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Dear Ex...

Apparently, there is some confusion about the text I sent you last week, so allow me to clear that up.

I said "happy birthday."

Because it was your birthday.

Much like it was my birthday last month, when you texted me happy birthday. Remember how I responded? I said "thanks!"

I didn't say we should go get a drink. I didn't say that I missed you. I didn't take your birthday greeting as an invitation of any kind...I didn't read anything into it. For some reason, though, when I texted "happy birthday," I'm pretty sure you somehow registered that as "we should hook up soon." Is this some rare form of dyslexia? I mean, it would have to be, seeing as how you know I've been seeing someone for quite awhile...

Tell you what. If you really need to find a hidden meaning in my message, let me help you out. "Happy birthday" may also be taken as "I don't hate that you exist." This in addition to my sincere wish that your day is pleasant.

You're welcome.

Aretha was onto something....

If you only surround yourself with people who are just like you, I hate to tell you this, but not only will your life be much less interesting, your personal growth will be limited as well...on the other hand, being able to embrace and respect people who are different from you requires an open mind and a big heart. I was reminded today that not everyone has the capacity for that...

One of my dearest friends is the original wild-eyed, feminist, artsy, organic, liberal, barefoot hippie child...she wears birkenstocks, researches everything, has her babies at home, burns a lot of sage, has a smaller carbon footprint than most, and knows of an herbal tea or tincture for every ailment under the sun and the moon. She's also wicked smart, funny as hell, a wonderful, devoted mom, and has one of the purest hearts I've ever encountered...and man, do I love her!

That said...I do things differently. Where she dives in deep, I wade along the edges. I sit near the middle and lean to the left. She goes to sit-ins and rallies for the greater good. While she rides her bike to work in the summer, I sit in my Civic with the A/C on high. She nurses her babies well into their second year, while I crawled across the 12-month finish line and immediately handed my daughter a cup of organic cow's milk as I poured myself some wine. I probably wouldn't have a baby at home--or at all, really--but I would adopt a half dozen if I could support them. While she would home school in a New York minute, I feel strongly about my kids going to public school and being taught core subjects by others, even though my background is in education. With them, I'd rather save my energy for teaching more important life lessons...she would have no trouble doing both! And while I am constantly in awe of her resourcefulness and ability to create--well, everything--from scratch, I continue to buy chemical-laden deodorant and hope that I one day get around to trying her recipe.

And although many of our ideas dovetail, there are many things we don't quite see eye to eye on, and it's okay. For example, I go to church, rather enthusiastically...while her spirituality takes on an entirely different form. I am more traditional in many ways when it comes to wellness, (though I feel that Americans are overmedicated in general) whereas she takes a much more alternative approach.

Here's the kicker: just because I don't share all of her ideas doesn't mean I don't respect them. It doesn't mean I'm not interested in them. It doesn't mean I think she's wrong for not doing it "my" way. It just means we're different.

Different is good.

Embrace it.

Respect it.

Aretha Franklin - Respect [1967] (Original Version): http://youtu.be/6FOUqQt3Kg0

(Thanks, D, for letting me use you as an example. Obviously, you're not the only friend with whom I share significantly different ideas at times. You were just on my mind today!)

Perks.

I don't think of E as being a big deal...on some abstract level, I understand that he is, of course...but frankly, I know his weird little quirks and have to listen to him snore...so, really, to me, he's just a regular guy, albeit the most important one in my life.

Today, I learned that there are a few benefits to being a surgeon's girlfriend when your mother is having surgery...like when your father starts to climb the walls in the waiting room, he can just walk into the OR and get an update. He can hang out with her in recovery when you can't be there. Information starts coming to you a little faster after the nurses see you with him...and it was nice to be treated so well.

It was also pretty cool to have so many people tell me what an excellent surgeon he is...not that I've ever doubted it. It just became a little more concrete for me today. :)

The perks of being a surgeon's girlfriend do not, however, extend to getting one access to fox sports or a decent bed to sleep in. (I am a tall, tall girl in a tiny, tiny chair.) But I can't complain. I'm a lucky, happy, blessed girl! My momma's going to be fine, and my man is helping to watch over her. God is good.

Women are Bitches.

Okay, okay, not all of them...but I got your attention, didn't I? Well, I need to talk about this, because I feel like humanity as a whole demands it, and it seems like it's all around me lately. Why are women so awful to each other?

Why do so many women want to tear each other down instead of build each other up? Why do so many of us band together to promote negativity through gossip and complaining, at times even about those who are supposed to be "friends?" Why are we so quick to judge one another? Why are we so stingy with our grace towards other women?

