This weekend I had wonderful experiences.
I got to take pictures of a gorgeous family.
I went with my boys and an added friend to a beautiful park.
The sun was shining and the air smelled fresh and sweet.
I ate ice cream. Twice, for goodness' sake!
So why is it that the comments of someone I don't even like got under my skin? So much so that I actually spent time with a frown on my face, heaving sighs loud enough that my son finally said "Mom, you are the best mom ever. You do so many nice things for people. He's just a grump, don't let him get to you!". I mean, honestly, I'm more angry with myself that I spent two minute even THINKING about what this guy thought of me.
And angrier still that I modeled that behavior for my boy, who I am always telling "don't worry about what people think, ESPECIALLY people you don't like."
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