“HOW COULD YOU BE SO STUPID?!"
"I'm never buying you anything. EVER. AGAIN."
Watching yelly parents in action is something that makes me squirm under NORMAL circumstances, but when I’m seat-belted less than two feet away (within the tiny confines of an airplane cabin)… You can go ahead and count it as one of my least favorite ways to watch a budding spirit get crushed.
To clarify — This wasn’t some little brat who was kicking the back of my seat or screaming for "MORE JUUUUUUUIIIIIIIICCCCCE!”
This little guy could not have been more than three years old, and hadn't gotten even a single sip of his soda before accidentally spilling the entire cup on the iPad in front of him. (Ironically eliciting a huge commotion from the parent who shoved it in his hands to keep him quiet in the first place.)
I held my breath while watching the crocodile tears ROLL down those ruddy little cheeks, and did everything I could to keep from wrapping my arms around him in a hug.
He was visibly shaken to his tiny three-year old core, and I could immediately relate to the mix of emotions that follow a big spill.
(Probably because it’s a weekly occurrence for me, and I don’t have to think back very far.)
That sad little kiddie-cocktail was made up of equal parts devastation and embarrassment, then combined with a dash of bitterness from the loss of one very special bubbly drink.
I get it, Little Dude... What’s the point of a Bob the Builder Marathon without your Ginger Ale!
The toothpick that really pierced my martini-olive-heart? His mama continued to berate him for “treating their stuff like shit,” (Earmuffs!) but it didn't really seem like she was treating him very well at all.
Parenting expert I AM NOT, but any adult bystander could be sure that the wrong person was having the temper-tantrum in this situation.
Plus, I know that very few problems are fixed by hurling insults at the person who has disappointed us, no?
It got me thinking about the last several times that I had witnessed such unwarranted criticism, and I’m sad to say that I often see women treat themselves with this very same toxic tone again and again.
We all spill. We blurt.
We trip. We cry.
We fall. We curse.
We make mistakes.
We have bad days.
We are not perfect, but still deserve to be treated as the dazzling creatures we were designed to be.
Just wanted to be today's little reminder that tending to that precious heart of yours is going to mean plenty of grace and rest along the way. ;)
With Tenderness & A Life-time Supply of Tide Pens,
XOXO - Jessie Pepper