“No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than it’s opposite.”
Some very true words spoken by my main man Nels Mandela. In the short time I have been a mother, I have become a very compassionate person. (wahhhh sorry, another happy heart post and not a post about how my kid now shits in the potty–but hey guess what? I haven’t changed a diaper in over 2 weeks!!!). Anyways, I have always been a very sensitive person. I have always had a caring heart. I have always had a very “mothering” personality. My best friend told me that is what she loves most about me. I listen. I care. I have the biggest heart of anyone she knows. Well becoming a mother has made this tenfold.
I see a lot of hate every single day. In the news. On social media. In schools. It is incredibly disheartening. I often joke that I am going to home school the sass so she isn’t exposed to bullying or violence etc. 9 out of 10 times I am joking – but I would be lying if it doesn’t scare the piss out of me. (Which coincidentally would be a shit show in my house considering I just taught my child to piss in the toilet.)
I see hate for people who aren’t like others. Whether it’s someone who has a different skin color. Someone who doesn’t have the same religious beliefs as others. Someone who has a different sexual preference than someone else. Someone who chooses to be a vegan, or someone who chooses to eat meat. Someone who decides to breastfeed or bottle feed. Someone who picks Wendy’s over McDonalds, or Class Rock over Country. I see hate over silly, petty things every single day. It is really ridiculous. Honestly, it breaks my heart for society. I don’t agree with everyone, but I accept people for who they are.
I look at people hating on someone else because their life may be a little different than their own. Who knows? They may be of a different skin color. They may believe in something different or not believe at all. They be attracted to someone of the same sex or of a different sex. Deep down they may want to be someone they aren’t. They may be a single mother or a single father struggling the best they can. For Pete’s sake (who’s Pete by the way?) they may want to eat a big, greasy bacon cheeseburger after being a Vegan for 5 years. Every single person you are hating on- Every hateful thing you spit out of your mouth towards another individual, that other person is someone’s baby. I cannot even imagine experiencing this kind of hatred from someone else. Let alone listening to someone spout this kind of hatred towards my daughter. I will love my daughter no matter the life she chooses, because ya know what? She will make mistakes. She will grow up. She will learn from mistakes. She will change her mind a 100x about what she wants to be when she grows older, but guess what? She will always, always be my daughter and as a parent I will love her unconditionally. So the next time you have a negative thing to say about a woman in short skirt? Or a man covered in tattoos? Or the skinny woman picking at a salad? Stop for a minute before you say something. You don’t know what they have gone through. That is someone’s baby. What if it were your child? Your niece? Your nephew? Brother, Sister? Father? Mother?