Putting Things into Perspective
Growing up, I was like any other kid. Generally, I was pretty pleasant but I was prone to temper tantrums sometimes when I wouldn’t get my way. My little brother and sister and I would get into fights and especially when we were little, we would scratch, and claw, and pull each other’s hair. Things could get pretty ugly. Being the oldest, I usually took the brunt of the blame as I was supposed to be the one setting the example. Something would happen and I would get in trouble and my little brother would get off free. I would scream, “but that’s not fair!”
My mom would matter-of-factly state, “life’s not fair, sweetheart.” So frustrating. But as I’ve grown up, I’ve come to understand that advice more and more. Life isn’t fair. There are those who have it easy while others, not so much. I’m not complaining, I’ve had a pretty good life so far. My parents work hard so we’ve pretty much always had what we needed and a little extra too. Still though, I’m not usually the one with the newest clothes or shoes, the one who drives the nicest car, or the one with a beach house.