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Tuesday, February 12, 2013
RB'S QUESTION OF THE DAY: February 12, 2013: What's the greatest compliment you've ever received in your whole life?
Something I received got me to thinking about this. What's the greatest compliment you've ever received in your whole life? (You may want to just think about this instead of sharing about it; whatever makes you comfortable, but please do give it some thought.)
When I was about 18 or 19 years old, I overheard a conversation between our paternal Grandmother and Aunt. I had moved in with Grandma a few weeks before after an argument with our parents. Our Aunt asked our Grandmother if she had been having any problems with me. Grandma said, "No, not really." Our Aunt said, "Then I wonder why her parents always say she's so bad?" Grandma said, "I don't know. I haven't seen anything that isn't NORMAL for a kid her age."
All my life, I had heard I was bad and I was stupid and I'd never amount to anything. After a while, I came to believe it, and then things got worse, because I stopped even trying to be good, thinking I was beyond redemption anyway, so why even try.
Overhearing that conversation changed my life. I realized I was NORMAL not bad, and I came to realize I could own that instead of all the negative things my parents had said about me. There is power in a parents' words; power to build or to destroy. I wish all parents would come to realize that.
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When I was about 18 or 19 years old, I overheard a conversation between our paternal Grandmother and Aunt. I had moved in with Grandma a few weeks before after an argument with our parents. Our Aunt asked our Grandmother if she had been having any problems with me. Grandma said, "No, not really." Our Aunt said, "Then I wonder why her parents always say she's so bad?" Grandma said, "I don't know. I haven't seen anything that isn't NORMAL for a kid her age."
All my life, I had heard I was bad and I was stupid and I'd never amount to anything. After a while, I came to believe it, and then things got worse, because I stopped even trying to be good, thinking I was beyond redemption anyway, so why even try.
Overhearing that conversation changed my life. I realized I was NORMAL not bad, and I came to realize I could own that instead of all the negative things my parents had said about me. There is power in a parents' words; power to build or to destroy. I wish all parents would come to realize that.
God bless.
RB
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