by Betsy Otter Thompson
I consider myself something of an expert on this subject since I spent the first half of my life complaining; mostly about my mother. She isn’t this, she isn’t that, she did this wrong, she did that wrong, on and one it went. As I complained about her, she complained about me.
Who was this woman???
She was my perfect mirror, that’s who. Not until I stopped complaining did her complaining stop bothering me. These days, when someone’s behavior gets under my skin, I take a good look at my own behavior. As soon as I recognize self, I know what to do to fix the problem.