Just had one of those mornings with the kids, particularly the youngest, who turns 6 this Friday and has decided that any and all behavior problems I identify as belonging to HER are actually and completely the entire fault of her 11-year-old brother.
BUT JUNIOR SAID! BUT JUNIOR WAS! BUT JUNIOR MADE ME!
So I go and look up behavior charts that I might use with her, since they work so well for her at school.
There are charts for
"I didn't bite anyone today" and
"I slept in my own bed without wetting."
Okay. So I'm doing better than I think,and so is my 6 year old.
So then I think I'm going to have a morning alternating between sulking-due-to-single-parenthood-burnout and housecleaning, and the phone rings.
I had volunteered to drive a large shipment of newborn baby supplies to a local distribution center for transport to Haiti. They were ready for the mom van to take it over.
And I thought of those new mothers. And the conditions they woke up in this morning.
I don't like our generation's habit of thinking "there are people in the world worse off than me." It leads us to accept less than we're worth in relationships, jobs, and governments.
But saying to ourselves "I am going to help someone worse off than I am AND insist on my own worth to the world." is a terrific affirmation, one that I forget.
The distribution center (where I dropped off 191 pounds of toothpaste, soap, diapers, newborn shirts, and washcloths) had a poster on the wall: "You may be one person to the world, but you may be the world to one person."
I hope I made a difference today. I know I made an effort.