Weeding...

'Ms. A, why are they like that?'
"Why is who like that?"
'People.'
"Come on baby, you are going to have to give me more to work with than that."
'Why are they so nice when you are doing nothing but so mean when you tighten up your game.'
Oh Oh...
"Well, I am sure there are a number of reasons. First it could simply be jealousy or maybe it is fear, the fear that if you do real well, you will forget them."
'They should know better, come on...'
'Sweetie, no one knows better until they know. And in some ways they are right.'
"Please, Ms. A I would never get brand new on my friends." Smiling I chose my words carefully....
"I am sure you wouldn't but sometimes you will have no choice. You my child are a flower. For years your buds were being choked by weeds. Now that you are fertilizing and watering yourself, the weeds are trying to choke you out."
"Ma'am?"
"What I am saying is that it is harder to be a flower than a weed. Weeds flourish, grow without any real care. Whereas a flower has to be nurtured to grow and even with all the watering, fertilizing and sunshine, sometimes the only way a flower can really come to full bloom is to be transplanted."
"That is so hard though, I don't want to be like that, forgetting where I came from."
'I know you don't and you don't have to forget where you came from, ever. What you have to do is remember that being from a place does not define you and you can be from somewhere and not of somewhere. And blooming will allow other flowers to take up the place of the weeds.'
"Oh, I see. It is that same thing you say about surrounding myself with good people, huh?"
'That's it sweetie, also the way to always remember where you came from is to reach back once you have been transplanted and sprinkle water, sunshine and fertilizer on someone else."
'Yes, ma'am. This flowering business sure is hard.'
"You bet it is, but is sure is beautiful."

Smooches,
angelia