This morning, I am stirring my tea with a fork. All the spoons are in the dishwasher. Or in my teenage daughter’s room. My 5-year-old matter-of-factly using a fork to stir his hot cocoa earlier this week reminded me that A. We need more spoons and B. A fork does the job.
I love Mr. Rogers, but if we were having tea together, I would ask him, “Who are the helpers? How do we know they are here to help and not to hurt?” It’s not always black and white, is it?
Cue my book selections for this month.
We’re talking about …. helpers.
Recently, I was in a couple of situations that made me uncomfortable. Both times, I allowed something to happen because I wasn’t willing to rock the boat to make things different.
So Stewpot Susie that I am, now I’m looking back and trying to figure out if there was a way (IS a way) I could be true to myself without hurting anyone’s feelings. Or if I should just go with the flow in order to keep the peace.
