Mother's Mini-Message # 7
The Trouble with Pleading Innocent
Today I will give you just a small taste of a subject we will be studying together in the near future. It is a key to your freedom, a mystery door that was closed eons ago. I urge you to walk with me, venture forth into unknown territory, and risk losing everything you have ever found annoying, infuriating, hurtful and irreconcilable about missed communications with others.
I am about to open a subject that has been supposedly settled ages ago, and I intend to make you question everything you thought you knew about human nature, forgiveness, and peaceful negotiations. I hope I have you interested. I will begin with a poem from Kathryn's book, Who Needs Light. It illustrates a particular personality trait that is all too familiar:
PASSIVE-AGGRESSIVEOh my, did I spill that?How clumsy of me.Your new suit, your briefcase,All sopping with tea.I wish I were suave andWell-ordered like you.I just stumble alongAnd - oops - step on your shoe.
You're competent, worldly,Not fearful like I am.You're brave and secure,You go forth like a lion,While I'm so distracted,My mind's left ajar...Oh, yes, did I tell youI totaled your car.
Oh, I'm so hopeless,
You'll hate me, you see,
I locked out the children
And misplaced the key.
But the neighbor was lovely,
The police were so gracious,
Now, where is my wallet?
I guess I've displaced it.
I'll just have to borrow
A wee bit of money.
I'm so glad I could help
When you needed me, Honey.