Being the Bigger Person

A person could sit there and say that in a horrible situation, they could be the bigger person, but in reality, when a situation happens, everybody starts to feel the prickle of anger swipe through their blood stream. What do you do when your whole life is shattered by one single individual person’s words? I have always failed at letting things go.

It’s not for lack of trying.

I always like to think that I have a sensitive heart, and that when someone thinks it’s funny to put a person down, they are really only doing it because their life sucks. It’s worse when they say it in front of a five year old child. From the beginning I was always in the way. I stepped in to help, but being that I am the outsider I was the number one target.

It hurt my five year old, and it hurt me. I wanted so badly to scream and cuss. I wanted to cry, hadn’t I had enough of a crappy life before? Did I really do something to deserve someone else’s insecurities added to my list of failures?

We all have days where we feel incredible anger. It takes over our minds, and leaves us in a mindless daze of revenge and outrage. The biggest question is, do we hurt those around us, or simply let the anger go?

I wish I could say that I was the bigger person in every bad situation, but then I would have to add being a liar to my list of flaws. I want to say something. I want send a text, a message, or a phone call and tell them to keep their life to themselves, and that if they had a problem with me to simply tell me rather than spewing my name to the world and to a child.

When you tell a child something nasty about another person you are only adding to their hurt. I know this game though. I know the challenge you can face when trying to correct a person’s wrong. Even if your intentions are pure good, someone can change that and in the end you lose control, or become the bad person. I don’t want to lower myself in any way. I want to be better, do better, and show my five year old better.

I have to do something right, and the only way to do that is to step out of the immature shadow that was thrust my way and step into the light of a parent, the shoes that sometimes are too hard to fill, but have to in order to make sure that my daughter never feels that it is okay to follow in the footsteps of a bully, into the life of someone insecure.