Remind me why I don’t want to be a party mama please!
Self esteem and status. Self Esteem and Status…so women in North America are ruled by their self-esteem and status eh? You know when my self-esteem is high and life is going great, I don’t question this theory. I’m the first to admit that yes, I see it clear as day, especially when looking at the women around me. But me???? Noooo! Not me!
Ok, fine, even me. I would say I know myself really well. I know my natural strengths and character defects and can safely say that I live a life that is filled with joy and gratitude. Having fun and rich experiences seem to overrule my need to have material things.
Not long ago I caught a glimpse of a show called party mama’s on TV, and after watching the women act like spoiled brats, out of control B’s, that had no regard for their husbands that were forking out the money for the extravagant party for the four year old, I had to turn it off. I thanked God,(& my parents) that I had been given a no-problem disposition and a humble spirit of gratitude. I felt sick about the thought of ever taking on traits of the women on that show.
Recently one of my own friends said something that I had heard before; yes, I heard it on party mama’s. It sounded like this… “I want what I want and I don’t care how much it costs…” (there was more, but I can’t bear to write it). I left my friends sick to my stomach, and new that she had to be severed from my life. The problem was that I loved this woman and her family; hence the termoil. Then later I had a voice from the heavens tell me…
“SHE is not your problem.”
I always trust these loud audible messages,(I don’t always like them) so far they have always been EXACTLY what I needed to hear, no doubt a message from God. So I asked myself, “What is it, if it’s not her, why do I feel so enraged?What is my problem?”
The truth was, there was a part of me that wished I were more like her. The fact is, her temper tantrums get her stuff.
The fortunate (or unfortunate depending on how I look at it) thing for me is that I married a man who wouldn’t have married me if I had even a hint of “I want what I want, and I don’t care what it costs.” Nor would he ever tolerate temper tantrums.
There is no way I could ever behave like her and get away with it, and damn it, she drives a Mercedes, lives in the west end and seems to have access to as much money as she cares to spend.
A slice of humble pie please.
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