Wednesday, May 6, 2009

I've never been one to yell, but I found out today that I yell alot

At least in the eyes of my grand daughter, U'i. Was hard to hear that, or rather read it, she wrote that in a paper at school. That I yell too much, but I am nice sometimes. Was rather shocking. It has me depressed now. Wonder what else I don't know about myself. I'm sure she will tell me. Seems alot of people tell me what is wrong with me. What clothes I should wear, how I should wear my hair. What I should do in life. Interesting. I never feel the need to tell others what they should do, what they should wear, how they wasted their brains or their life. But, for some reason I am fair game. Interesting.


  1. Sometimes the frankness of children speak the truth. Maybe now you will catch yourself raising your voice and will take measures to talk calmly to her. Maybe she is also a bit more sensitive. One holler to one child is traumatic, to others, they barely listen.

  2. Honey Pie,

    I am sure she is making an observation and documented the change in your demeanor as a way to figure out why Grannie is so stressed. Children use stories to find their way and make sense of the world. I just hope you find a small stretch of each day to unwind a bit. How about chasing one of those wild chickens and giving it a peck on it's beak?

    Much love,

  3. Thank you both for your comments. I've asked forgiveness, and I've vowed to myself to watch how I talk. She said she is sorry for being so mean to me. Her words, not mine.


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