Play Fair ~ (changing the way women treat each other)

If you want the tallest tower in the city you can go about it one of two ways.  The first way is you can tear down all the other towers.

As women, we all want to be beautiful and special, loved and respected . . . that’s a noble desire which I too possess.  We want to be a stunning tower in our city.  However your stunning tower may  appear as a threat to another tower.  The beautiful woman on the same block longs for her tower to be the tallest in the city, so what does she do . . . she breaks out the wrecking ball and starts tearing down your tower.  In an effort to improve her own status you are talked about, cut down and frowned upon while your shortcomings are celebrated.  Brick by brick, she’s tearing down your tower.  No doubt it’s painful as your tower crumbles under the direction of the demolition crew.

What’s equally painful is to realize we ourselves have been the demolition crew to someone else’s tower.  The harsh reality is we’ve all sat back in jealousy as a friend starts a new successful business or adventure and wished for their failure.  We’ve given that wrecking ball a good swing or two.  They’re taking exotic vacations flying first class while we’re struggling to make ends meet.  To build our own tower a bit taller we frown upon our successful friend, call them greedy and worldly and secretly wish for rain on their vacation – heck, maybe a monsoon might be more fitting.  We have failed to recognize perhaps they’ve worked hard, they’ve struggled and overcome - they deserve their tall tower.

If we take a look around our “city”, there are fallen towers all around.  Towers that have been hit time and time again by the wrecking ball of catty women.  They lay in broken pieces along our streets and you would hardly recognize their former glory.  The once lighthearted, happy-go-lucky, smiling Mama is now damaged beyond recognition.  Don’t you see these broken women all around?  They have lost faith in their fellow “woman-kind”, believing all women are out to tear down the neighboring towers in an effort to improve their own status and stature.  As you walk by, will you pick up a brick to throw at her ruins . . . or will you take the brick and begin to rebuild her walls?

Maybe you’re the demolished tower lying in the rubble – there's a brick in my hand.  My offered brick says I believe in your potential, I see your beauty, and I want you to stand tall with me and make this city spectacular.  Together our tall towers are more impressive, I need you up here with me!  Let’s swing the wrecking ball at our old catty ways and start fresh by rebuilding the women around us.  You make me better and I can in turn make you better, stronger, and taller . . . one confidence building brick at a time.

Who has a brick to offer your fellow Mama?