Point of View

We are enjoying Spring Break over here.  We have had the best of everything.  Family in town over the weekend.  Us out of town for a few days visiting Super Awesome Friends.  And now back in town to enjoy a relaxing end of the week before we have to face reality/carpooling/making dinner again.  (well, in truth, I suppose I have to face making dinner again sooner then that.  I will have to feed these people today.  Somehow making dinner again is always the hardest part of my return from any mini-vacation or break.  Making dinner again is my nemesis.)

But I digress.  What I wanted to talk about today is point of view.  Isn’t almost everything really about point of view?  Everyone has heard the stories about eye witnesses giving wildly diverging reports about the scene of an accident or the color of a suspect’s eyes and hair.

Imagine.  You pick up a newspaper.  You begin to read an article about a recent investigation into a parenting/child incident.  The report states:  There were three adults upstairs and six children left alone downstairs.  They were all sharing beds and had only sleeping bags.  Two children were asleep upstairs.  Some of the children and adults were apparently related.  The adults upstairs were “partying.”  One of the adults apparently left the “party ” and was discovered downstairs trying to pin a shrieking/hysterical/underweight, possibly undernourished/half blind preschooler to her bed with some sort of homemade restraint device.

Is this person a Monster?

No.   It was me trying to put Miss 2 to sleep while we were out of town.  And for the record, the “homemade restraint device” was a desperate attempt to make her think there was no way out of her port-a-crib so she would go to sleep. Miss 2 is sleep-nicely-in-a-new-place challenged.  So, we set a flat cardboard box on top of her crib to make a lid.  It worked, but only because I stood there holding onto it, while she head butted me through the cardboard…..

Imagine again.

This person calls you night and day.  They text you.  And email you.  They take pictures of you when you don’t know they are doing it.  They have gained access to your passwords.   They have even been in your home and they know your kids. Occasionally, you have discovered that they have picked the kids up from school without your knowledge.  And taken them to undisclosed locations.  They have learned everything they possibly can about you.  They have been through your purse and your dresser.  They watch you all the time. . . . .

Freakish Stalker?

No.  My Dear Husband.

Seriously, so much depends on point of view.  Good mom/bad mom.  Great husband/psycho.

In lieu of these thoughts, and a happy Spring, I say, give yourself a break today.  Allow yourself to have the point of view that you’re doing a great job.  You’re a great mom.  You’re a good wife.  You’re a beautiful, talented woman.  And your kids are well-behaved and cute.  Keep up the good work and go eat a little treat.  (Because you aren’t fat either.)

I like point of view, don’t you?