Did Anyone Tell You How Awesome You Are Today?
However, as I think about my journey and my subsequent choice to heal through self expression, it leads me to think of others who have not made that choice. People that are critiqued, criticized, heralded as a heroes, or ripped to shreds for one reason or another via the internet and other forms of media.
Let me be very clear here. I love the internet and all other forms of media. I frequently weigh in as a marketing or pop culture expert for television shows, many of the hippest entertainment forums, and I write for 3 magazines and several blogs. I have a dynamic group of family, friends, and colleagues that I respect and love. I volunteer more than I work. Nixon is healthy and happy and so freakin awesome … on my worst day, I still know I’ve done one thing right! None of this means I don’t need to hear how awesome I am once in a while. I have weathered every imaginable comment, news story, gossip blog, and just plain made up ballyhoo, but it’s the “I’m proud of you,” the “I love you,” the “keep fighting,” the “we are standing with you” that brings tears to my eyes. Not the nasty ridiculous stuff, its low brow and let’s face it, hurt people … hurt people. But the heart felt understanding of what I am trying to do, that I want a better world for all of us and our children, that I WILL NEVER STAND DOWN, not for my rights, my child’s right nor YOUR RIGHTS either is what keeps me unafraid and able to face any battle.
Thank you. Let me be the first person to say I LOVE YOU and YOU ARE AWESOME! Today and everyday. I am here to remind you of this, and I will be every day. You are doing the best you can and though you may think no one notices, I believe we live among “Terrorists of Fun” that just refuse to acknowledge how freakin awesome we are. I think they are sad people. I think perhaps they may even be a skosh disappointed with their own choices and have made some awkward decision that hurting someone else will make them feel better, and if they say it out LOUD, or behind some stupid screen name not realizing that an IP address can be traced, that they will convince you it’s true. IT IS NOT TRUE, AND IT HOLDS NO MERIT. YOU ROCK!
Look, as women, we are born and bred to feel guilty. The moment the sperm meets the egg and we become pregnant, the “mother guilt” kicks in. There is really no way out of it except to give our children, or niece, nephew or pet the “evil eye” to relieve some of our guilt, when they are only doing what they were born to do, like picking his or her nose or chewing one of our favorite handbags.
Today, some venomous barbs were thrown my way, worse, they were thrown at Nixon, by some ridiculous shrew on twitter. Before I could even digest the heinous remarks, many of you jumped to our defense and I heard from @thebabyspotca just giving me a shout out. It brought tears to my eyes to know someone hears me and someone understands. The picture is not about me, it is about what we can do together, social consciousness. How can we make this world a better place for our children, our loved ones and our future? Well, it starts by changing the negatives to positive and taking time to ask as many people as you can “Did anyone tell you how awesome you are today?”. Then follow it up with giving them a heartfelt compliment, smile, or even help with something they need. If a hurtful barb comes your way, understand that the person spewing venom needs our compassion and it can only be rebuffed with calm and loving understanding that their poison does NOT belong to you. Just email firstname.lastname@example.org and I’ll back you up!
Friends, you helped pick me up today … YOU ARE AWESOME. @THEBABYSPOTCA YOU ARE AWESOME. You touched my heart right as I needed it. Thank you.
Now THAT is #MOM #MotivatingOtherMothers. Love and honor to all of you. #SpiritualGangster #WarriorMoms