tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423268544221503516.post5935704190003732177..comments2023-06-12T03:47:21.437-07:00Comments on Courage in a Woman is Often Mistaken for Insanity: Women - Be Kind to Other Women's ChildrenKellanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07882991320065439298noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423268544221503516.post-91745527834436021862013-07-23T10:18:43.318-07:002013-07-23T10:18:43.318-07:00And ... there you go!!! YAY - good for him - so p...And ... there you go!!! YAY - good for him - so proud of him!!Kellanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07882991320065439298noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423268544221503516.post-46715226737732477952013-07-23T04:40:58.070-07:002013-07-23T04:40:58.070-07:00That particular "holding the door open" ...That particular "holding the door open" child of mine is now wearing the uniform of an airborne infantryman stationed in Italy.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423268544221503516.post-85910421517230308512013-07-22T20:52:21.731-07:002013-07-22T20:52:21.731-07:00You know, I truly believe that adversity and drama...You know, I truly believe that adversity and drama and trauma can and does create character in a person, but ... I also believe that there is enough adversity and drama and trauma in life; it is not right for others to believe they have the right to inflict hatred and meanness on anybody - especially our children! I would have thanked your son and I would have commended him for being kind and courteous and I might not have told him but I would also have been supportive of him for being his own person!!Kellanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07882991320065439298noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2423268544221503516.post-55580209189555974822013-07-22T05:55:41.999-07:002013-07-22T05:55:41.999-07:00Oh Kellan, this one brought 2 things back to me. ...Oh Kellan, this one brought 2 things back to me. An incident in Pa with my middle child, my first son, and a neighbor. A hurtful incident for him, an infuriating one for me. I spoke to the offending woman, mother of 2. I even hugged her. Hugged her so tight I put the fear of April in her. And the lack of acknowledgement when my youngest son, dressed in a black metal band promoting t-shirt, black jeans, mohawk would hold the door open for customers going in and out of the shoppette on post. The people who did acknowledge him with a "thank you" where the ones still in uniform, young and old. Some of the mom's thanked him. It was the men in this case, no longer in uniform who gave him dirty looks. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com