
I used to think I was a nice person.
Did you ever notice, that you aren't as nice of a face painter, when some competition shows up?
I was doing my yearly freebie facepainting for my sons' school picnic. Every year, my head swells and grows with all the compliments thrown at me by the kids and the other parents. Aaagh yes, I AM wonderful. I am the best. I am AMAZING! THANK YOU, LITTLE PEOPLE. ........ Please.
This year as I am painting, a mom comments that she painted the day before for the preK and Kindergarten kids. I don't even look up. "Yeah, like you are really a REAL face painter," I thought. God should have struck me down. Well, she pulled out her stuff and had her own line of happily waiting children. The kids in my line were shouting at them, "Mrs. Shelley is the best. You should be in this line." I told them to stop; that it was very rude. The other mom was making many kids happy and helped take the load off of me.
Boy, it's sad, how less than friendly I was. It was as if I was saying, "these our MY people and they love ME. Take your beginner talent and go home." 48 and I still have a lot to learn. SORRY, fellow school mom. Wanna jam?