Yes, I said "we." I've been as guilty of this as anyone in the past. Occasionally, I still am, albeit unintentionally. It's something I'm genuinely ashamed of and have worked hard to change over the past two years. I'm only sorry that it took a guy knocking the shit out of me (and the aftermath) to make me reassess how I treat people...I wish I could say it was Jesus or Buddha or even my cat that led me to change...but it wasn't. Maybe if I had read something like this, it would have inspired me...maybe it would've made me roll my eyes and think, "what a self-righteous bitch." I honestly don't know.

What I do know is that it's wrong. When we're sitting around gossiping and saying negative things about someone who isn't there, we are wrong. If we disagree with something a friend or family member says or does, and automatically judge them negatively for it, we (may be) wrong. (Assuming this person is not eating small children for breakfast or something equivalent.) If most of our conversations are about other (non-famous) people or certain groups of people...well, unless you're just effusively complimentary, it's probably wrong.

I'm not saying any of this to make anyone feel badly. I know plenty of people who never engage in this type of behavior at all...in fact, my one regular reader is one of those who probably doesn't even need to read this. (Love you, Sarah!) But if it makes even one person think, it'll be worth it.

Women face a boatload of gender-specific issues in society, and we deserve each other's support and consideration. Can you imagine how far we could go if we had it? If we would stop tearing each other down and start rooting for each other instead?

Someone very wise told me once that when you can't find something to like about someone, start with your common humanity and go from there. It's good advice. Maybe it's time to start giving other people with vaginas the benefit of the doubt. Stop being a bitch. Start spreading positivity. Today. Forgive someone. Show a little kindness. Compliment a stranger in a meaningful way. Better yet...start a conversation. THIS is what the world needs. :)

(If you're rolling your eyes and thinking I'm a self-righteous bitch right now...you're part of the problem.)

If anyone cares to join me at the domestic violence rally at the Capitol tomorrow,  don't be shy! Have a great weekend!

In the Rearview Mirror...

So, here we are, another year passed, with a blank slate before us. I think 2014 will ultimately go down as the year the pieces fell together for me...the year I finally figured *most* of my shit out and got pretty good at being a grownup. Not that there aren't loose ends...there always are. But I'll tell you a secret...I'm so excited about the New Year...I'm downright giddy!

The girls have a lot of transitions coming up, though unlike last year, they are not all unwelcome. While they're sad for their father, this divorce is a relief for them. They've been so much more relaxed the past four months. Everything just seems a little easier for them. As for E, they adore him, and the feeling is mutual...although I realize that my relationship with him is a big transition, too. So far, it seems to be a positive thing. We'll see how it goes.

I know how it's going for me...and in spite of the challenges that come with our relationship, I've never been this happy or content. He is, quite frankly, a lovely man. He makes me laugh, he makes me think, and he makes me feel safe and loved. We don't always agree, and that's okay. He loves me for my tendency to color outside the lines...and I am so looking forward to our future.

My brother is getting married this fall, and I am looking forward to having Chelsea as part of our family. She seems good for him, and she is kind and caring. The girls really enjoy spending time with her.

I am wrapping up the book and trying to decide what my next step will be. I feel compelled to go back to school, but we'll have to see how things shake out. Until then...

Happy New Year!

38.

I'm hesitant to commit this to writing...I'm so scared to do anything which might throw my Universe out of balance...which is silly and I know it. I think...

I have high hopes for the coming year. I can honestly say without reservation that I have never EVER been this happy. Virtually every aspect of my life seems to have fallen into place in the past six months.

I'm not only talking about my relationship,  which is incandescent and lovely. I won't say he completes me or I've found the missing piece, because I was complete on my own...but we complement each other beautifully, and my kids adore him. I am a lucky girl, indeed.

I've found my niche among a group of  friends who are loyal and genuine, who make my life so much more interesting just by being a part of it. These are the people who have consistently reserved judgment, while giving me room to find my groove and make my mistakes...not only that, but they've kept me laughing the whole way.

I've seen my kids through a hell of a storm, only to come out stronger, happier, and closer to their parents to boot. And my ex and I finally figured out how to parent as a team without being together. I just hope he comes through his own trials and tribulations with relative ease.

If 38 ends on a note anywhere near as high as its beginning, I will consider myself blessed beyond measure. Thank you to my dear friends and family for being a part of it!

