We all
know that moment. We’re scrolling through Facebook or Instagram and BAM! That
chick posted another picture of her healthy ass meal as I sit here enjoying my
second serving of _________ (candy, wine, chips...all of the above). Then I scroll
back up and I see:
Today you're having happy hour with her, the friend-
Here’s the thing...
Here’s the thing...
I get
it.
I
understand that I post a lot of pictures of my freaking adorable children.
Children that are ridiculously perfect. I’m talking well-behaved, smart,
compassionate, thoughtful, silly kids. Does my son have to be forcefully
removed from me, like my boots when I was pregnant? Yes. Does Taylah have some
sass? Yes (that’s apparently a nurture vs. nature trait…). Do they literally
MEAN MUG people that compliment them and say hello? Yes.
I understand that I speak highly of my
marriage…a marriage that we work our asses off to make happy and fulfilling for
both of us. Are there hard times? Yes. Are there ugly arguments? Yes. Do I
constantly forget to close cabinets? Yes. Did I ruin a third of his t-shirts in
the laundry? Yes.
The
hardship in our lives doesn’t make the good moments any less beautiful. It
makes them more beautiful. The fact that my kids don’t act perfectly all the
time doesn’t make them any less perfect. The fact that T and I have overcome
some serious issues together and the one thing that has never wavered is our loyalty
to one another is what makes me even more proud of our marriage. Is my life
perfect? NO. Would I put all the negative things in our lives out there? HELL
NO. Why would I give the negative stuff that much air time? Let me be clear.
Life has not always been an easy ride. Some of the hardship I went through was
self-inflicted, some wasn’t. I have remained grateful throughout my life and it
is the reason I can be happy in the hard times. I want to celebrate that for
this moment, life is GOOD. Apparently I’m not alone. There are good things happening
in a lot of people’s lives. So, when I see a post like this, I feel a bit like
we all felt when this happened:
Like, you
may have a valid point, but why do you feel the need to hate on someone’s moment?
I think
you should honestly ask yourself why seeing someone else in a good space is
making you upset. I get some people may be full of shit, but who cares?! They might just be able to look past the
hardship and see how absolutely blessed they are. You just look a little resentful from where I’m
sitting… which is 20 lbs heavier than I want to be with medical bills
surrounding me from a head injury, multiple seizures and diagnostic imaging for
an upcoming surgery, in an apartment that I wish had a big yard. My son is in
our bed right now, a bed that is broken. My daughter is at her mommy’s, like she is for
half of the holidays. We just bought a new kitchen table this weekend and the
chair that I’m sitting in is already damaged. I could go on, but why? Why give
this stuff air time? Life is not perfect. Of course it’s not perfect. It’s
never going to be perfect. But you know what? When baby boy and little girl are
cracking up and holding hands in the back seat- it feels perfect. When my
husband and I meet eyes from across the room when our daughter says she wants
to be a fire engine when she grows up when she meant to say fire fighter- it
feels perfect. When my son holds my face and says “I, too” (I love you, too)-
it feels perfect. When I get a weekend to BBQ and play games with my family- it
feels perfect. When I spend the afternoon laughing my ass off with my girls and
drinking too many mojitos- it feels perfect.
Celebrate the good times. Those
that genuinely want the best for you, will be celebrating with you. They will
be happy you shared that moment with them. It will make them feel closer when
they can’t be. We all know life is not
all good times, have your moments and let others have them, too. You have no idea what fight
they are fighting behind closed doors. Plus, if they posted about that, you
would probably resent them for that, too:
Once
again, CHILL OUT. It’s okay. Let them be happy. Let them post about their
healthy ass meal- they made an extremely difficult lifestyle change and they
are proud of themselves, as they should be. Plus, they had to eat that for
lunch and it looks foul. Let them be happy about having a good man- they
finally got out of the terrible relationship they were in for far too long…and
now you don’t have to hear them complain about the same thing over and over
again. Let them talk about how awesome their kids are- they should love their
kids, they are creating the future and you want them to raise good humans. Let
them post about their vacation- they have always wanted to travel and finally
get to. Let them post that selfie- they just took a really good picture...and if they're anything like me, that took like 10 takes. Live and let live. Your shade isn't going to dim their light; it's just going to keep you in the dark. I do like your sass, though. Keep the sass, lose the hate.
CHEERS!
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*** SIDE NOTE: I was cracking up because I literally got texts
last week from people thinking I was hitting up happy hour every evening. As fun as that would be, my family is more fun…and important. I thought I
should let the world know- the pics are saved (like the cosmo above from this weekend). I am probably getting happy hour this
week though because…
…or actually because I haven't gotten together with my girls in way too long. Pictures will likely be posted- think of it as homework for the haters ;)
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