Dear Bloggy Friends ~
I know y’all are probably sick of this… but after last week’s Letters of Intent by Mr. Daddy, I realized that a fair number of you held a kinder than realistic opinion of me.
Y’all are so nice to have jumped in and defended the fact that our family is not a “right-wing nut-job rant”.
Quite frankly… I kinda laughed that off.
Us? Right Wing Nut Jobs? Snort
Truth is, Mr. Daddy and I vote our conscience – not our party lines.
I expected some kind of gentlemanly discourse – cuz while we can get a little silly and tell some outrageous stories… this blog has never been a place of disrespect.
As I continued to read the comment left… the words aimed at Mr. Daddy began to create an ugly knot in my stomach: foolish lies, sound like an idiot, how stupid this all makes you look…
And I chalked it up to someone who wasn’t interested in discussing content, but rather preferred to hurl well-worn insults and run.
The last one froze the blood in my veins.
“I also feel sorry for your adorable little boy because he is going to filled with all this hatred.”
Here’s where some of you might think I’m better than I really am:
My response was carefully and genuinely worded.
But behind the text was a wounded wife and angry mother.
There were many things I didn’t write. But I wrote them and yelled them in my head. You have no idea how many times I backspaced, Dana.
Can I fill in the blanks for you? This was Julie’s Letters of Intent carnival.
A place where the average bloggy friend would vent or rant in a humorous way. A place where Mr. Daddy finally braved the dangerous waters of p-o-l-i-t-i-c-s on our blog - fully expecting that some or all would disagree.
And by golly that was perfectly fine. We’d be bored to pieces if we all believed exactly the same.
Mr. Daddy is the cerebral sort – who researches topics to a fault. He is careful of his opinions and is not in the slightest gullible. He is someone who is frustrated and concerned – as any American should be when they consider the challenges facing our country right now.
He is not a liar, an idiot, or someone who sounds stupid.
And he most certainly is not someone teaching his young son how to hate.
He is the man who was late to meet his wife for coffee. Late because he stopped to help a teenaged asian girl he saw by the side of the road… with her car in a water-filled ditch… frantic that her special-needs little brother was still in the car.
He is the man who got them to safety, and I am the one who gratefully hugged him later over those lattes.
Think he cared a bit who those kids’ parents voted for?
We’re not perfect. We don’t claim to be. I hope I am careful with my words so as not to hurt or anger others for no gain. The words I read last week hurt. But they lost their power when I realized that they simply weren’t true. Because my kid loves people. He loves them and he knows not a lick about politics or how they voted.
I’m grateful for the community here and want us to feel safe sharing.
Thanks for letting me unload.
A Happy Wife and Blessed Mother