Over the past week, I've followed #theysaid and #shereplied on Twitter. Maybe you've seen the trending conversations. Women all over the world poured out painful memories of people's comments about their bodies. They've also encouraged one another and shared personal realizations about worth for the benefit of everyone.
In my own life, I remember words as if they were spoken yesterday. Friends and family members were likely oblivious to the pain they caused, speaking from their own insecurity or cultural scripts. Few people purposefully seek to harm, but comments like these sear the memory...
I love talking to you face-to-face, so instead of the blog I'd planned for this week, here's an off-the-cuff response to some of the emails I've received lately. I'm glad that you reached out and I hope you'll be encouraged by the resources I'm passing along to you.
He poses in front of first base, guarded and alert, resembling a wrestler ready for a match instead of the pint-sized tee-baller he is. Just one sock and pant leg has managed to slouch its way down to his ankle. A baseball cap is perched low on his forehead, but it’s crooked—bending an ear ever so slightly toward the dirt. He’s like a mitt-wielding, “Little-Rascal,” and the sight of him could bring a lumberjack to happy tears.
It’s humid here in North Carolina, but none of the kids seem to mind. They scramble for grounders and sprint from base to base, indifferent to the dust plumes that rise each time a wind blast pushes over the field. They’re filthy. Determined. And like an unconscious reflex, each little boy checks the expressions on their loved ones’ faces after every single play.
My hands are ripped, there’s chalk smudged across my midsection, and my mind is fried from a killer week of stress. Forget controlling my thoughts, they’re as powder-swirled and black as my t-shirt. There’s no more patience left for myself. I’ve given it all away...
M.S. in Marriage and Family Therapy. Earns Crossfit participation trophies. Disaster cook. Enthusiastic wife. #Boymom. Clutches her faith, not her pearls.