This week’s post isn’t about having a child.  It isn’t about being a new mom of advanced maternal age.  It is simply a rebuttal,  fused with some humor and what I believe is truth.  I don’t want you to think that I live a charmed life….although I think I do.  I don’t want haters and such people writing nasty comments on my blog…..although there have been several.  I want you to know my life is no grander and no worse than anyone’s.  I just happen to think I’m the luckiest chick in the world.  I know and accept the saying…”haters gonna hate.” I figured writing a blog would make me a target for criticism or worse. I kind of hoped just for the criticism, but hey, we can’t pick and choose.  Even my self deprecating humor has come hit me in the face like a dirty mud pie.  It’s all part of the territory.

The reason I say all of this is because people usually write and say nasty things because they feel something is lacking in their own life.  Something is making that person unhappy…so let’s just project it outward onto anyone and anything.  Well, I’d like to offer up an alternative to those folks dealing with their negative demons.  It’s something I do to keep my crazy at bay.   Instead of indulging in nasty and unattractive behavior, may I suggest indulging in a bowl of extra crunchy kettle cooked potato chips.  Preferably the ones made without additives.  Just good honest super crunchy potato chips.  (Trader Joes makes a superb chip).

You see, there is something truly satisfying about the crunch….the salt…the rote mechanics of putting your hand to your mouth.  Who ever thought you could get lost in a chip?….But I tell you, it’s possible. By bowl’s end you will find savory satisfaction.  You will find yourself fulfilled.  By bowl’s end you won’t feel like being a hater. You won’t be as stressed.  It’s my m.o. for unwinding.  Unhappy readers should try it.

There is a saying that goes like this.  “You can be the ripest, juiciest peach in the world, and there still is going to be somebody who doesn’t like peaches.”  I’m sure I’ll catch hell fire for that.  Someone will assume I think I’m the juicy peach.  Oh Please.  Meryl Streep said it perfectly when she made this statement:

“I no longer have patience for certain things, not because I’ve become arrogant, but simply because I reached a point in my life where I do not want to waste more time with what displeases me or hurts me. I have no patience for cynicism, excessive criticism and demands of any nature. I lost the will to please those who do not like me, to love those who do not love me and to smile at those who do not want to smile at me.”

Well amen to that.  If you disagree with something I write, by all means speak up and comment.  Respectful alternative viewpoints and conversations are healthy.  Nasty comments are not.  They honestly say more about the critic than they do about the subject.  So here’s another tactic.  Just don’t read my blog.  If something insenses you to the point of ugly unglued behavior, don’t read it.  And if you simply hate me because my life is so wonderful, well, then perhaps a shift in your perspective on your own life is in order.  Our lives are what we make of them..or what we believe them to be.  Perspective is everything.  From where I’m sitting, I’m the luckiest chick I know and the chips are extra crunchy.

Until next time, keep fighting the good fight and remember behind every great kid is a mom who is sure she is messing it up. As always, thanks for reading! Xo