Fourth Christmas

Hard to believe this is my fourth Christmas on my own...or at least, in the "not married" sense. It's crazy how much has changed and how different I am...how different we all are. So many lessons learned--mostly the hard way. But I'm grateful for each of the experiences I've had. I'm glad I didn't settle for the sake of being settled. God knows there were times when I considered it, because it would've been so easy...but thankfully, I ultimately decided (or was shown the widsom) to wait. Watching the girls go through another divorce so soon has certainly reinforced that decision...my second time will be my last.

I learned where I belong. I learned who my closest friends really are. I learned to stand up for myself. I learned it's okay for people to not like me...even when it's people I care about. I learned how to say no. I learned how to bounce. Most importantly, I learned how to be close to my daughters, and how to love and accept them for who they are in a way I didn't fully appreciate until I was independent.

And, oh, that sweet, sweet independence...I climbed on the roof to hang my own Christmas lights. I taught a 120-pound dog to listen, even though Eric makes fun of me when I give him commands in my high girl voice and thinks I taught him to be a sissy. I get both bathroom sinks to myself, and spit my toothpaste into whichever one strikes my fancy that morning. I turn the thermostat down to "refrigerator" at night. I don't make the bed some days, and I don't care...

I even fell in love, which I never expected...so much that I'd probably consider giving up that hard won independence, though he hasn't yet asked me to, and I'm kind of glad. For now, it's enough to visit often and to know that he loves us.

This Christmas, I couldn't be happier or more proud of myself and my family. We've come a long way, and the best is yet to come!

Four Stockings

I've never loved a guy enough to put up a stocking for him. Well. Not since I got divorced, anyway. But I guess things have a way of changing when you least expect it.

He's not the guy I ever thought I'd fall for, but now, I can't imagine being without him. He's just a part of us. He's a little older than anyone I've dated, and unapologetically dorky...but he's also kind. And brilliant. And funny. And he loves us.

Sara told me a couple of weeks ago, "Mom, he's really great. It seems like we've known him forever. I don't even mind that I have to put on pants when he comes over." From her, there is no higher compliment. 

The three of us are incredibly lucky to have him! So for the first time ever, I put up a stocking. He has presents under our tree. Not only that, but I learned to cook latkes and rugelach. This holiday business? No problem. We got this.

Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah from our family to yours!

Gratitude

It's Thanksgiving week, and there is much to be thankful for...you know, the same kind of crap some people are posting about every day on facebook for the whole month? That stuff, but I don't have the energy for that particular undertaking, so here is my short list:

My kids are outstanding. I have two truly witty, compassionate, unique, and interesting daughters, and I think the world of them. Better yet, they actually LIKE being with me. I couldn't ask for better.

Being in love is pretty great. I never expected him, and now I couldn't imagine my life without him. He's everything I never even knew I wanted, and I am thankful for every day that he's in my life.

My best friends are the coolest. Adrienne, Ashley, and April--The Big Three--who keep me in stitches and always have my back, no matter what stupid shit I do or say...Deanna, who gives me fabulous hair and even better advice...Beth, my soul sister, who is one of the smartest and coolest people I know...Levi, who fixes whatever breaks and makes me laugh along the way...and so many more people I see or speak to less often, but who are important to me in their own right and awesome in their own way. I am a lucky girl, indeed.

Work makes me crazy. But without it, I couldn't support my girls, and I am thankful. Pray that I finish my deadline for this book...

I have somewhere to go on Thursday. Holidays are about family...whether it's the kind that shares DNA or the kind you choose. I am blessed to have both. I hope your holiday is full of love and joy!

The Day After

The dust has settled. The Bad Lady is still in office, and my team didn't win...but like any good fan, I don't love them any less. Just like I keep right on loving my Sooners and my Thunder when they lose, today I feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude.

I am so thankful for my bonus job, which gave me the opportunity to meet and talk with the candidates...all of them. It's how I know I had it right...and how The Bad Lady came to be known as such.

Cathy Cummings is one of the most beautiful souls I've ever had the privilege of meeting. I am grateful to be able to call her a friend, and I admire her convictions and her passion. She's going to be somebody very important one day. I am proud of her for running an honest campaign and for doing it her way and putting herself out there. She's a real inspiration to me.

Joe Dorman is a good guy who works his ass off. He is a politician for all the right reasons, which is hard to find these days. The guy cares about people and wants to make this place better for them. ALL of them. I don't agree with him about a bunch of stuff, and no matter how he's registered, this guy is no Democrat. In fact, he's terrible at being a Democrat, but his intentions are good and his ideas solid. I pray he finds a place in the political landscape, because people like him are desperately needed in this place.

