You've heard me say it before, and here I go again. I hate being a girl. I don't much like women in general. They tend to bring out the worst in me, and that's a hard pill to swallow sometimes. I don't want to be gossipy, snarky, or judgmental. And yet, sometimes, I allow myself to be those things when I'm with women. I always hate myself when I do, and it's been happening a lot lately.
Then there are those people who bring out the best in me. I really should spend more time with them. Today, for instance, they surprised me with this:
I sat down at my desk, not feeling like working at all, and as I reached for the scissors, I noticed this, sitting there next to my pens. It changed my day. It changed ME today. My boys (all three of them, lol) picked the flowers yesterday, put them in this little Coke bottle that I fell in love with in Ireland, and left it for me to discover on my own. I must've been in my office a dozen times since they placed it there, and yet, they kept quiet about it and let me make the discovery. How I love my men!
Then there's this girl:
She brings out the best in me, too. She laughs. A lot. She makes me happy. She melts my frustrations. She believes in me. She holds me accountable. She inspires me. She encourages me. She TEACHES me. How blessed I am to call my daughter, my friend.