I've have numerous people lift an eyebrow when they learn of how our family operates. They get a disgusted look on their face when they hear we drive an old Ford pick-up, or live with family and survive on one income.
They can't understand how I don't send my daughter to daycare or how I don't buy her the latest and greatest toys. They question every choice we make, including the sanity of myself and my husband.
It angers me, especially since they could be doing so much more with their time then worrying about my perfectly fine family. They waste their time talking behind our backs, making snide comments and covering us their bitterness by showing off their latest gadgets, new cars and pageant-perfect children.
And while I could careless about these people, sometimes their comments make their way to me and anger me to no ends.
Ever since I had my daughter, I've grown up and grown past this immature action. I've matured and my way of thinking is that everyone has their own life, does their own thing and I'm in no position to judge their choices in life. In simpler words: I let people be.
I accept everyone for who they are and don't judge.
Why is it so hard for other people to share this opinion? Why is it so important to be interested in my business? Who gives a flying 'ef if I let my child run around barefoot? Who cares if I drive a huge, gas-guzzling truck? Who cares if I'd rather stay home and make homemade clay with my child?
I just want people to look at me and say, hey she's got her own thing going on and I'm happy for her.
Is that seriously so much to ask?
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No wonder you can't stand the "Jennifers" in Paris! You're the one who'll be laughing behind other mommies' backs when your self-confident child outshines the other kids in high school... :)
La Mom
An American Mom in Paris
Most of the time, I'm a live and let live person. If it works within the dynamics of your family - yay!
Ditto Girl!!! It makes me sad for those people that are so miserable in their own existence that they must be nasty to others. GO YOU -- for your brave independent thinking! Your kiddo will be better for it! No SHEEP here! :) haha... hey check out my blog... it's in the baby stages... trying to get better about writing in it. Any pointers? :)
here comes another novel ala DiPaola Momma. Sorry if I get too wordy, but I think that especially you would like the story.
As all good stories go this one starts.. Once upon a time...
It was a time of change and turmoil. Two young people met and fell in love. He from a well off family on the comfortable side of town. An artist and muscian with great tallent and big ideas. She a one time foster child, abandoned by her mother and shuffled from home to home until one of her relatives could no longer stand sadness her younger brother lived with missing her. They finaly rescued her from the system but never gave her a loving home. By the time the two had met, she had over come all of this. Grown into an unusual beauty with a big heart, gifted intelect and fierce independence. As sometimes happens their passion for eachother resulted in the conception of a child before they had made their love "legal". After his cold feet and all the gossip and disapproval they married. He nervous she glowing in a beautiful black (maternity) coctail dress. Sure the neighbors talked and family passed judgement. The child was born, a daughter. She spent her first years on the floors of lecture halls at her fathers private university while her mother worked to keep the family fed. The were lean years but filled with love. The family was looked upon as outsiders by the "tradition" family set. They never cared. Soon a son joined them and the family moved thousands of miles from the jeers and nay sayers. With not much more than a gold fish, clothes and a dream the family set out a new. The forged a new life in a very small home on a hill side. They filled it with art, music, culture, books, dreams and above all love. Soon annother son joined the family. The lived unconventionaly on that hill, a wood burning stove for heat. No TV but the traveled to worlds beyond the screen in tales told and songs sung by loving parents.
Today the father is still an artist and muscian. He is also a hero having saved countless lives and is now a Fire Chief. The mother, once a waitress, is now a college professor. So popular that she is forced to turn students away each semester because her classes are too full. The first son is a police dective, wood craftsman, amazing artist and yes a muscian with a sense of humor that many actors would pay to have. The youngest son, still will his soulful blue eyes, is a managing techinal supervisor, responsible for some of the world's largest produce storeage buildings. And the daughter is in tears writing you.. thinking that anyone could ever judge annother person so harshy. Don't let any one ever tell you who you should be!
It isn't too much to ask at all. I do NOT care how other people live their lives (in fact, I have a blog post in draft about that very topic!).
Thanks for stopping by!
I can relate. Sometimes its easier to pick on others' happiness to cover up your own bitterness with your own life.
Good for you! I'm sure your daughter is learning amazing things from you every day.....my wish for you is that she mirrors your self confidence and love of family, not things.
Thank you for stopping by to visit me. I'll be back to see you!
Nope, it's not too much to ask! It sounds like you're doing a wonderful job focusing on being a great mom! Kudos to you!
hey, you know I often say I am jealous of you guys' way of life, so no bitterness here. Screw 'em, screw 'em all! Hey, did you hear Nicole will be in Coco Beach in March. We should all try and get together.
We live in a materialistic society and what the real problem is, these people are offended that you have snubbed the lifestyle that they have chosen. Therefore they take it personally that you don't want what they want. I interact with people like this everyday and it never ceases to amaze me...make a choice different from theirs and you cause them to question their choice, which makes them insecure which causes them to have to put down your choice to explain why they didn't choose that...I'm rambling.
Do your thing!!!
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