Thursday, August 18, 2011
How Do I Love Me? Let Me Count The Ways
Okay, so I reread my last post and it sounded a little harsh. And a little judgmental. Shame on me. I still don't think you should treat your children as slaves, and that you should do whatever it takes to learn to love yourself . . . but who am I to talk? If you asked my children, they would tell you that I was ALWAYS ordering them around - - you know, "clean your room", "do your homework", "don't leave dishes on the floor", "go to bed" (I was a really mean mom.) And I certainly don't always love myself. I (we) need to learn that I (we) am (are) love-worthy at 140 pounds . . . or 240 pounds . . . or 540 pounds. It shouldn't matter. But somehow it does. I think there are probably lots of things about me that are lovable, but when I look in a mirror, all I see is someone who is out of control and waiting for that "ah ha" moment when I begin to take control again of my life. But you know, sometimes waiting is not good enough. Sometimes we need to create our own "ah ha" moment. I think I'll work on that.