It’s a word commonly used in my home. A word I’ve thrown around many times to help especially my 16-year-old get (now 19-year-old) his point across. I remind him that I provide this so-called platform so he could speak up, have his own opinion, to let me know what’s on his mind, to educate me and open my eyes to HIS world.
A platform, not made of brick or wood or put together by contracted hands. Not one boldly placed in front of an audience for a performance or a lecture to be viewed by the masses. But a platform of internal construct, so we can externally be heard. Whether it’s at home, at the office, at school, or even at the DMV…we just crave that moment, those two minutes where the rest of the world just shuts up and focuses on what we have to say. Some view that as selfish. I say it’s educational. We learn from each other when someone is allowed to speak and we learn to truly stop and listen.
But why call this forum The Pretty Platform? In my opinion the word Pretty denotes something approachable, non intimidating, a thing to be contemplated, easy on the eyes and ears.
I’m not here to “lay down the law”. I’m not pretending to know it all. I’m not a psychologist, therapist or life coach. It’s just me.
Me: Most people start off their stat sheet with marital and child status. I’ll leave that as my icing on the cake.
My niece once gave me a card that sort of summed me up on the front cover.
It read: Tough Cookie – noun:
- Someone with the right mix of sweetness and strength.
- One who doesn’t crumble under pressure.
- A fighter who’s too busy kicking butt to sit down and cry, but know it’s okay to do both.
- A person who doesn’t always ask for support, but has lots of friends who would do anything to help.
- Sure, I strive to be tough but feel that kindness can take you even further. I’m still in the process of learning that lesson.
- We all crumble. I just have this awesome, magical hand vac that picks up the pieces.
- Despite my strength, I’m a great crier. An ugly crier, but that’s okay. Letting it out is very therapeutic. And…
- I love my family and friends so much, they are all one and the same.
A little more? Well, I don’t pretend to know all the facts, but I am very opinionated, which is not always highly received as a positive quality. I am part Vulcan, hoping that logic will ultimately trump emotion. I don’t mind being called Ma’am by the newer generation. I’m never shy about sharing my age, 42 and 336 days as of today (Now I’m 45). I miss my mom. I have a different set of standards that many won’t agree with, but that’s okay.
And here’s my icing: I’ve been married twice. The first time to a man who simply was at this point in my life the source that helped create my beautiful firstborn. And for the past 11 years (now going on 14 years) I have been married to my Best Friend. A man who is both my supporter and my challenger. My comic relief and my sound board. The most intelligent man I’ve encountered (to date) and wonderfully, I think he’s completely Vulcan. His knowledge and taste for all things in life continue to impress me. An amazingly dedicated, loving husband and father to all our boys. We’ll be calling him Big O throughout my blog.
Which brings me to the cherries on top, the added colorful and sweet sprinkles in our lives. Our 16, 5 and 1-year-old boys. (Surely, there will be many entry opportunities describing each of them down the line). Yes, the testosterone that permeates my home, my life, my every day is what keeps me going. (These kids are now 19, 8 and 4).
All this and more is why I need this platform. It’s why we all need a platform. I hope this one is “pretty” enough to keep you coming back for more.