just because I write about it doesn’t mean I think I’m better at it
Sometimes we read words that stop us cold, demand reflection, make us tear up with the honesty of the piece. That is what Janelle Ross does for me. She graciously allowed me to share this post with you from her blog My Men and Me. I do hope you will pay her a visit.
Just because I write about it doesn’t mean I think I’m better at it.
You know that, right?
Because, if I was any good at it (life? parenting? everything?) I wouldn’t make so many mistakes.
Like getting a few kilometres down the highway on my way to Monday’s Remembrance Day service, only to have the vehicle begin her I’m-almost-out-of-fuel convulsions, requiring me to turn around and hiccup my way home on fumes and prayer.
Like forgetting my sister’s birthday, that time she was visiting me for a few days, and only remembering after she’d left.
Like losing the pre-bought Christmas presents – because I’m so organized (heavy sarcasm) and bought them early and hid them somewhere really good – only to find them the next May while I was spring cleaning.
Like booking three events on the same weekend and forgetting about them all.
Like inviting company to come for dinner and forgetting to turn on the oven.
Like losing my temper with my children or my husband or the teller at the bank.
Like not getting the laundry done, requiring my son to go commando to church. (Not that he minded, but I was sure people would find out our dark laundry secret.)
Like going months without really reading scripture or praying. And doubting. And faking.
Lately, I’ve had some you’re so wonderful comments because of what I write in this little space, day after day. And, to be honest, I’ve had some negative ones, too.
Some, you think you’re so great but I know you’re really not that special kinds of insinuations, and some you’re wrong, wrong, wrong emails, and some quit being so this or that messages.
That’s how it goes when you write stuff and put it on the internet and people read it.
Truth is, I y’am who I y’am (thanks for that, Popeye) and for the most part, I’ve learned to be content.
You are wonderful
We are all different, and we love and share and rage and cry and create, each in our own ways. Cooking, painting, writing, parenting. There’s art in it all.
You are wonderful. Really, you are. You do some things well and some not so well, and you have a bunch of stuff you think you should be better at, and maybe you wish your legs were longer or you nose was shorter or your hair was thicker.
Maybe you think you’re not a good friend or a good mom or a good Christian. Maybe you think everyone else does it better. Maybe you’re in a sad place or a bad place or a hard place or maybe your place is pretty darn good right now.
I don’t know your place, but I do know your journey. Because we’re all on one, and the truth is, no place is permanent. Life is movement. It’s entering and being and leaving, always, over and over. Until you’re dead.
So the next time I write about my awesome kids or my wonderful husband or my beautiful life… know that sometimes – lots of times – it isn’t.
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I thought your post was wonderful. The transparency the humanity you admitted. You know, we all have our days. Someone can put something out there and finally feel good about an accomplishment. Unfortunately it may be a bad day for mr/mrs reader. A day when nothing seemed to go right. Oh if we could learn to weep with those who weep and rejoice with those who rejoice. It might be a little easier. Thanks for sharing Janelle. Loved it.
So true, Anne. It’s impossible to be all things to all people at all times. As a writer, at least the kind of writer I am (we are), it’s a documentation of life as lived and witnessed, a few hundred words at a time:)
Janelle- great relief to know I am not the only one who sees all the things I am not good at and all the things I want to do and all of the rest of everything every on else is so fabulous at.
Sigh- I am blessed and thankful to have read your post today.
Refreshing=
Janelle,
I thought your post was wonderful. The transparency the humanity you admitted. You know, we all have our days. Someone can put something out there and finally feel good about an accomplishment. Unfortunately it may be a bad day for mr/mrs reader. A day when nothing seemed to go right. Oh if we could learn to weep with those who weep and rejoice with those who rejoice. It might be a little easier. Thanks for sharing Janelle. Loved it.
So true, Anne. It’s impossible to be all things to all people at all times. As a writer, at least the kind of writer I am (we are), it’s a documentation of life as lived and witnessed, a few hundred words at a time:)
Thank you, Christa, for sharing your space with me today. You are a dear writer friend!
Janelle- great relief to know I am not the only one who sees all the things I am not good at and all the things I want to do and all of the rest of everything every on else is so fabulous at.
Sigh- I am blessed and thankful to have read your post today.
Refreshing=
Blessings!
Nancy 🙂