My daughter had an incident this week. Actually it was more of an accident. She fell, while in her school’s auditorium and cut a gouge out of the bottom of her chin. The wound required five stitches. It also meant she missed a biology test and I missed an afternoon of work during a very busy week. But, daughters come before work and school and all of the less important stuff, so I picked her up, took her to urgent care, and got her taken care of. Afterwards, she returned to school for a 3 hour band rehearsal session. I was proud of how she handled the entire incident, and she even told me thanks repeatedly for taking time out of my day to assist her.
Meanwhile, back at her school, it seems her band director decided to make some sort of odd remark about the incident, reminding the band students to be careful, because a female had been reckless and got hurt. He was referring to my young female, who, according to her story, was not being reckless when the accident happened. She simply tripped, fell, and gouged her chin on the floor. She is not a reckless female.
I’ve pondered the comment sent Tuesday evening, wondering if I should address the director or ask my husband to. I have done neither and most likely will ignore it.
Mainly because I keep thinking about Malala, a Pakistani girl who was shot by the Taliban because she insists on receiving an education. Simply put, she goes to school so they shot her. She’s 15 and I imagine her parents are proud yet worried sick. My daughter returned to school when done at urgent care, and faced no violence or persecution or scorn. Just a smart mouthed instructor who didn’t witness what happened. We can ignore him or address him or report him to school administration. Malala cannot ignore the Taliban.
My kids have recently expressed I complain a lot. My husband has too. My parents, in the past have voiced I haven’t always been grateful. When I think about my conversations with others, whether family, workmates or even strangers at the post office, I realize I do complain often. I’m a grade A griper. And I need to stop.
I follow A Couple Cooks and read their latest blog entry this morning: Gratitude. I’m taking their idea, and modifying it for myself. I’m self proclaiming November to be no.complain.november. I pledge not to gripe, tweet irritating things, complain my workplace only has one restroom for 13 staff plus clients, and though I cannot guarantee I’ll succeed, I pledge to not yell at irritating people while driving. Whoo! That last sentence was way too long. But I’m not complaining.
It will be hard not to whine about my own misgivings. I find I often self disrespect: my hair’s yucky, I need to take off a few pounds, I always burn toast, etc. I have what I need and much more. Plus I don’t live in fear, which I am so thankful for.
I’m going to start practicing today, so hopefully I’ll be more prepared come November 1.