Sticks and stones may break my bones
but words will hurt forever. Today, we had a situation where someone spoke some really hurtful words to my daughter. I must confess, I was a mama grizzly for a while. No amount of pepper spray and bells would have stopped me, I assure you!!!
But, when all was said and done and I was calmed and confessed my anger – I was reminded how vitally important our words are, how powerful our words are and how easily we can wound with our words.
Silly words – careless words – what power they carry. Last night, I wielded words harshly with one of my children. But tonight, well, tonight, I excelled at thoughtless words. (Do what I say, NOT what I do, ok?!!)
My son jumped out of the van and left his little sisters to carry all the groceries in. (Now, “all” is a VERY relative term, ok? We’re talking 3 small bags – we had zero carrots, zero coffee (except for bat dropping kind), zero Ziplocs (not good on bagel day) and zero oranges. So, there you have it, my grocery list ….OH and an Ugli fruit that was on sale. (I’m sure this is vital information to you.) 😉 So, it’s not like they had a lot to carry in, it was just the attitude that he demonstrated.
The baby was sleeping in the van, so I was waiting with her, so we could take some needed items to a friend. While Jeff went in to get them, I called my son on the phone. “Honey, you left the girls to carry all the groceries in by themselves. You know better than that. You KNOW your job is to care for the women.” “Yes, I know, Mom, but Dad is so tired and you guys have that proofing job to do and I just wanted to gather the stuff you need to take to Warsaw, so he could get it and get back sooner, and I knew the bags were light, so I left them to serve Dad.” B.U.S.T.E.D. I was OH SO deflated. (And like HONEY was going to make things easier to swallow? Me thinks this t’were not the spoonful of “honey” that Poppin’ Mary was singing about.) 🙄
“Oh.” I said. “I’m SO sorry Son, I assumed the worst of you, will you please forgive me?” “Sure,” he said, “You’ve done that a lot recently and I’m getting really good at it.” It wasn’t said in anger – in fact, there was a tone of jocularity to his words, but I knew they weren’t all in fun. I was CRUSHED.
I spent time today being FURIOUS that someone would wound my daughter with their mouth and I was tearing down my own household, brick by brick with MY mouth. Sigh…. Guess my husband isn’t the only one in need of encouragement in this household. I’m thinking my son could use a good dose of it as well.