Sitting in MaKenna's class the other day I listened to a story about a little girl who was told by her mother to always tell the truth. No harm can come from telling the truth, but is that really true? In the story the young girl went all over town spreading the truth and it hurt several people along the way. From some friends at her church, to an elderly woman tending to her garden. When asked a question directly she would not tell a lie, but in turn she did hurt feelings.
While other girls were gazing at a pretty dress all "Libby" could do was notice the hole in her stockings and made it known to all those girls admiring her dress.
When a classmate named Willie had not completed his homework, she was quick to let the whole class, including the teacher know he had not completed it.
On her way home an elderly neighbor asked her what she thought of her garden and again she couldn't tell a lie, she said her yard looked like the jungle, and the elderly woman was hurt by her remarks.
I like to think of myself as a decent person. I like to believe that I am helpful, that I would do anything I could to help a friend in need. I try not to get wrapped up in a gossipy web of deceit, but as we all know webs are sticky and sometimes cling to us even when we want to let go of them.
This past weekend I had my own run in with "Libby" (Just a character in story book).
My heart sank when I opened an email to read some truths that had been said about me and some stories that were completely false. As it turns out I had so called friends keeping tallies of everything I did from my facebook page. They took the gifts my husband had bought me and turned them into items I didn't deserve, because of our "financial situation." They turned me into a horrible mother who made my children "sleep on the floor" There were several other accusations that were made and they hurt. Why? Some people asked me that exact question "why would you let things other people say about you bother you that much," 1. because my parenting skills were questioned, and 2. people made judgements about my children. I can handle my own, but when you start talking about my kids momma bear will be unleashed.
I am not afraid to say that we are not a perfect family and sometimes we make choices that others might not make, but that does not make us bad parents. My children are well fed, they are bathed, they have a roof over their head and electicity. They rarely want for anything, yes I am admitting they are a little spoiled, but who doesn't try to give their children the things they never had.
All we can ever do in this life is try to be the best parents we can. Life is hard enough without people having to add their insults and their judgements to what struggles we may already be facing.
I would like to ask why? WHY my family? What did we do to you to make you feel like you had to be so hateful, hurtful, and evil to us? We have now been told "they just need to go!" What did we do to deserve that? How do you explain to your kids that people who claim to be grown-ups aren't really grown-ups at all.
Oh and next I would like to say Thanks for making my kids feel unwelcome. To make them feel like they don't belong in a place they once loved! Thanks for hurting us and trying to destroy us! Thanks for what you tried to do, for you only made us stronger! Because we turn to each other not away from each other! My God is bigger than all this and he is a mighty healer, so find a new family to try and destroy!
The Devil is not welcome here!
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