Your attitude matters

I was dropping off my daughter at school this morning. As she was getting out of the car, I said "Goodbye, have a great day." Her reply nothing. I then said "I love you!" Her reply nothing.

I pulled away like... Wow.

Now, I wasn't aware that I did anything specific to make my daughter angry or give her grounds to be rather rude but mornings aren't her favorite and the teenage moods are the real deal.

Most of the time I am able shake off these kind of hurts (or at least put them in the closet for the devil to use later) but as a pulled away this morning from her school, I was kinda sad. Then I was kinda mad.

Sad, that her attitude made me feel unimportant or disrespected. Mad that she's somewhat ungrateful and selfish. I'm not a perfect mother (person) and I'm sure I slammed the door without saying anything to the people in my life.. Often. But in that moment I realized that your attitude can really effect people... Both positively or negatively.

We're such emotional people. We go from happy- to- sad -to- angry and back to happy very easily. We say we're fine when were not and often we slam the door and walk away which speaks louder than a cheap sentimental goodbye.

I know we're not perfect and flawed through our sinfulness, but there are defining moments that we really must dig deeper and ask ourselves... How is my attitude effecting those around me.. cause it really does matters.

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