Lessons from the lunchroom
Two women (whom I don't know except by sight; they work in another department) were talking. They were both complaining about their adult daughters. Apparently, one family was thinking that the daughter and her toddler son were going to move back in.
"She's just miserable; she's made a mess of her life."
"My daughter would be so much happier if she lost some weight. I keep telling her that." [Ouch.]
"She just doesn't understand how to take care of her son."
Yeah, I've complained about my kids. I've been mad at my kids. But I don't talk smack about my kids to co-workers.
I was thinking, as I waited for my lunch to get hot, that I almost lost a daughter four years ago. Really - she was abducted and gone for 48 hours.
I was thinking about how beautiful my oldest daughter looked at her wedding this past summer. So young. (And yes, we fought about everything - but it was a lovely day!)
I thought about my sons - the struggles they have, the heartache they've caused.
I wouldn't change it. I wouldn't change them.
The lunchroom made me sad today: two moms (and yes, I'm sure they love their kids) who were so caught up in the negative. I hope I remember the next time I open my mouth.
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