Sorry this is going to be one of those Soapbox posts. Its been a rough few days with my children; my older ones, specifically. (Places down a box and stands upon it …)
Rotting … we are rotting. Unheard of violence sweeps the world, diseases we can’t even begin to name (but are some how man-made) epidemics of mass panic proportions (including obesity). We are consuming chemicals and other substances that ‘manages’ aforementioned issues … including violence. To top those issues, we, across the world face the shrinking borders due to overpopulation, better communications and even better transportation. This boils to a head as we contemplate how to “fix” the economy, lack of jobs, societal issues on life, love, and the art of war, on top of which my country tries to force other countries to do as they do. Some countries have their social issues down pat (without the help of my country), I admit I am jealous of this … but then the grass is always greener on the other side. I couldn’t begin to imagine what it really is like to be a citizen of another country, just as others feel about what it’s really like here.
This is just my global view … let me be firm though: I love my country, I just really hate my Governing Body in every sense of the word (see the US Constitution as reference “Of the People, By the People and For the People” Other thoughts similar to my own see Thomas Jefferson’s works.)
On a, just my country, on a smaller level type of view is where this bent is focused. Something that I can no longer hold my tongue on. Its my WTF of the month.
My children are awesome … most of the time. They help with DJ, they do chores, they are polite and respectful. The past few days though. Well I wanted to tear out my hair.
DJ’s sick so much quarter is given, however grumpy it makes the rest of us as she fussed and fussed and …. well you get the picture.
Mei, in the middle, she’s been really, really needy the past few days. I think she’s getting sick.
And then Mo … the beginning to the river of thoughts to which I have introduced you above.
Parenting … what is parenting any more? Believe me there is a direct correlation to this. My husband and I have worked hard to produce the face of the personality which people see in my children in public. I am very, very proud of these two little sculptures about to be unleashed on the unsuspecting world as they reach their apprenticeship to adulthood. This agonizing period of time we all dread where we are letting go of them in their childhood, pushing them forward into adulthood.
This last weekend gave me pause.
It was not just my own child that brought me to this … It was also another child. Mo, has friends … this makes me do the happy dance …, he has three friends. Which is more than he has had in the past. *Dances Jig*
This last weekend we extended a hand of trust to the boy. We left him and a friend alone at the house, for several hours. -_- This actually went rather well … if you call two zombified preteens sitting in your living room playing Xbox a success. ha-ha-ha!
It was after his friend went home that we noticed a difference, we noticed that he was beginning to build his own chrysalis called the teenage years. We heard those grunts and groans that come with irritation at parental authority. We saw the “throwing” of the body … advising us that he was going to dig in his heels. I saw myself and all my other friends at that age (one of which was my husband) doing the same thing. I suspect it was the same with our parents before us. I wonder what we see in our parents that makes us repeat these actions.
They say that we are destined to become the adults in our lives as we mimic them to learn and grow.
What is our world to become now that most adults are addicted to technology … so much so … that we have them become the babysitter for our accessory children, to keep them out-of-the-way until we need to look good? Pardon while I go throw up …
I hope that my kids and the kids that come into my home to play with them see us not to addicted to our electronics to give them our full attention and listen to them. I hope that ours will always come to us when they have a problem they just can’t fix. I hope that we will always be the cool parents in the neighborhood… and I hope that by this they mimic our example when they have their own children.