...And One More Thing

OK. Confession. My husband read the last post and was hurt. He really meant it. He DID like my dinner. He was not being fake. He liked the salmon, the squash and the kale. His cool tools put-up came from the heart.

Which brings me to one more point. It is important to give compliments both to learn to give them, but also to teach others to believe them, and to accept graciously.

Compliments, true compliments with no undercurrent of meanness or no hidden insult, were so rare in my family growing up that when you heard them you believed you had misheard. Or you replayed them over and over to find where the mean comment was hidden. No compliment was ever just a compliment.

As a result I am wary of compliments. I can barely hear them, can rarely feel them, and, truth be told, they make me uncomfortable--even though I crave them like a hunk of Tcho dark chocolate.

So maybe if I had worked with the cool tools as a kindergartener I would be familiar with both giving and receiving compliments and not trash my poor husband on my blog.

Oh, well.