Tuesday, August 19, 2014
Pots and Kettles
You know that time that you are reading something and you think.. "SHUT UP! I do/did/ OMG that is happening, all the time."
Yeah, that is me.
Facebook. Oh dear facebook... You teach so many lessons.
Recently a friend/acquaintance that has spent the last year going through a trauma posted about people complaining about mundane things, when they should be thankful because they are not seeing their baby dying or being sick. And I realized I use to do that.
I say use to because I did. Something I learned is that I can't judge a person by what I have had to go through.
Example #1: When I was pregnant and shortly( 8 years or so... cause it still bugs me but I don't say anything any more) after it bothered me to no end when people would complain about being pregnant. One of my best friends from my mission married a girl. They had a typical pregnancy and I was friends with his wife while they were going through their pregnancy. She started to complain about her pregnancy at 32 weeks. She was really adamant about some things and I made what I thought was a innocent comment and I got hate mail. LOT of it.
See, having had a 25 weeker, I can attest that having a baby early is not the best idea. I have learned that people never think that their kids will never come early. They, like myself, never imagine that the inside of doctors offices would feel like home, or that you will become best friends with your pediatrician. But then it happens. So hearing people complain about mundane things, like being uncomfortable and wanting an early baby would make my hide chapped.
Example #2: On Facebook ( see I told you, the place is FULL of life lessons.) there is a run on moms who get worried or upset over sending their kids into the operating room for ear tubes or strabismus surgery. They carry on like this ONE surgery is the end of the world. I think " Come on, it isn't brain surgery." But then I realize that this is just as hard for them as something like brain surgery, or botox is for us. Botox is no big deal. We don't think of the eye surgery or tubes as a big deal because we have done brain surgery, but the feelings of handing over your child is the same going in for small or big. Every mom is torn as the surgeon walks away with their child.
I guess, I am calling myself out. The pot calling the kettle black. In hopes of becoming better!