It's your Queendom!

We all want to feel special.  It’s a wonderful feeling when that man picks up a rose to bring to you just because, or he recognizes the efforts you’ve made to make your house a home.  Maybe one night he runs you a bath, bathes you and, using some warm baby oil, massages every inch of your body.  (It’s ok to take a deep sigh here J)

But we all know a few people who want to be special to everybody.  Thinking themselves entitled to some special treatment or consideration. 

You’re feeling really good this morning so you stop and get 2 dozen donuts for the office.  You keep it simple and get all glazed.  Everyone in the office thinks it was thoughtful of you and grabs donuts for their coffee.  But then there’s that one co-worker, let’s call her Nancy, who peers into the donut boxes with a frown.  She says to you, “All you got is glazed?  I wish you’d called and told me you were picking up donuts I’d have told you to get me 2 blueberry donuts.  I’m not a big fan of glazed donuts.”

You’re planning a girls night get together with your crew.  You plan to make a salad, maybe some baked beans, throw some chicken and burgers on the grill, cold drinks, good music, and great conversation.  You plan for about 10 women including yourself.  But your cousin Shonda, true to form,  shows up with a new beau and 2 of her girlfriends.  Folks you don’t know and didn’t invite.  She tells you, “They (meaning her beau and friends) didn’t have any plans for the evening so she figured they may as well come to your house with her for the cookout.”

Are you getting the picture?

Fortunately for folks like Shonda and Nancy you’re momma raised you to be nice.  You could tell Nancy to eat a glazed donut or nothing at all, and that you did not have nor ever will have any inclination to make a special call to find out what kind of donut she wants.   You could tell Shonda, in front of her guests, that they weren't invited and she'll just have to take them somewhere else. 

What the Nancys and Shondas of the world don’t understand is that YOU are Queen in your queendom.  That they are neither a princess nor duchess.  But part of the citizenry privileged enough to be in your immediate presence.  Their queendom does not usurp yours when you choose to do something gracious (LOL…I happen to know that you are a gracious queen).

The next time you’re faced with a Nancy or Shonda,  just look them in the eye and say:

WELCOME TO MY QUEENDOM!!