No Name Calling Allowed

My post, No One Has Permission To Steal My Joy is featured on Shanae's blog, Triumph and Tears, a place you will find joy in place of sadness. Head on over to her blog. You won't be disappointed.

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I overheard this conversation between a little guy and his dad at Home Depot. He was holding a few items recently purchased and although it looked to be a bit heavy for him, he lagged behind, trying to be "big".

"Dad, Claire called me a baby. I not a baby."

His dad replied back. "Are you a baby?"

" Noooo!"

" Then you don't need to worry if she calls you one or not because you're not a baby."

I thought how hurt the little guy was to be called a "baby". I wanted to tell him, "Little one, this is just the beginning of life for you. At times, you will have your feelings hurt by people that call themselves friends. You may even have a marriage proposal turned down or have someone make fun of you because of the way you dress. Someone may poke fun at you for what or Who you stand up for. No, It doesn't feel good to be called a baby at the moment, but isn't it nice to know that you are someone's baby? You belong to someone and you are their baby.

Comments

Brian Miller said…
smiles. i bet he would have appreciated those words...
March 3, 2011 at 9:41 PM
Nezzy (Cow Patty Surprise) said…
Yeah, I saw you over a Shanae's blog yesterday. Woohoo...I wasn't disappointed!!! :o)

Poor little fella has a'lotta life lessons ahead. I hope the teacher is as eloquent and carin' as you.

God bless you and have a fantastic Friday!!!
March 4, 2011 at 5:41 AM
Debbie said…
That is perfect! And life does deal one blow after another, doesn't it?
March 4, 2011 at 5:59 AM
Menopausal New Mom said…
I hope he has a mom at home who is as wise as you are :)
March 4, 2011 at 6:21 AM
ethelmaepotter! said…
I think I must be hormonal. Why else would I would crying all over my keyboard right now?
March 4, 2011 at 6:26 AM
Buckeroomama said…
I hope he'd hear those words from someone one day. :)

Wouldn't it be great if for one moment in time it would be okay to go up to another person's kid and say these kind words to them without people thinking you're some kind of weirdo? :)
March 4, 2011 at 6:43 AM
magdaayuk said…
I like what his father said. Basically regardless of what other people may call you, as long as you know WHO you are, then there should be no problem. Your self-worth, essentially, should come from within regardless of what others think of you. You have sweet words. It is comforting to know that we'll always be someone's baby.
March 4, 2011 at 7:25 AM
Shanae Branham said…
I love your perspective on this. It is nice to know you are somebody's baby!
March 4, 2011 at 12:43 PM
Joanna Jenkins said…
That's a great way to look at it Simone. Someday he'll really appreciate being someone's baby.
Have a good weekend, jj
March 4, 2011 at 6:55 PM
Deidra said…
I like that. Just because someone calls you something doesn't mean it's true. Good advice.
March 4, 2011 at 11:16 PM
Lin said…
I think he was with you until you called him a baby at the end. :0

Nobody likes the "b" word at that age.
March 6, 2011 at 3:42 PM
Veronica Lee said…
I hope the little boy has a mom as awesome as you. I love the way you look at life, Simone!

Have a fantastic week ahead. You deserve it.
March 6, 2011 at 11:32 PM
Relyn Lawson said…
Yes. Yes, exactly. I tell Sloane all the time, "You'll always be my baby. When you have grandchildren of your own, you'll be my only baby."
March 7, 2011 at 7:11 PM
Anonymous said…
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March 7, 2011 at 7:21 PM
natalee said…
awww..... that made my heart sing!!!!
March 10, 2011 at 2:55 PM
Anita said…
Isn't is funny how life can be so hard at times, but we still want to be here...which is a good thing. :)

Going to Shanae's blog now.
March 10, 2011 at 5:07 PM
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