"Harsh"

I want to share this great story, hoping that it somehow will open one's mind of how harsh they are to their loves one. I wonder why we can be nice to a stranger but be harsh to our own family members or partner or the children? Some might think they just wanting to be firm to their loves one, but there is a vast difference between being harsh and being firm. Being too harsh will only destroy one’s dignity. Make one feel reluctant to share anything with you. After sometimes it may sounds boring to them since they always get turn down. Thus, leads to deadening effects.A lot of people choose to set up so many rules, so many NO NO NO, ain't you think you are actually setting up harsh and unkind rules against yourself and also your loves one? No one is born without faults. We all live with mistakes, we all learn from the mistakes, and that is the way we survive. Remember, a round egg can be made square according to how you cut it, words would be harsh according to how you speak them. Well I am here not to censure anyone, cause I know I am one of them. I admitted that and I learn not to be harsh, to anyone. So, don't be harsh people, cause it hurts.

I ran into a stranger as he passed by.
"Oh excuse me please" was my reply.
He said, "Please excuse me too;
I wasn't watching for you."
We were very polite, this stranger and I.
We went on our way and we said good-bye.

But at home a different story is told,
how we treat our loved ones, young and old.

Later that day, cooking the evening meal,
my son stood beside me very still.
When I turned, I nearly knocked him down.
"Move out of the way," I said with a frown.
He walked away, his little heart broken.
I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.

While I lay awake in bed,
God's still small voice came to me and said,
"While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy you use,
but the children you love, you seem to abuse.
Go look on the kitchen floor,
you'll find some flowers there by the door."
"Those are the flowers he brought for you.
He picked them himself; pink, yellow and blue.
He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise,
and you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes."
By this time, I felt very small,
and now my tears began to fall.

I quietly went and knelt by his bed;
"Wake up, little one, wake up," I said.
"Are these the flowers you picked for me?"
He smiled, "I found 'em out by the tree."
"I picked 'em because they're pretty like you.
I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue."
I said, "Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today;
I shouldn't have yelled at you that way."
He said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay.
I love you anyway.
I said, "Son, I love you too,
and I do like the flowers, especially the blue."