Hey, Dad, guess what happened today.
Today your granddaughter poured a glass of cold milk. She returned the jug in the fridge and when she turned around to get her glass, she accidentally knocked it over.
Milk spilled all over the counter and some of it dripped into the slightly opened drawer onto the silverware. Not fun.
I didn’t yell. I didn’t hit her. I didn’t beat her with a belt and called her names until she bled from the belt buckle breaking the skin.
I picked up a kitchen towel and helped her cleaned up. Together we took out the silverware to wash them. We cleaned the drawer. While we cleaned, we talked about her homework and how math just sucks. We laughed at the dog who was sleeping in a weird position.
I got another glass and poured her some more milk and sent her off to finish her math homework.
Dad, I broke the cycle. Your cycle. Papa B’s cycle. And his father’s cycle. Seriously, why did you overreact over the stupidest shit? Was the belt worth the $2 gallon of milk? You’re gone now, and I hate that even nearly 50 years later, when I see a glass of milk being spilt, I still wince…I still shake inside with fear…and I still want to cry.
What the hell, Dad? It was just milk.
#breakthecycle
There comes a point where you have to accept that you’re never going to be the best at everything.
We all have strengths and weaknesses, but how we handle them can determine our results in a major way. That’s why it’s so important to FORTIFY your weakness! #TuesdayThoughts