This morning as I was feeding the ball players at work, I started thinking that I wished I treated the people I love the most as well as I treated the players, and everyone else for that matter. I am sweet, and kind, and supportive. I totally spoil them. I understand that they are young and far away from home.
But at home with my boys, the ones I truly love, I am shitty. I yell and nag and behave in a manner I never would to other people. I would never yell, or belittle a friend, or someone at work or in a meeting.
So I guess I have to ask myself "Why is it that I treat the people I love the most the worst?"
If love and tolerance is our code shouldn't that start at home?