We had fortune cookies recently, the girls were quick to say my fortune was spot on:
To combat a sour attitude, use kind words.
It was agreed that my words are kind, but my attitude is sour. My attitude included my tone, my posture, just the all-around feeling I was letting out into the house. I could not argue with them, I am a mess, as I have shared. Don’t get me wrong, I am very grateful for my life. We are so lucky- to have jobs that are busier than ever, that each girl has her own chrome book to complete their homeschool assignments, we are all healthy- the list of gratefulness and luck is overwhelming.
That is where the intersection comes in- I imagine I am standing on a corner and need to pick the street I am headed down, Grateful Street or Sour Street. I know I am not alone, but it is a choice. I have shared in previous posts, your kids will happily share where you are missing the mark, without even blinking an eye, as innocent as asking for a snack.
So, what now? I adjust. I am quieter, walking around the house listing in my head all my blessings around me, I am praying for those less fortunate, and I am just listening. Listening to the silence, it is ok to feel the way you feel- but then I am working to adjust. I need to be my best self. I owe it not only to me, but those who are watching me, and determining who they want to be each day.
What intersection are you at lately?