I am proud of everyone who showed up at the polls. I am amazed by the sheer number of Republicans I spoke to at the watch party last night who crossed party lines to do what they thought was right. I've never had so many red friends vote blue, and I'm excited to know there are still people out there who will vote for the person over the party. (Even me. I voted for 3 Republicans myself yesterday. ;)

I am disappointed, yes. But I am grateful and proud to know so many incredible people. It gives me hope for the future!

Love Wins...

It's always a privilege to watch history being made....I wasn't alive when schools were desegregated, or when Rosa Parks refused to give up her seat. I didn't see Neil Armstrong walk on the moon...in fact, far too much of the history I've witnessed has come in the form of unspeakable tragedy.

Not Monday.

On Monday, love and Civil Rights scored one serious victory when gay marriage became legal in 5 more states, including Oklahoma,  where it has been legally banned for a decade. By afternoon, licenses were being issued and devoted couples were tying the knot. It was a beautiful day, indeed.

Which brings me to my next question...why aren't single women across the state lining up to marry their best friends?

Think about it. You trust each other implicitly. You probably already love each other's kids. You would throw yourself in front of a bus for her...and she already knows to wipe the good stuff from your hard drive if you die.

Speaking of...is there anyone you would rather have deciding your future if you become a vegetable? Is there anyone you'd rather share your benefits with? Wouldn't you love it if she could officially do those things she handles in an unofficial capacity anyway? It's not like I don't consult her before every major decision anyway...and don't even get me started on the wardrobe possibilities....

Seriously. Think about it...she's already probably the most stable relationship you've ever had. I forsee this becoming a thing...because frankly, it makes sense. :)

Congratulations to everyone affected by the court's decision to say yes to equal rights for all people. And in case you're wondering, that's all of us...not just gay people. But especially to those most immediately affected, who have waited months or years or decades to be able to have this privilege. There is joy in my heart!

Sometimes, love wins.

Curfew

A couple of weeks ago, I was on a date one Wednesday night when the girls were with their dad. I hadn't specifically told them I was going, but Emily had a pretty good idea that I was out, as she had caught me trying on outfits that were unmistakably date-ish. When Sara asked Em to let her use her phone so she could call me, Em shared her suspicions.

"I think she's on a date, kid."

Sara was incredulous. "What? She didn't tell me she was going out! And it's after 9! Dates don't last until 9:00!"

She called anyway.

I missed her call. :)

Blessings and Beginnings

What a whirlwind...so much about this weekend was wonderful! I had the girls, which are always the best weekends. The temperatures dropped into the 50s on Friday, and the season's first pot of potato leek soup simmered on the stove all afternoon. It was beautiful... 

Saturday, my sweet friend Eric invited me to the OU-Tennessee game, which we watched from his suite...I'm afraid I have been ruined for life, and will never want to sit in the stadium again. The boys delivered a win, and I met some lovely people and watched from an incredible vantage point.

A little before 5am on Sunday, I got a message from Emily that she was in labor. Less than an hour later, Harper arrived, and she is gorgeous and perfect in every way. Never has the Universe wanted a baby to be here more than with this child, and her momma is lucky to have the love and support of an extended family that cares for her unconditionally. 

Sunday afternoon, the girls and I got to meet a new friend before we headed off to the fair with Ashley, where we engaged in a little gluttony, rode the swings, and marveled at humanity.

There is so much to be thankful for...for my girls, good friends, fall, potato soup, beautiful sunsets, football suites, the blessing of new life and new beginnings, and the fair. I ask prayers for my friend...and all the obese women in crop tops I saw today. :)

Ray Rice Should Die in a Fire...Reflections on Domestic Violence

The video is utterly horrifying....or at least it should be, for anyone who has a soul. Ray Rice and his fiancée walk into an elevator. They begin to argue. He strikes her once, across the face. She lunges at him and spits in his face. He punches her so hard she crumples to the ground, unconscious from the blow.

Yes, the Ravens were right to release him from his contract. Yes, the NFL was right to ban him indefinitely. To do any less would be to condone his behavior. To do any less would make it okay.

It's not okay.

I don't care that she married him after it happened. I don't care that she spit in his face. It wouldn't matter if she'd called his mother a whore. SHE IS THE VICTIM. It isn't her fault.

