Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Unexpected Life Lessons
A guy who is lovingly termed LSU Bob, because he ALWAYS wears LSU colors and goes to every single football game they play, recently confirmed that this was in fact a true bit of salacious information. He was unfortunately on the receiving end of a Prozie’s tantrum when he took her usual bike in spin because he, the poor sop, didn’t know she had claimed that bike fit for only her size zero bottom.
Let me tell you up front, I am not a Prozie. There is nothing fake on me except my hair color, which is only colored because at thirty-eight I think it highly unfair that I have so much gray hair. I suppose I’ll be like my dear old grandmother, God rest her soul, who had lovely chocolate brown hair until the day we buried her. Of course, it was velvety brown because she religiously visited the salon every four weeks, and I have taken it upon myself not to let that tradition fall to the waste side, or at least that’s the excuse I give myself for the ridiculous amount of money I pay my hot French hairdresser every four weeks. Does this make me a member of “Prozac Nation”? Not even close, ladies.
First of all, I do not have more money than I know what to do with, I am lily white, I spend no more than an hour at the gym five days a week, and I still, unfortunately have the breasts I was left with after giving birth to two children. Here’s the clincher though – I have recently gotten to know a Prozie because I started doing spin class, and I realized who am I too judge this woman? Don’t we all want to look our best? If I had the extra money, I might get some sort of breast surgery, although I doubt it because I hate needles, pain and the idea of something fake inside of me.
As I approach thirty-nine, I realize I am constantly re-learning lessons I strive every day to teach my children. I sat and listened to a man speak last week who said, “The mistakes of your parenting will ripple down through your children’s lives forever.” This struck a chord in me and made me gulp. I don’t want my children to be judgmental people. I never thought I was, but I was reminded this week that I constantly have to strive to be a good person, and I hope I teach my children constantly to strive to be good and truly kind in their lives. There’s no way to avoid not making parenting mistakes, because I am human, after all. But I know I can teach my children to go forward in life and lift themselves to a higher realm where they look into people’s hearts and judge what’s there and not what’s on the outside.
Is there a lesson you have re-learned or something you hope to instill in your children or tried to instill in your grown child? I’d love to hear from you!
Have a great day!
Julie Johnstone, The Marchioness of Mayhem