Why do we let the little things bother us?
They poke at us just enough to make us uncomfortable, like a piece of grass caught on your sock. No, it doesnt hurt, it just drives you crazy.
Drama, girl and momma drama, gripe me the most. It is so elementary or should I say middle school. Its uncalled for.
Family drama, is nothing more than trying to control the family. It splits the family into groups - my side and their side and they leave everyone to choose their sides. And with choosing, you choose whether you will be welcomed or shunned.
For two years I went through the drama and all that goes with it of having a middle school daughter. About half way through her 8th grade year I decided I had had enough. No more. I would control what I could and leave the rest alone and let it sort its own self out. Give them enough rope and they'll hang them self.
Thats where I stand today. Some times I want to stick my hands in so bad and put my two cents worth in, thankfully tho, I think before I do. Especially when it comes to my kids.
This week I had my share of drama. What I want to do, what I need to do and what I actually do, have nothing in common.
Prayer is usually what I have to resort to because if I didnt, what I want to do, is what I would do. And that is not always a good thing.
I cease to be amazed at how if you just sit back and observe, how things will show its true self. Sit back and listen, its amazing what you will hear and learn. Like pieces of a puzzle, bits of stories start falling together exposing the truth. I saw that happen this week. I've been dealing with drama long enough to know when its been started by a kid or adult. This week - I was right - adult.
This momma is new to my playground, she dont know the rules, I'm giving it a few more days then I will let her know the rules. In a very polite southern charm way. :)