Ray Rice can shout from the rooftops all day long that it was a one time mistake. He is lying. Watch the video. Watch how easy it was for him. Watch him drag her unconscious body out of the elevator and lay her facedown in the hall, then nudge her to the side with his foot. Ray Rice has done this before. The one time mistake he's referring to is getting caught.

Stop calling her stupid. Stop blaming her for staying. You can't understand what it's like until you've been there, terrified of someone who is supposed to love you. You don't know what he says or what threats he's made. She needs help. She needs compassion. She is one in four women in this country. Just read the #WhyIStayed feed on twitter.

Most importantly, stop tolerating it. Don't excuse it. Don't walk by and pretend not to see. Don't let them play. Ever.

Trials and Tribulations

It's been a wild month in so many ways...some of it wonderful...and some of it has been pretty difficult. Two years ago--and by that, I probably mean a year ago--everything that's been happening would have overwhelmed me and sent me into something of a stupor. Now, I can roll with the punches. I guess this is what being in a good place feels like.

First, and the most undeniably lovely. I watched one of my dearest friends bring a baby boy into the world. In her bedroom, surrounded by her husband and friends who love her, she did this remarkable thing. It was simply awe-inspiring. For about 90 seconds, I was *almost* sorry that my baby making days are behind me.

The girls and I went on a road trip over the Fourth to Colorado...we took Megan (who is a regular weekend fixture in our home) along for the ride, and enjoyed a peaceful 5 days in the mountains. There were a couple of moments when I wondered why the hell there were no grown-ups on this trip...but we got through it. Sara made friends with Eleanor, our 77-year-old next-door neighbor at the hotel, who would sit on the balcony in the evenings with a bottle of wine, which she was kind enough to share. The weather was lovely, even though it was stormy on the Fourth. Also...pot really IS legal there. And people really DO smoke it in the streets in some places.

I'm starting to get back into shape...the kind where I feel good most of the time, not the kind where I look spectacular. I'm gradually starting to run a little without too many complaints from my ankle, and I'm taking yoga classes again, which makes a HUGE difference.

As for the rest.....work has been particularly challenging in recent weeks, mostly because of the dishonest nature of one person. On the upside, everyone else--especially C and B--has been amazing and supportive, and helped me to see the situation for exactly what it is. For that, I am grateful...we have a lovely new hire and are looking forward to the future. I'm still missing my Lisa something awful, of course...but I think we can officially declare Shit on HR Month has come to a close.

One of my oldest friends visited me this week...sometimes it's a year or more between visits, but we always pick up as if no time has gone by. I have a few like this (Linz), and I love them for it. This was a bittersweet visit, as she is caring for her mom who is fighting breast cancer, and has been feeling quite overwhelmed of late. We shared pizza and tears, along with more than a few laughs...I'll be keeping her close to my heart in the months to come.

As for dating...well...this is me. I suppose I am incredibly selective, and there are *some* who tell me I am crazy for breaking things off with a handsome, genuinely nice guy with good insurance who treats me like gold. BUT. It's not enough if we run out of things to talk about in 10 minutes. I'm not looking to catch a husband, and I really don't care if I ever get married again...if I was willing to settle, I could have several times over by now. It's just that I'm not willing to settle for any less than a best friend.

Who knows? Maybe I already found him. Maybe it was a long time ago. Maybe not....but in the meantime, I'm still happy.

HR Blues

Have we met? I'm the bitch.

At least, sometimes...you see, I work in a small company, and I AM the entire Human Resources Department. This means I get to do a lot of really cool stuff like interview people and hire them. I get to hand out paychecks and make the case for everyone's raises and bonuses, which I've *almost* always won. Mostly, my job involves a bunch of paperwork, which isn't exactly fun.

Sometimes, I get to really make a difference...like when an employee is upset or having personal issues and they let me help. I've taken people to the ER, gotten them squeezed in for Dr appointments, obtained professional advice on their behalf, called in favors, calculated due dates, and let them crash at my house. I actually love them...every single person at that office.

But still, in the grand tradition of HR managers worldwide...I think mostly everyone just sees the bitch.

I get it...it's always me who brings the hammer. I handle the write ups. I do the verbal warnings. I tell you that your day off isn't going to be approved this time. It's hard to see me as anything but the Bearer of Bad News. The one who says no...the one who does the dirty work.

It still surprises me sometimes. I try not to take it personally...but the walls are incredibly thin...there are some undeniably awful things said about me when they think no one is listening. But someone almost always is...you would think I was Satan's right hand man. You would think I loathed them all and enjoyed torturing small children in my spare time.

