“Among my most prized possessions are words that I have never spoken.”
~Orson Scott Card
We all have those times in our lives when we know we have to take a break from some things in order to try and fix others. It’s been a minute since I sat down and wrote a thoughtful blog post. That changes today.
“If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.”
It is my belief that most of us have heard this at some time in our lives and I can honestly say that I have lived my life by it. Growing up, I heard it nearly every day. What makes a person repeat something like this to a child they are molding into an adult? I can think of a few reasons.
We can use words to create an escape for others, that’s one of the truly wonderful gifts of this world and I’m always aware that it lies right at my fingertips. On the other side of that are the times—and I pray they are less often although I fear they are not—when words are employed not to lift up but to hurt and bring down. As the Kings of Leon say, sometimes words lie at “the tip of your tongue, the top of your lungs.” It is those with the potential for anger and negativity that are best left unsaid.
When I was growing up, my mom was often called names and labeled negatively because of her lifestyle and wardrobe choices. Sure, she was a Single mom with a Red sports car with the personalized plate, “PaperDoll”. She wore Dove shorts, stockings and high heels. She had the Farrah Fawcett hair and spent a lot of time on The Vegas strip. She also Worked all day at the newspaper and danced all night at Caesar’s Palace. I’d look at her and think, “My mom is the blonde Wonder Woman.” Most days I was in awe of her. No matter how tough things got for us, every day, multiple times a day, I heard the words, “I love you, sweetie.” My mom never said a bad word against anyone, mind you, but she got an earful. Did people think her child wasn’t listening too? I heard.
Hooker. Prostitute. Groupie.