We have a close friend of our family, who everytime he drives by our cars while they are parked unattended loves writing in the dirt on our back windshield.
His window graffitti usually consists of a heart with his name in it. "Kris". Real gangsta style. It's a pain in the butt to clean it up, but I always smile when I see his window art.
The other day, I was driving the Jeep around town and there in my rear view mirror was my darling son and further back in the back, dusty window was "Kris" with a heart around it. It made me smile, as a matter of fact, it made me want to start doing the same thing.
I think maybe I took growing up too seriously. You know like a job.
I profess to write my name in dusty windows. I also profess to play in the rain. There will be other things that I think I will start doing, even though I'm a grownup.
While I worked at Southwest Airlines, they had a wonderful customer service saying.
"Take your job seriously, but never take yourself seriously" it was a smart way to portray the fun yet professional atmosphere they wanted it to be like.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Monday, August 9, 2010
It's a good thing... Right?
I received a text this morning from my daughter. It said simply, "I've decided... I'm never going to drink alcohol.. Not even just ONE."
My daughter - she's 13. She's a joyful, happy, witty, smart, strong beautiful girl. At times, she's years ahead of her age. Sometimes she acts exactly 13. :)
But when I received this text, my mind quickly fast forwarded to her at 16, 17 and 18 and she's driving and out with friends, and I suddenly felt RELIEF at not having to worry about her drinking with friends and driving, I imagine her (with her angel wings and halo - because she's so innocent, not dead) smiling and content, and all the while driving her drinking and partying friends around the streets of Hutch.
Again, I know she is only 13 and things change, but I also wonder if she will turn into those kids I went to college with who had never "partied", and when she gets out on her own and it's "Girls Gone Wild", because they had never gotten a taste of ornery before.
When I asked her what made her make this decision, her answer?
"My friend can't drink because of her diabetes, and I think its not a bad idea, plus I want to support her"
Either way, if she changes her mind or not. Her heart is in the right place and that makes this mom smile.
She knows she's not perfect, so do I. I remind her often that perfect is boring.
My daughter - she's 13. She's a joyful, happy, witty, smart, strong beautiful girl. At times, she's years ahead of her age. Sometimes she acts exactly 13. :)
But when I received this text, my mind quickly fast forwarded to her at 16, 17 and 18 and she's driving and out with friends, and I suddenly felt RELIEF at not having to worry about her drinking with friends and driving, I imagine her (with her angel wings and halo - because she's so innocent, not dead) smiling and content, and all the while driving her drinking and partying friends around the streets of Hutch.
Again, I know she is only 13 and things change, but I also wonder if she will turn into those kids I went to college with who had never "partied", and when she gets out on her own and it's "Girls Gone Wild", because they had never gotten a taste of ornery before.
When I asked her what made her make this decision, her answer?
"My friend can't drink because of her diabetes, and I think its not a bad idea, plus I want to support her"
Either way, if she changes her mind or not. Her heart is in the right place and that makes this mom smile.
She knows she's not perfect, so do I. I remind her often that perfect is boring.
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