Judge me, please
11/21/2014
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Today I have my 'judge-me-please' T-shirt on, so I welcome your comments. Tell me how you feel about me, about my life. Tell me how I feel about my life. And what I welcome the most: tell me please how my child feels about me. Educate me.
Do it today, because tomorrow I will not wear this T-shirt. And your words will hurt me. They will hurt me until I cry crawled into a little ball on my bed. I will cry helplessly for hours and any time I look up and see my little child's worrying face I cry even more. You will make me feel a failure, a bad person, a bad parent. I will feel guilty, upset and powerless. You will plant fear and doubts in my heart. I will not even question you.
But my child will ask me: why.
Tell me now what do you think how my child will feel seeing his mother like that. Please educate me on that, too.
But be quick and do it today, it will hurt tomorrow.
Or, you can just think before you talk. Stop educating me.
Not because it is none of your business and not even because you are not right.
I like that you are concerned about the world around you. You might be right, too.
But please stop educating me, because you take everything away from me. You take away my skill to listen to you, you kill my interest in your words. You take away the lesson that you want to share with me. You take away my power to live my own life.
Do you know how you can help me?
Let me trust you.
Understand me.
Respect me.
Suspect that there must be a reason why I do things like this and do not think right away that I am just an idiot.
Do love me.
Let me ask a question first and do not give me answers that I am not ready to take or I do not need.
I will know how to live my life, how to raise my child, in fact, my child will teach me, be reassured. What I need from you is just a smile, a cuddle and a few words telling me that I will know best.
11/21/2014
0 Comments
Today I have my 'judge-me-please' T-shirt on, so I welcome your comments. Tell me how you feel about me, about my life. Tell me how I feel about my life. And what I welcome the most: tell me please how my child feels about me. Educate me.
Do it today, because tomorrow I will not wear this T-shirt. And your words will hurt me. They will hurt me until I cry crawled into a little ball on my bed. I will cry helplessly for hours and any time I look up and see my little child's worrying face I cry even more. You will make me feel a failure, a bad person, a bad parent. I will feel guilty, upset and powerless. You will plant fear and doubts in my heart. I will not even question you.
But my child will ask me: why.
Tell me now what do you think how my child will feel seeing his mother like that. Please educate me on that, too.
But be quick and do it today, it will hurt tomorrow.
Or, you can just think before you talk. Stop educating me.
Not because it is none of your business and not even because you are not right.
I like that you are concerned about the world around you. You might be right, too.
But please stop educating me, because you take everything away from me. You take away my skill to listen to you, you kill my interest in your words. You take away the lesson that you want to share with me. You take away my power to live my own life.
Do you know how you can help me?
Let me trust you.
Understand me.
Respect me.
Suspect that there must be a reason why I do things like this and do not think right away that I am just an idiot.
Do love me.
Let me ask a question first and do not give me answers that I am not ready to take or I do not need.
I will know how to live my life, how to raise my child, in fact, my child will teach me, be reassured. What I need from you is just a smile, a cuddle and a few words telling me that I will know best.