Firstly my apologies if you have the Aretha classic on repeat in your head after reading this title. I just have to see that word and I’ll be trundling round singing ‘ooo your kisses are sweeter than honey’ all the live long day. Sorry.
Anyway back to the point in hand, RESPECT. It is a word that commands it’s very meaning and can get you debating all day. It means so much to many yet it can be so flippantly disregarded as inconsequential and unnecessary.
I was raised at the school of always respect your elders, say please and thank you and don’t eat with your mouthful. I like to think being respectful toward my fellow human is a quality I possess. In fact I view it as common decency and think being polite and respectful is something that people should just be. My other half would probably say that I am perhaps a little too nice (soft) and that not everybody deserves the respect I tend to give. Sometimes I think he may be on to something. After all it is something earned not expected right? But then I’m not so sure. It doesn’t do any harm to show respect to someone you don’t know and can’t possible have earnt it.
Lately however I feel as though I am walking down a one way street of respect. I have been manoeuvring my 3 stones of tandem pushchair complete with two babies and shopping through a single door, one- handed, as people wait and watch me struggle to get through the door only for them to the. follow me through as I hold the bloody door open for them, go figure.
On that oh so rare occasion I am out of the house and stood at a bar without my ‘mummy’s left the house’ security tag going ape shit, if it is not my turn to be served I will always say ‘no this person was before me.’ Have I had this back? Have I f##k.
And then there was and I hate to say it, my first taste of blogging disrespect. Now don’t get me wrong I have been somewhat astounded as to just how respectful, welcoming and supportive 99.9% of the fellow bloggers I have encountered are. They are without doubt an amazing bunch of people. But in the last couple of weeks I have had the misfortune of stumbling upon my first bout of blogger bitterness and it stung. There is of course that horrendous post circulating that belittles and criticises mummy bloggers, by a former mummy blogger. I found this post to be hurtful and quite unnecessary, although not directly aimed at me per say I couldn’t help but feel upset at the sinister undercurrent and motive behind the post. I have thus heeded the approach of a dear blogging friend of mine and will not include the link to said article as I don’t wish to give it more attention than it deserves. Instead I will direct you to a post written by Mummy in a tutu in which she writes an articulated and well thought out response to and recap of said post. You can read this post here and I urge to do so.
Then there was a more personal affair. In the grand scheme of things it isn’t a big deal and I have by no means lost sleep over it but I found myself on the receiving end of what I considered to be somewhat petty and disrespectful behaviour of a fellow blogger. I will not elaborate as I do not wish to publicise anyone involved…rising above and all but I couldn’t help but think what has happened to respect? To decency? To just not being a knob?
Even if you don’t necessary like or agree with another, be it blogger, stranger or relative would it hurt to show some respect? To be polite toward them? To be the bigger person and look past any differences you may have had? Surely we can all spare 5 minutes of our time to just be a little bit nicer to people?
What I think I have to come to accept, is that respect might not always be reciprocal and equally it might not have been earned or deserved but for my part, I will continue to rise above and treat people with the level of respect I would expect in return and if I don’t get it so be it. Karma is a bitch ya know.