So this week has pretty much been a rotten week. It has been filled with tension and conflict. Feelings have been squashed, lines have been drawn in the linoleum, and eyes have been set to glare mode. Not a beautiful day in the neighborhood to say the least. And I have hated every minute of it. Go ahead, ask Steve. He will tell you that I really do detest conflict. I try and avoid it at all costs. But this week was different. Although the tensions and conflicts were not involving me directly, I had to step in and complete two tasks that required putting on the proverbial big girl panties. And you know what comes with big girl panties? A big girl wedgie. I hate that uncomfortable feeling of awkwardness that follows asserting yourself in unpleasant situations.
Sigh….. What a week! I would like to tell you that the whole time I asked myself, "What would Jesus do?" Instead I found myself asking what my grandmother would do. She died 30 years ago this week. I miss her. I remember her being wonderfully patient and kind towards others. But at the same time, I also remember getting a stinger of a reminder on the backside to never sass and never, ever under any circumstances turn on the oven to make Shrinky Dinks without her permission. A wonderfully kind woman, my grandmother, but I really don't think that shrinking violet would describe her. (She once painted a gigantic smiley face on the outside of her garage door!) And I don't think she would have been too happy with me had I just kept my mouth shut and let things slide. A big girl’s gotta to do what a big girl’s gotta do and that means standing up for what is right… even if you just want to sit right back down, hide your face, change your name to Blanche Mushrush and move to Coeur d'Alene, Idaho.
I am happy to report that I made it through this current drama with my face uncovered, my name unchanged and current residence still intact. Have I learned something about myself this week? You bet. I’ve learned that next time I’m going straight for the big guns… the Granny Panties.
Love it! Just hope some of the drama of the week has finally died down. <3
ReplyDeleteI have a grandma kind of like that. She just turned 84 this summer, I think. I'm so very blessed to still have her!
ReplyDeleteKatie, Thank you for bringing a smile to my face, and a reminder to my backside! I got quite a few of the "original stingers" from YOUR grandma! (She got the swing down perfectly practicing on me!)Another thing you could keep in mind for days of trial when you feel the need to step in, is perfecting "THE LOOK"...it seems to work for me with a certain child you are very acquainted with. (I think it may be a trait that runs in the maternal side of the family.)
ReplyDeleteAt any rate, I too, was reminiscing about my mom this week...and I know she'd be very proud of her grown up granddaughter..and the great mom she has become.