When I’m an Old Lady

Thank you to @mommaserene who sent this over to me this morning.. it is perfection. I hope my son reads it someday and chuckles to himself – I will be doing this!

When I’m An Old Lady

When I’m an old lady, I’ll live with my son,
and make his life happy and filled with such fun,
I want to pay back all the joy he’s provided,
returning each deed. Oh, he’ll be so excited
. . . when I’m an old lady and live with my son.

I’ll write on the wall with red, white, and blue;
and bounce on the furniture wearing my shoes.
I’ll drink from the carton and then leave it out.
I’ll stuff all the toilets and oh, will he shout!
. . . when I’m an old lady and live with my son.

When he’s on the phone and just out of reach,
I’ll get into things like sugar and bleach.
Oh, he’ll snap his fingers and then shake his head,
and when he is done I’ll hide under the bed.
. . . when I’m an old lady and live with my son.

When my son’s wife cooks dinner and calls me to meals,
I’ll not eat my green beans or salads congealed.
I’ll gag on my okra, spill milk on the table,
and when she gets angry, run fast as I’m able.
. . . when I’m an old lady and live with my son.

I’ll sit close to the TV, thru the channels I’ll click,
I’ll cross both my eyes to see if they stick,
I’ll take off my socks and throw one away,
and play in the mud until the end of the day.
. . . when I’m an old lady and live with my son.

And later, in bed, I’ll lie back and sigh,
and thank God in prayer and then close my eyes;
and my son will look down with a smile slowly creeping,
and say with a groan, “She’s so sweet when she’s sleeping,”
. . . when I’m an old lady and live with my son.

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Change Your Shoes

It’s a common sentiment, “Walk a mile in my shoes”, or, “Try to relate,” it’s easy to tell someone to try to relate to someone else, but is it as easy to do?

Change Your Shoes

The truth is we are a self involved people. It’s hard to see past ourselves, our problems, our families and our hardships. I know we all mean well, at least most of us do, and we’d like to think we consider other people’s feelings pretty consistently, but do we really?

I don’t think so. If that were true and we were really good about empathizing with each other, the crime rates wouldn’t be as high and there would be less victims overall in every walk of life.

When you come across someone who gets under your skin, or makes you very angry with their actions, Stop. Take a breath. If you know this person well enough to know their circumstances, consider them before you become emotional, is there something in that persons’ life that is causing them to react to this situation in a way that they may not otherwise?

Have a little moment to yourself and think about the other person, what they might be going through, what kind of difficulties they could be facing in life, even if all you can muster is, “They must be having a bad day” that still gives you the mental understanding that there’s another person involved in this besides you, including whatever has happened to them today.

Your next question to yourself is this: Do I have to make this day harder on them? Immediately after that, ask yourself this: Can I make their day better?

Do you hold the key to a smile on that persons’ face? Use it! Can you do something to lighten their load and make life a little more bearable for them today? Do it! What do you have to lose by helping someone out today?

I challenge you this week to do one thing each day to bring a smile to someone’s else’s face, it doesn’t matter who or how easy or how hard it was, do it and then come back here and tell me about it, how did it make you feel to be the source of a smile?

Changing the shoes you’re seeing the world in can change your perspective drastically.

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