Monday, January 11, 2010
A young woman has had a tough life. I know nothing about her details or circumstances. I only know that she is one angry person. You know the type: loud and opinionated, interrupts and shouts down anyone who tries to tell her a fact, an opinion, or has a question. The world is out to get her. She knows better than everyone on earth.
There is absolutely NO way to have a conversation with this young woman. She is just filled with anger. But she doesn’t know that she’s angry. She thinks she keeps running into bimbos who have terrible ideas. Everyone she meets is wrong. If only she could set the world straight. Everyone is out of step, except her.
Now picture this young woman with a two-week old baby. She dotes on the baby, sort of. One gets the feeling that she dotes in order to show off what a great mom she is. She loudly brags about all the bad advice the doctors in the hospital gave her and how she isn’t doing what they said, because she knows better.
I’m sad, because her anger issues are going to spread and consume the life of this sweet baby. I’m sad that the baby has no chance in hell to become anything but another angry person. Perhaps another angry parent, some day.
How is it possible to help someone like this angry, young woman? She does not accept help and is far from gracious about anything that may appear to be advice.
I’m depressed when I think about the life that baby has to look forward to. I stop at a convenience store to buy some potato chips to help “drown” my sorrow.
I know. I have a problem with mood eating. That’s another topic for another day.
Be well, little baby. Grow up strong and happy. May you be blessed with loving and caring extended family members who can help you beyond the anger in which you are immersed. If I ever see you again, I will do my best to give you a happy day. And I will pray for you. Will that be enough?