THOU SHALT NOT JUDGE A BOOK BY ITS COVER!
Just this evening I had an Instant Message conversation with my son who is now attending a State University. I have two beautiful children who I must say are officially adults. My son is my youngest and we have always had this special relationship.
His departure from home has certainly broken my heart, we all have growing pains. I am proud of his accomplishments and I am certain with all the changes we will look back and see how well he has done. He has always been a straight “A” student, one who always thinks outside of the box. He grew his hair long, plays in a band as the lead guitarist and enjoys heavy metal but appreciates all music. He can rock a stage or serenade your heart.
He recently had been trying and still is, to get involved with a Fraternity at his University.
He has been declined so far because he doesn’t wear polo shirts or believes that he should have to drink or do drugs. He looks different and voices his opinions as he respects women and his own values. This is not the norm. As his Mother, my blood pressure has been on the rise. I want to defend him yet I know I cannot. I sent him out into the world with everything I could teach him. I taught him well. I take credit for this but his spirit is hurting for not being accepted for the beautiful person he is. I am FURIOUS to say the least.
I don’t have rose colored glasses with my kids and I don’t really care who agrees with me. When did we become so broad minded as a society? Why do we judge a book by its cover? Never ever do such things. My Grandfather taught me valuable lessons. I have used those growing up. When I decided to come out of the closet so to speak about my Intuitive gifts, not many were so accepting. My parents are very accepting; I love that about them and my whole Family, even if they tease me now and then. I love that my children will tell their friends what I do for a living. I love who I am and what I do.
Personally, I could care less about people who take shots at me. I don’t let it affect me like I used too. I was so closed off and afraid of what others would say. Now, I could care less. It is what I do, not who I am. My message is very simple in this blog. Do not judge people based on their looks, color, race or job. You never know who they are inside, they could very well be the best friend or mate you ever had. Yes, be cautious because truly people can be deceitful. Yet, be open because people can be very wonderful and just because they look different or don’t act as you may or even myself, does not mean they are not absolutely wonderful souls.
Here’s to my son and all those that value and respect who and what they are!
Warmly,
Michelle