Sunday, June 07, 2009
So I took my baby to the Freedom Festival Baby Contest this weekend and had a blast. I met a super nice lady and we talked in line for the judging. Her child was darling and I thought she was cuter than the baby that won the prize. I think my baby was, too, but I know I will always believe she is cuter than any other baby. Mommy's prerogative. Anyway, I put a really long post on my daughter's blog about the whole event and even included a couple of paragraphs about the outfit worn by the baby who won. They were not flattering paragraphs. I meant them to be funny, but they came across as bitter and mean-spirited. I knew before I posted that they sounded wrong, but I still put them up. The more I thought about it the guiltier I felt. I don't need to be rude and judgmental but, well, I am. There. I confessed to it. I'm trying to be nicer but it's hard to break a habit. Part of the internal chastisement came from my last couple days of scripture study. You know those passages that say you will be judged the same way you judge others? I read those and thought, "Ah, crap. I'm in for a nasty judgment." Hopefully I'll get better and remember to think and say things about others as kindly as I hope others would do to me. At least now I took out the two offensive paragraphs from the post and plan not to talk about it anymore. That's a start, right?