Integrity

Integrity... what is it? Who has it? Does it play a role in our decision making process and how we treat others? In this "#1" society, does it even matter anymore? I came across a situation recently when I was treated with anything but integrity. According to one source, by definition, integrity is : a concept of consistency of actions, values, methods, measures, principles, expectations and outcomes.

When I look at the world... integrity is a lost art. We must not forget that we are all someone's son or daughter, mother or father, brother or sister. We all have value and should be treated as such. As I try and try to instill in my boys in this selfish and cruel world that we live in... treat others as you wish to be treated... to get respect, you must give respect. That is it... pure and simple.

It's just the way it is

I was thinking about a friend that I have and was realizing that our friendship is going through changes; it makes me sad. Not to be a downer or anything, but this is how I am feeling right now... Friendship should not be one sided. I have been there for many of your troubled times and it is rare that I call you in need. With that, I have realized that, we are at different places in our lives. You are very involved with your family; there for every event, high and low. I have school and work and sadly, my family is there when I can have time for it. Not my ideal, but I guess that is what happens when you decide what you want to do later in life. I guess that is where some of my inadequacies come into play. Your house is clean and put together, nicely decorated and in a beautiful location. Mine is not. Sure its OK, but I have neither the time nor the energy that it requires from me. I try, have big ideas and dreams, but I almost always fall short. I hear about your kids and think how great that they are so talented in so many ways. Sometimes hearing about all of their accomplishments makes me weak. I have the greatest kids whom I love with all of my beating heart. But I feel as though they could never compare with yours. I sometimes feel you think they are not as good or talented or special as yours. They are and I love them and care for them like no other. I do not have the strength anymore to deal with this friendship, I am tired. Tired for feeling less of a mom when I see all that you do; tired of feeling as though I am a failure because I have to miss something for work or school; tired of feeling like I have the poor house and you the rich. I am not perfect and neither are you. I know that you know that, but for now I have to work more on me and less on you. Tata for now... I know our paths will cross soon, but for now, I have to make it about me and my family.