“Nice” Thoughts on Cinco de Mayo
I have been thinking a lot about people who are known as nice. Or maybe I should say “nice”. I have known several of these people in my life who others call “so nice” and they have been anything but nice. They tend to be friends of friends and everyone talks about how they are just the nicest person in the world but yet they have been just plain old fashioned mean. Which makes me wonder…are these people really that nice or do my friends have a really low bar about what nice is? And does that mean that I am not nice if they think those people are nice and go on and on about their extra special non existent niceness? Other thoughts: do people call me nice when I am not around? Am I known as being nice? What makes one nice? What does it take for people to tell others that someone is nice? What do you have to do? Do you bake? You have to bake, don’t you? And are those people nice but they think they can’t be nice to me because I am a strong woman? Do I need to appear weak for someone to be nice to me? Am I too confident to need niceness? Because I could use nice people to be nice to me. Someone tell me the answer to these questions!
Wow, that was a lot of baggage to unpack right there with you. But these are thoughts I think folks. I know you do too!
Don’t mind me, I’ll just be over here over thinking the people who are known as nice but are actually fake nice.
I am thankful my for nice friends. My nice, not fake nice friends.
And can I even express to you how proud I am of my friends? Two of my dear, dear girl friends ran for political offices this year. On Tuesday, they both won! I could not be more proud of these ladies!
Tonight I got to go to dinner with one of these dear friends. I was so blessed to be able to spend time with a couple of really good friends tonight. We all met about 10 years ago when we served on a volunteer marketing team for a charity. Since then we have gone through every single stage of motherhood and marriage together. It’s been such a gift to have such good friends and I’m so proud of us for sticking with the job of making sure we keep in contact.
It was a good night to go out with friends for drinks. However, we have been going to Brothers at Notre Dame and when it hits about 9:00 the carriage turns into a pumpkin…the lights are dimmed, the music is pumped, and we suddenly are reminded that we are all old enough to have college student children. Wowza. In short it makes us feel very, super old. “Nice”.
Today was Cinco de Mayo and it was also craziness today. It was so much running around, driving, dropping kids off, running to the antique booth to restock and reset, cleaning, cooking, homeschooling, working. All of this is normal, I know but nick’s still out of town and this momma is exhausted.
On the plus side I let Emma drive and we didn’t die. I did end up inadvertently taking her through the busiest intersection at Notre Dame during this week of craziness of graduation, people moving out, the Garth Brooks concert, and the Studebaker convention in town. She pulled over for me to take the wheel as she was pretty freaked out. It was “nice”.
And that was all in all my day. I hope you all are having a nice day. A truly nice day, not a fakey-fake nice day. A genuinely nice day. xo
