Archive for April, 2007

Far From Perfect

Tuesday, April 24th, 2007

I will never be your perfect woman. I have faults that number too great to list. I am not Wonder Woman or Betty Crocker. I will never live up to your expectations. I will disappoint you and make your heart heavy. At times, you will want to scream in frustration at me. I will drive you insane and you will wonder what exactly it is you see in me.

But I will also amaze you. I will make you smile when the world weighs heavy on your shoulders. I will lift you up when you fear that you can’t go on any further. I will kneel with you in prayer and beg for mercy to our Father on high. I will make you feel like a king in your home and in your realm. I will entertain you when you are bored and back away when you are busy.

I will be the lady by your side in public. I will be the woman of your dreams in private. I will sacrifice myself for my family and embrace yours into what becomes ours. I will focus on the minutiae and multi-task like a mad-woman. I will keep the order and keep the peace. I will celebrate our successes and never keep tabs on our failures.

I want you to speak your mind to me. I want you to say what you feel when you feel it in the strength and power as it flows through you. I want you to grab me when I walk in the door in the evenings and kiss me hello. I want you to share your day with me using more than a total of 4 words. I want you to slip up quietly behind me and kiss my neck as I stand at the sink in the kitchen.

I want you to get up off the couch and come outside with me. Let’s dig in the dirt and plant a tree. Dig up the weeds with me, those that choke out life. I want you to come to bed each night at the same time I do and kiss my nose when we wake in the morning.

I want us to keep our own identity and also share the same dreams. I want us to sit on the porch swing and be comfortable only in the sounds of the chains scritch scratching. I want us to be equally at ease pouring out our hearts to one another. I want to know your secrets. I want to share mine with you.

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The Witness

Tuesday, April 17th, 2007

I had the worst stomach ache at work yesterday. It wasn’t something I ate and I know that I’m not coming down with anything. No, my stomach hurt because of something I witnessed. Yesterday I saw a child traumatized when he heard his father cuss out one of our tellers. The customer was obviously upset over a transaction he was unable to perform. What it was or why he couldn’t complete it is inconsequential to this story. But what he did next was inexcusable. He began to verbally assault this young woman, screaming at her to “f**k off,” and then he turned and stormed out of the lobby. His young son, who couldn’t have been more than 8 or 9 years old, was visably stunned. I could hear the sharp intake of his breath from across the lobby as he started to cry out towards his father, “daddy, no….don’t….don’t be so mean…”

How could anyone do such a thing? It is horrible enough that he used such language with another adult. But she’s tough, she can take it, she can see past the words. His young son will never forget that moment, I assure you.

My stomach hurt because I wonder how often this child has heard this from his father. I actually guess not much, judging from his shocked reaction this time. But what about the next time? And the time after that? What about in 20 years when this child is now an adult and decides to verbally abuse someone else? It has become an accepted pattern by now and he won’t think twice about it.

Yes, my stomach hurt quite bad.

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