my kindhearted friend

A good friend and my new running partner (even this sounds funny when I say it outloud), recently sent me a link to a video I want to share with you. With it she said “this youtube video made me think of you, my very kindhearted friend… it reflects just the kind of thing that you might have thought and stopped to do.”

After I watched it I thought about the great friends I have and how they really see me better than I really am and  see me the way I want to be seen. It is this way that our closest friends see us that make us try harder to live up to the notions they have of us.

I have had  a few  friends and boyfriends in my life, who saw me worse than I think I am and I could not continue those friendships. I realized somehow being with them would bring me down and I might get stuck there. The world is tough and can be cold- we have to surround ourselves with warm  people  who see us as wonderful and unique and  let us be everything we can be.

About 30 years ago I had a  friend/colleague and we were talking about this very high profile person who worked in Italy in our head office. She was older, unique, handsome, with a fiery temper and odd interests. I turned to my friend and said ” Oh I would just love to have dinner with her” and she said to me ” what on  earth would you possibly have to say to her?”

wow.

She was my friend and I liked her so much but I did not like the way she saw me.

I realize that those things are often said more as a reflection of how that person views themselves- but nonetheless,  it stuck out.

We want to come up to how we are seen not down.

I have some dirty little secrets to share with you this morning- click here and share yours too if you dare….

piss me off- let him experience a little discomfort/ boredom whatever

I went to a Music Night at my daughters’ school this week and there was a boy in front of me with an iPad and earphones and his hands so tight over his ears they were bulging redness (he looked exactly like this photo for one hour). He squeezed harder every time anyone played any music whatsoever or sang even a note.

Ok this was not Roy Thompson Hall  but it was pretty good.

And it was only an hour long.

But oh no junior has to be entertained, stimulated and assuaged for every second of his precious life.

If I was his mom I would have clipped him, made him sit up straight and clap politely at the end of each peice. Afterwards when we got home I would test him on each  element. (Ok that part is not true)

Yes, pass the crayons and the paper placemat when your kids are 2 -4 at a restaurant and you are trying to self medicate quietly with that one perfect glass of shiraz. But eventually we all need to grow up. Have you ever seen the family of 5 at a restaurant when the kids are s 8,11 and 14? Or 15, 18 and 21? Everyone has a screen and dad is leading the pack pinging the world about absolutely nothing while mom applies lipstick and shops for Itunes songs. Family time in the 21 st century.

I get a sinking  feeling when  people  normalize lousy behaviour. It makes me very nervous. Haven’t we all met people who avoid all discomfort only to find the slightest discomfort will de rail them? Discomfort is like training for anything – it builds up tolerance and strength. Not every moment has to be a Disney moment. Don’t get me started on the “need” for cellphones back in the classroom.

Would it be ok for us to just enjoy one singular event at a time? For what it is?

This stuff pisses me off. Is it torture to be at your sister’s music concert?

Ok, ok – let me put it to you this way- Isn’t torture a part of a normal, balanced childhood?

If you think my thumb is sore from texting – I hardly text at all. Click here to read about why my sore thumb makes me a little quiet.

divorcing nicely

Oh yeah and another thing that kind of bugs me this week in the news.

So Charles and Bonnie Bronfman, with embossed invitations and a lengthy list of guests, exotic canapes and cocktails , are calling it quits at a big fat party. Together.

After 3 years together – it just was not fun anymore. But the party promises to be.

garbage in and garbage out. Extensive TV watching and screen time are a disaster for both adults and kids. I worry that libraries that house real books closing in schools will prevent kids from knowing books and making them a life hobby and passion. Click here for bookacide