Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Justin and I
Justin Bieber. If you’re thinking, I may break out my hairbrush and attempt to rock out to one of his songs…. You would be wrong. It’s what my seven-year-old little boy said my new haircut looked like. Well as he put it “Momma, you look like a black-haired Justin Beiber.” And he continued on in his ventures of saving the world. Meanwhile… it took awhile to step away from the mirror to convince myself that he was wrong. And he was wrong, but that’s not the point.
Mean! The kid is mean… also wrong, but mostly mean. Now really, I’m 28 years old and my feelings weren’t really hurt. In fact, Dr. Pepper nearly came out my nose from laughter. It did make me stop and think, though, about how that comment or one similar could have really hurt a person’s feelings (no offense Mr. Bieber, you’re haircut suits your features just fine).
Lesson learned: I need to teach my children compassion.
See… he was wrong. There is no resemblance, my eyes are blue!