today i caught myself being my mom again. “no calling names,” i told stella, “be nice.”
funny how simple that rules is, yet how really hard it is to follow, even as a grown-up. i’m sorry to admit that occasionally name-calling slips out of my mouth, like in the grocery store parking lot, while my kids are listening.
my mom has always been the best about practicing what she preaches. i don’t remember her calling anyone names. and in our kidhood, when she’d get upset with us, she’d say “oooh, you kids make me so d-a-m mad.” she’d spell it out like that, and i guess leaving out the “n” meant she wasn’t even cussing in letters either.
i’d actually do well to be like my mom a little more often.
at jacki paper, we try to listen to our mothers, play fair, and not make faces or they might stay that way–all of which can be summed up in the simple rule: be nice. and since most of us (who aren’t my mom) could use a little reminder now and again, here’s a delightful little place for some help:
today, i'm going to try extra hard. i'm going over to the operation nice blog to play. wanna come?
