Don't Be A Hater (And Keep Your Cialis)

I'm losing my good humor rather quickly. I can't decide if I should write a strongly worded letter or buy a t-shirt my son likes: I got haters everywhere I go. I guess it would be best for me to follow my own advice.

Pick your battles.

I try to write about this and I hit a stumbling block everytime. An attempt a few days ago ended up with me deleting everything. Even now I'm seriously tempted to drop the whole thing. Not because I don't think the topic is worthy of my time, but because I think the topic should be talked about... not just read.

Have I mentioned that I'm a natural-born speaker? It's crazy, I know. Shy as a kid, not good with one-on-one conversations, but put me in front of a group of people with a working sound system and I'm all there. I'm available for ladies meetings, youth events, group therapy, etc., etc. etc. (And I'm only half kidding here. I've done everything except the group therapy. I won't go near that based simply on the fact that someone would eventually realize that I need to be in the circle, not directing it).

At any rate, I would love to get a group of adults together, particularly adults in positions of authority that work with young people, and point out one very obvious fact:

You don't help the children by talking about the children to other children.

I have seen this scenario repeated so many times in so many areas. Grown-ups trying to play the cool card with the kids they are responsible for. Any kid that has ever had me for a teacher will agree that they always heard these words from my lips: I am not here to be your friend. You have friends. I am here to teach you. Sometimes you're going to like me; most of the time you won't. That is okay. I always found this to be important because otherwise, it's too easy to get caught up in the popularity factor and find yourself competing with a bunch of young people. They have enough competition without insecure adults competing for attention as well. 

(And besides, some of those same kids who complained about how "unfair" and "uncool" you were will come back later in life thanking you for being tough with them... that, my friend, is when all the world rejoices and you get that warm, fuzzy feeling that no popular-club membership can compete with).

I'm sorry. Do you see why I've started and stopped this entry so many times? I just get frustrated when I see a kid confused because some misguided grown-up was sharing his/her unsolicited opinion (about this particular kid) to another classmate. And when other grown-ups look down their nose at my child because his hair is long? Well, I've already said a few things about that here and worked out my own issues. I'll just appreciate it when others do the same.

Yep, it's been one of those days. I'd complain about the cold, but then I might feel bad for rejoicing over the warm weather later. For now I think I'll go stir up some pancakes for dinner and wait for the show. I can't wait for one military man to hear what another military man said about his kid. I may not have to write that strongly worded letter after all.

And one side note: to the person spamming my inbox with the witty comments and free cialis offers? My husband and I are good in that department. Really good. Leave your nice comment, but take your free samples and move on.

I think I just found my humor again. =)