The other day I was rushing like crazy. I'd been traveling so we didn't have groceries, I needed to get my hair done, get groceries from two different stores, go to Target, meet a girlfriend for a brunch drink, and get my truck washed.
But not until AFTER I got a tired fixed on my truck.
AND...we had tickets to the theatre for 3:00pm and The Robinator wanted to leave by 1:30pm.
JOY.
I was determined to get it all done so I got up super early and made the tire thing happen decided that a bun would be fine for the hair and rushed to the first grocery store. As I'm rushing with my basket, a little old lady got in my path and I got blocked behind her. I automatically stopped, put my elbows on the handle of the basket and slowed it all the way down. She looked behind her, knowing she was wrecking the flow and tried to shuffle quicker.
Her: Oooh, I'm sorry!
Me: No problem ma'am. I'm fine. Take your time.
And she took her time while I was trapped behind her even though she was really trying to get out of my way and I was in a crazy azz rush to get everything done that I needed to get done.
And the rest of the world buzzed about us as she shuffled along and I looked for a way around her without calling too much attention to my needing to get on with my shopping because I didn't want her to feel any more of some kinda way that she probably felt.
My husband is a big dude. Tall and kinda broad. The day my Golden Boy was born he was scared to touch him. The next day, he was still scared. The next day...Myles was placed in his arms. I watched his entire body soften automatically. His voice immediately came down so as not to startle little ears. He adjusted without even thinking about it. This is how you are with a baby. Gentle.
When a kid talks to me, I stop. I generally get down to their eye level and try to listen to what they have to say and try to be engaging in the conversation. My tone instantly changes to nice lady, even if a second before, I wanted to light into someone's behind.
I adjust without even thinking about it. I mean...your natural instinct should be to protect the vulnerable right? Even if you're in a hurry. Even if you have something major to do...the delay isn't going to kill you. The impact on the child's feelings will be great right? The impact on the little old lady will be a good thing right?
I was having lunch with framily. Our bill was like...$40. I paid the bill, framily left the tip. Framily left $100 bill. When I questioned it, framily told me that the young man who was helping us had a hole in his shoe. I didn't notice that.
Framily did.
Framily: A dude his age cares about holes in his shoes. If he's wearing them, it's because he has to.
I have a neighbor who doesn't have children. The neighbor bought these awesome signs that say, "DRIVE SLOW, CHILDREN AT PLAY" because they got sick and tired of seeing jerks drive fast in our neighborhood knowing the kids are running and playing in and around the park. My next door neighbor sat and waited on this one guy to pass by one evening and stood out in the middle of the street so he could tell dude to slow the hell down before he hit a kid. He doesn't have any children at home either. Just wants people to THINK about the neighborhood kids and their safety.
This post is just a ramble, of course, I just wanted to say something about the good of people and that the natural instinct should always be to be protective of those who are vulnerable.
That's all.
Hope you're having a lovely day. Sorry the blog has been so sporadic lately.
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