Oh, how hard this is for me to admit.
I really wish it were not true, since I don’t like this about me.
I don’t mean to be a hypocrite.
But, I’ve realized how much of one I really am.
Don’t judge me, I will protest. You don’t really know me.
I hear stories about people.
Or witness things that they do.
And I judge.
I know I shouldn’t.
That the tiny little glimpse that I see or hear about…
It isn’t really who someone is.
That maybe I just saw them at their worst moment.
Maybe what I saw is something that they have never done before and have never done since.
Maybe it was a fluke.
Maybe I don’t know the whole story.
I was sitting in church today when a woman walked past me to take her seat…and what popped into my head was oh, that’s that slutty girl.
Really. Nice, huh?
Just because 2 or 3 years ago, at a moms’ night out that I didn’t even attend, my friends told me that she got drunk off her ass, flirted with all the guys around her, and then went home with some guy who most definitely was not her husband.
Do I know anything about what was going on in her life at that time? No, not at all.
Do I even know what is happening now? Nope.
But, I let one mistake that she made color my opinion of her.
I’ve done some stupid-ass stuff in my life.
And if someone were to judge me based on one of those moments, I’m sure they could come up with some charming labels for me.
I want to teach my kids not to judge.
That, unless they are actually in someone else’s exact situation, they don’t really know what is going on.
That they can’t know how they would react in that situation.
That there could be so much going on that we don’t know about.
I don’t want them to judge others.
To be accountable for their own actions and to realize that everyone makes mistakes…
Mistakes that I hope don’t have terrible lasting consequences and that people will not judge them by these moments of stupidity.
But, it’s something that I have to work on myself.
I don’t want to be a hypocrite.
Don’t judge me, I will protest. You don’t really know me….and I realize that I don’t know you, either.