See the Glass Half Full

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By: Honey Good 

I tell personal stories because, as women, we have similar situations and thoughts. Communication leads to knowledge and ideas. Reading another woman’s way of dealing with life and its many adventures make you reflect on your own. Sharing is caring! So here goes another story. This one you can do with your children or grandchildren.

I have always seen the glass half full, tried to make lemonade out of lemons and in times of disappointment, I pick myself up and start all over again. However, I’ve realized not everyone sees the world this way and I often wonder how much has to do with our genes. So one day I did a "Honey test.”

Years ago, I was babysitting. My darling grandson was spending the day. It was time for milk and cookies. Into the kitchen, he toddled, holding onto my hand. I sat him down at the kitchen table. I walked over to the kitchen cabinet to take out his favorite cup and I had an idea…I would fill a glass half way up with water, sit down across from him at the kitchen table and ask him, “Do you see this glass of water half empty or half full?” I prayed he would say, “half full.”

I sat down across from him with the glass filled halfway between us, I lowered my head to match his and said, “Robbie! Do you see this glass of water half empty or half full?”

There was a long pause as he looked and looked. “I see the glass half full, Honey.”

“I am so happy you did! Don’t move while I go into the other room. I will be right back.”

I gave him a huge kiss! I happily raced into the den, grabbed a piece of construction paper and four magic markers, red, yellow, green and blue.

I took the construction paper, the “half full glass” of water and the markers and I printed at the top of the paper: “Always see the glass half full.” Under that I drew four tall glasses. I then let him color the glasses half way, one green, one blue, one yellow and one red as we munched on Oreo cookies and I told him a story I hoped he might understand about his prolific answer. I then signed the picture. “I love you, HONEY.”

Of course he was too young to understand the importance of his words. But, I was thrilled. So thrilled that I gave the painting to his mother to frame. It was lost.

Over the course of his growing up I would often mentioned our day together, the story, the lesson and its meaning. I have explained to him that everyone has some hills and valleys in their lives and to “see the glass half full” is a blessing. I tell him to “race up his mountains and climb his way out of his valleys, as he has seen his grandmother do.”

This story has gone “full circle!” I had an artist replicate “our” drawing in an oil painting that hangs behind his desk in his office. This story took place twenty- two years ago.

After he hung the painting, he called, and this was our conversation: “Honey, I hung the painting. It will hang behind every desk in every office I have all of my life. I love you so much, Honey.”

And, “I love you, Robbie, all the days of my life.”