Nobody's Doormat!



If there is one thing I've learned, as a woman and a mother, is that we have to take care of ourselves, or we won't be much good to anybody else.

I know it, I don't always practice it. I can sing it to the mountains and from the roof tops, but it doesn't come easily.

After reading over my written pages I've come to the conclusion if we don't treat ourselves with love and kindness we are destined to hand down the same legacy to our daughters. I think about it a lot, now that my daughter is a mommy (an excellent one too). And I thought about the advice my mother was given so many years ago, "Don't be any one's doormat."

So, beginning to feel my cold lifting I left for a few errands; first stop the post office. The line was short, thankfully, didn't know how long my pep would last.

A very large tow truck was directly behind my car as I walked out, it's engine humming loudly. I looked around for it's driver who was speaking to a woman a few spaces over. I thought, well, I'll just be patient. I'm sure he'll move his truck. Poor woman with the broken down car.

Two minutes went by and I thought about that doormat. I walked over to explain I was blocked in. He said he needed about fifteen minutes.

I thought for a second, wanting to be the good girl, the nice girl..."No, I can't wait fifteen minutes. You'll have to move your truck." He looked dumbfounded, as though he knew me, knew my kind, the kind who put up with anything. I walked over to my car and started the engine.  He followed me, and not too happily I might add, got into his truck and moved it down the parking lot. 

I backed up and out of there, escaping the bottleneck behind me.