Although this book has funny parts, it gets sad toward the end. It's always a sad thing to be me when you feel like you can't be yourself. During her life, she wanted her father's approval so much. She never wanted to embarrass him, but that's usually what happened. I can relate to Mishna in that way. As a child, I never wanted to embarrass my family, but it would happen, especially if I tried too hard. I was never the most popular kid. Whether it was my glasses or my friends or just the fact that I was in the room, I got teased. Like Mishna, at times I didn't know where I belonged.
The other day I asked if you would be friends with yourself if you weren't you. Today, my new question is, "As a child, were you 'down'? And by whose standards were you judging how 'down' you were? I know now that I used everyone's standards but my own to judge myself. It's kind of the human thing to do. You look to others for advice and guidance. However, if it guides you towards low self-esteem and self-hatred, you might want to get off of that bus. Now, I have God's standards as my judge. Even days that I don't feel I make the mark at least I can rest in the fact that I'm using a fair and holy judgment system.
My grateful list:
- My friend's good news (So proud of you)
- Mishna's story
- FINALLY finishing my payments for school (I had to charge $9 for some fee they didn't take out of my financial aid. Really Kent? Really?)
- Taco day in the cafeteria
- Finally having a hair goal...pray it works out for your girl.
I have to say I was all over the place as a kid. I was/am a bit different than most and therefore didn't always fit in. I had sports to help me bridge the gap and typically whatever cool I lost by being me was regained through the relationships made on the teams I played for. I was lucky in a lot of ways. I grew up with all the thugs in my hood. We went to school together, played together (because our parents were friends), and competed on the same teams. They accepted me. I was never "in" but I was cool.
ReplyDeleteWhen I look back on high school I think about how much of an experience I missed out on. I was quiet and reserved. I lived in my own world in a lot of ways. One of my teachers asked if I ever showed any emotion? He said I could be clinically depressed.
When think about it all, there were so many factors that had me down. Family issues, loss of family and friends, and regular life disappointments. The one saving grace is that my Grandmother always encouraged me to maintain my uniqueness and stand on my own.