Fair or Unfair?

I do not get on brilliantly with my mum. We have our disagreements, sometimes she makes me want to scream. But I have a mum, and she has always made sure that I had a cosy home, the best education, and a hug. On the other hand I get on so well with my dad, he is one man who has never grown up so, as a child, he was the best companion one could have. He still is now. And both mum and dad made sure nothing would harm me, they simply made me and my twin the centrepiece of their life, which looking back was very good parenting. And for most of my life, I thought that all children had what I had. It is only in my adult life that I realise that the things we took so for granted are nonexistent to some children. It's not fair. Life is not fair, but it shouldn't start being unfair right from childhood. Right now I guess I am not in a very good mood to blog. Not that I am lost for words, far from that, but talking right now could end me in hot water. I'll chill out first.

Sorry seems to be....

Today I heard shouting. Loads of it. For what? For 10 minutes? And why? Because we have been so intent on being equal to our counterparts that we do not even think of stopping and saying just one word ... Sorry. A short word, even a five year old knows that, but it's difficult even for a five year old to say. I know lots of people who would never dream of saying the sorry word, I know even less who would accept the sorry word, and far less who would think, stop and say it. It could be so simple, no shouting, no screaming, just sorry. That's all there is to it. I know someone who is excruciatingly perfect. It's not a bad thing, although I suppose he has to haggle sometimes. But he will accept the sorry word. The things we grown ups are missing are sad. We do not have to battle chest to chest for 10 minutes. I could throw my weight around so easily, but I don't because size does not come into it. Nor does gender, and in the case of this man, nor does authority. It is so beautiful to be able to work with someone who maps all your work out, every day without fail, and I respect that. I will also respect the little things he does without ever saying them. It is difficult to find someone who will have thought even the littlest of things out, so as not to embarrass you in any way, to have the support of someone who knows without asking that you're having a bad day. But ladies seem intent on knocking him down to size and that is so rude. Come on girls, give the man a chance. Big is not small and small might actually be big. I have had my share of disagreements in life, but somehow never with this man. And I will try my best not to. Although if I do, I know that we can settle it. Because I am ready to say the sorry word to someone who I know has taken the time to think. He is no dangerous man, not one bit of him spells out danger. He is perfect but also human, very very human. He does not find it entertaining to stab people's backs. But if we girls can blame our outbursts on PMS what is this good man going to blame his on? So relax girls, sit back and let him work. It will turn out for your own best. And sorry might seem to be the hardest word of all, but it's never broken any bones.