incredible man. He’s smart, sweet, and puts up with me (even when I’m being a huge pain in the ass). His sense of humor is to die for, and even when the chips are down, he pulls out a joke or two that breaks the ice. He supports my endeavors, and is totally cool with the writing bug that’s burrowed under my skin. Thank you baby, for being as awesome as you are. Here’s to many more years of laughter, silliness and pure love.
Dear Evil Stepmother,
How are you? It’s been a long time. I don’t often think about you, but there are moments. When my sons irritate me and push me beyond my parental capabilities, thoughts of you might creep in. I’m reminded of the way you handled me when you were angry, and I don’t ever want to repeat that behavior or pattern with my own children. I’ve known since childhood that I’d strive to be a better parent, and to do the opposite of what you had shown me.
Don’t get me wrong. You made me tough, and durable. I’m a survivor. Now that I’m all grown up, I can better understand why you regarded me the way you did. It was the way you were raised. You grew up mistreated, so it’s natural to do what you were taught. It’s why I’m able to forgive you, but I will never forget it. I can’t forget it. Forgetting it would mean allowing it to be a part of my own life, and my children’s, and I forbid it. I’ve broken the cycle. I am going to make my boys tough and durable by raising them to be independent, strong, and loving men. They’ll know that respect is a two-way street, meant to be earned, not feared.
In your own way, you’ve shown me how to be a good mother and parent, and I thank you for that.