May 13, 2005

• hypocrisy;  1 : a feigning to be what one is not or to believe what one does not; especially : the false assumption of an appearance of virtue or religion
  2 : an act or instance of hypocrisy   (merriam-webster)

  
  

  How often do we say we hate hypocrisy?  And how often…do we practice it?

  
  

  I have a dear friend who my children love.   She gruff, she’s rough.  She’s quite possibly a bit scarey, but ya know what.  She’s real.  I mean it.  She calls a spade a spade.  You absolutely never have to guess where you stand with her…she’ll tell ya.  But ya know what she says it without anger, without name calling…she’ll just say that’s stupid.   And ya think for a second and yup she’s right it is.  *snicker*

  
  

  She loves working with two-three year olds.  My Kaylin who is the gentlest mildest soul should be terrified of Myrna…but instead she loves her.  Because she *knows* Myrna is real.   Kids are good judges of character.

  
  

  Myrna’s house caught on fire today.   There was an ambulance ride.   I know this due to my sisters scanner.  I know nothing else.  I’m so worried for her.  Cause…I have never ever told her how much I love her.   And cause my children would be absolutely devastated if she disappeared from their life.

  
  

  I haven’t thanked her for being real.   Once she drug me down.  Because it seemed everything she said was negative.  I spend almost every day all summer with her see–she’s a lake friend.   But now..I know she’s real.   She’s calls things the way she sees them, she doesn’t sugar coat them, if she thinks someones smart she tells them.  If she thinks someones dumb she tells them.   And there ya are.

  
  

  There’s a lady at church whom I regularly disagree with.   She has children my age.  On one thing we agree…Myrna’s wonderful with our children.  And we’re still in awe as to why. 

  
  

  I want to be real.  I want to be able to say without offense I don’t like that…or I love that.  Praise & Critiquing without offense.   And I desperately want to know that Myrna’s okay, so I can thank her for loving my children, and being real.  

  
  

  On that note I chatted with someone tonight that made me smile.   Cause she said I hadn’t offended her in awhile, which was a major accomplishment.   Maybe..just maybe I *am* learning.      Which of course means it must be time to put my foot in it.   Cause we always take one step forward and one step back.  Its amazing we ever actually move forward.

  
  

   

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