Many, many years ago…so long ago that I was unable to find out the originator…someone created this:
Customer (or someone like that) says, “Call me a cab”.
Bartender (or someone like that) replies, “You’re a cab”.
Obviously, the customer wasn’t a cab, and the joke was considered very funny. It’s a joke that stands the test of time; its humor being re-played by our children along with “knock-knock/who’s there?” jokes.
While we probably have never actually called someone a cab, we often use other words to describe someone we love like darling, sweetheart, and honey. We don’t see them as jokes or get offended because we feel love behind the word. It doesn’t change the fact that we are not actually a darling, or a sweetheart, or a honey. We are who we are, and are not defined by those words.
During times of conflict, we often use words that are not very pretty to describe a person. I don’t think I have to write them down. We all know what they are. We’ve heard them. We’ve said them. When hateful or insulting words are directed towards another person, the intent is to offend and hurt them, but none of those words really define them. Unlike the words used with love behind them, we may get offended and hurt when they are directed at us, but it is actually the emotion behind the word that hurts.
We know in our hearts that what matters is who we are, not what we are called.
When someone calls you a name out of anger, just remember that “sticks and stones may break my bones, but names can never hurt me”.
Remember that the emotion prompting that name calling is fleeting…and let it go. Just breathe.
WANT TO USE THIS ARTICLE IN YOUR E-ZINE OR WEB SITE? Please do! Just be sure to include this complete blurb with it: My name is Laura Mozer Davis, and I was born over half a century ago. My life’s journey has included raising three children as a single parent while caring for my parents who both became disabled during the last 10 years of their lives. Now that my children are grown and my parents have passed into the next part of their journey, I finally have time for me to grow as a person, not as just a care-giver. What I am learning, however, is that my destiny is to always be a care-giver. When I started writing for The Daily Sisterhood blog, I realized that I was to continue my care-giving through my writing. If my words help even just one person find either solace or joy, I know my life continues to have meaning.