Your words

Am I abusing the blog?
Do I write too much?
Am I obnoxious and in love with my own thoughts?
I hope not.
I feel like I just want to get this out of my head.
I went to therapy for a while. But it felt like she just listened and didn't really help me. She said a few things that made sense, but didn't "solve" my issues.
So, this is becoming my surrogate therapy.

So, I know getting involved in your kids' drama is ridiculous. And Riley hates when I write about her. She thinks I'm not on her side. But yesterday there was so  much ugliness on the pages that it made me sad.
Just mean. I don't know about the way that kid was raised, but I raised mine to not be heartless. I fully understand being hurt by someone and lashing out at them. But, damn. I don't understand being cruel.
People are by nature vicious creatures. I have been hurt. I understand that. I even understand wanting to inflict pain as a means to alleviate your own. But, I am saddened by the way that people treat each other.
I just wanted to raise a person who has a beautiful heart. And I did. But she can be so much like me that I feel sad. I didn't want her to be the type of person who can be ruthless. I blame myself. Children mimic what they see. Children also do not understand the impact of their words. They think before they speak and rarely truly understand what they are even saying.
So, it's up to us as adults to teach our children compassion, sympathy and caring for our fellow human beings. Because regardless of how you feel a the moment, the words you say will live long after that in the heart of the person who received them.

All this being said, I need to practice what I preach and think of my words and the effect they may have.
Sometimes honesty is not the best policy. The truth can hurt worse than a lie.