Bragging is a bit of a rite of passage. It's full of fun, pride and time to preen. One of my very favorite things about Face Book is the ability to share the good things and have folks be truly happy about the accomplishments of whomever the poster might be sharing. At our age, it's usually our kids or grandkids and sometimes even ourselves. But with whom and how do you share your disappointments? We all have them and internalizing them does little to boost your well being and a lot to challenge your blood pressure. It tapes shut those little boxes of happy endorphins that make us feel so good!
Last week I was really disappointed in a little someone who shall remain nameless....(but glaringly evident!) Our times together are genuinely the best times of my life. We laugh, we cry, we learn, we fail, we anticipate, we sing, we dance, we compete, we eat, we plan and we communicate often without words. "We manipulate" hasn't been one of our happy action verbs. Family dynamics are often interesting to say the least. A bright, young mind needs to be used for positivity and not negative ploys. Nothing tragic but hurtful and disappointing to the one who is always there. We have always had our own little family marriage. We've worked through sickness and health, good times and bad, and definitely richer or poorer! Not looking for a pat on the back but not a kick in the pants either. Grandma has always been (and always will be) a loyal fan but sometimes sitting the bench might help. From someone who's always the umpire, being on the defeated team is disappointing....especially if you're the only player!
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