A wise old owl lived in an oak
The more he saw the less he spoke
The less he spoke the more he heard.
Why can't we all be like that wise old bird?
When I was a teenager and throughout my 20s my stepfather used to tell me this saying over and over again. Its funny how over a decade later it seems to have sunk in, I think.
I haven't blogged in a while because things that have been happening really arent the sort of thing to put in a blog and "air my dirty laundry" so to speak, so all I will say on the subject is that I have been really hurt and treated badly to the point where I have been in a lot of mental and stressful pain, and so, instead of giving into my usual feelings and wanting to go upstairs bury my head under the duvet and hide and wallow like "Hippo Lady", I am going to do something completely different.
I will take the advice that has been given to me many many times, which has finally sunk in. I will stand up, brush myself down and concentrate on what is in the here and now.
I am so very lucky to have some "exceedingly" wonderful and loyal friends, who are honest and caring, also a husband who although may have his moments, deep down, loves me unconditionally which is wonderful. Who knows maybe my skin may start to be thickening up and I shall become Rhino Lady instead of Hippowoman.
I can blog this though, although I have had 7 children, I am finding the youngest rather trying at the moment, and disciplining him very very hard. I am not a great parent, I am constantly cocking up. Laughing at certain things my darling dna do when really sometimes its quite inappropriate. However, I am now going to again do something completely different. I will try and be a more consistant parent in my disciplining and pull my HUGE knickers up, stand up and try and be the kind of parent my kids can look back on and think......"Mum? she was great"!