It's a common problem among HR staffers. I just wish that before someone goes and pops off about what soulless bitches we are, they'd take a second and try to put themselves in our shoes.

There are a few things we'd like you to know:

10. We are not having fun.

9. This is the worst part of our job, hands-down.

8. Even when we overhear or have it reported to us that you called us a soulless bitch, we still love you.

7. We are only the messengers. Sometimes we agree with the message. Sometimes we don't. Either way, our job is to deliver it.

6. All HR people have hidden in the bathroom and cried a time or two after having to do something difficult. 

5. We have to fire people sometimes. Do you have any idea what that's like? Because it sucks. And honestly, we hope you never have to find out how awful it is, because we wouldn't wish it on anyone.

4. We have things going on in our lives that cause us pain, too. Being called names and having people talk shit? Not particularly helpful...

3. This may not be what we set out to do when we started college. (I wanted to teach.)

2. Sometimes--just sometimes--you could try to look at the situation from a perspective other than your own.

1. We are infinitely human.

Lent

Happy Ash Wednesday, everyone! I'm doing Lent a little differently this year...rather than give up something that appears superficial (in spite of my suffering),  I'm going to do something in hopes of making a change at a deeper level.

I recently saw a meme that really bothered me. It was on pinterest, and it was meant to be funny and in no way harmful, but it struck a chord. Of course, I can't find it again when I want to, but it essentially implied that the friendship among this group of girls was based on their mutual dislike of "everyone else" and their willingness to discuss it with one another...over wine.

On the surface, I suppose it was amusing...but then it hit me just how sad it would make me to have a relationship BASED on negativity towards something or someone. I mean, isn't that how wars are started? I know we've all done it. Everyone complains to their friends, and it's not always a bad thing. It's probably worse to keep your frustrations to yourself. But if your complaints turn into generalized bitterness towards a person or a population...you've done something wrong. I know I have.

I have an incredibly amazing, supportive, and witty bunch of friends. And for the most part, I have successfully excised most of the glass-half-empty people from my life over the past 2 years, and have surrounded myself with a primarily positive-ish bunch. But we still fall into these patterns where we make judgments or hate on people or certain groups because of their beliefs or a few actions in the course of their entire lives, and we mentally stick them in a box, bitch to our witty friends, and perhaps even come up with a fantastic nickname. Like Knothole.

Some people may deserve to be in that box. Time will tell. Others....I probably put there too quickly. I am going to try to do better. Not only that, but during Lent, I am going to try to find something I like or agree with every single day about one of them....whether it's a person in my life who has been unkind to me or to a loved one...a political party or group whose beliefs I find ridiculous...or an ex-boyfriend.  (MC is exempt from this activity, because nothing about him is good or right.) I won't give names...instead, I'll just try to focus on the positives. (Don't expect me to blog every day. I'm incapable of that. I'll save up and do a few at a time.) We'll see how this goes.

Oh. And no more texting at stoplights. :)

Saturday Afternoon Funnies

Do you ever read a news story that you've just kind of stumbled across and you have to look twice to see if it's real? Like maybe you accidentally wandered onto theonion.com without meaning to?

People can be like that, too. They just turn into cartoons...but at least they're good for a side-splitting laugh now and then! :)

Proud Momma...

I am proud of both of my girls for so many reasons. They have both turned into thoughtful, witty, bright little women. Sara is a pretty unusual 10-year-old. She is incredibly sensitive to the feelings of others, and she has, without question, the biggest heart of anyone I know. She's also hilarious, and she keeps everyone in stitches most of the time.

On Friday,  she came home from school a little upset. When I asked her what was wrong, she told me she was disappointed in a friend of hers. The friend in question had made a comment about two other girls she saw hugging at recess, saying they were acting like a couple of "lezzies."

"Why would you say that?" Sara asked.

"What? Don't you know what a lesbian is?" her friend asked.

"Of course I do," she said.

"Well, it's gross! Two women together? That's disgusting!" her friend said. By now, they had attracted a small audience. Sara didn't care.

"First of all, friends hug all the time. It doesn't mean they're gay. And even if they were, just because it's different from you and what you're used to doesn't mean there's anything wrong with it. It's who they are. It's not gross."

Needless to say, on an Oklahoma playground, her comments were not well received. But she didn't back down, even when her opinion was clearly unpopular. I am so proud of her for standing up for what she believes with grace and confidence under pressure, something many adults aren't capable of doing.

My daughters are both amazing, and they each have their strengths. This is Sara's. I can hardly wait to see who she becomes.