As Grand Dame of the Pity Party, I can spot a PP from ten paces. I can tell you all the kinds there are to be had because chances are I’ve had one of my own. When The Bee came home and proceeded to grouse about her day it broke my heart to hear it. In my heart I know she was imitating me but instead of feeling bad and saying “Woe is me!”, the mommy in me decided to focus on a more positive spin.
Here is another one my aunt used to share with me when she was a dazzling new college type. I need to re-read this a few times a month to keep my head on straight.
Mother to Son
Well, son, I’ll tell you:
Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
It’s had tacks in it,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor –Bare.
But all the time
I’se been a-climbin’ on,
And reachin’ landin’s,
And turnin’ corners,
And sometimes goin’ in the dark
Where there ain’t been no light.
So boy, don’t you turn back.
Don’t you set down on the steps
‘Cause you finds it’s kinder hard.
Don’t you fall now —
For I’se still goin’, honey,
I’se still climbin’,
And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
Doing the thing,