Recently I've been wondering what I would do if I was faced with a choice of my faith or my life. What would I really do if I had to choose between God's way and the... other way? I would like to think that I would obey God no matter what, regardless of the price.
In my ponderings I've realized that I face life-and-death choices every day - choices between the Way of Life and the... Other way. So how do I measure up? Do I stand up for what's right, or do I take the easy way out? Hmmmm, let's see...
How do I unwind at the end of a long and arduous day? Do I relish the opportunity for a spiritual detox by spending the last minutes of the day drinking in God's word, or meditating on His word or in some other way that connects me to my loving Creator? ... Or do I zone out in front of a TV or computer, or by listening to music with morally questionable lyrics (sorry, I just don't buy the idea that you can enjoy the tune without really "listening" to the words)?
Oh, I don't like the answer to that one.
How do I respond when I'm angry or hurt? Do I lovingly seek resolution and a greater understanding of others? ... Or do I explode, or retreat to my little cave to nurse my wounds and let them fester?
Nope, don't like the answer to that one either.
How do I react when faced with criticism (constructive or otherwise, it's irrelevant, really)? Do I honestly examine myself for truth in the criticism and actively seek to make restitution and change? ... Or do I explode with my own set of (definitely unconstructive) criticisms, or retreat back into that cave again?
Oh dear, this is not looking good at all.
There's a whole bunch more questions I could ask, but it's just getting too depressing...
Seriously, I have a lot to work on, but I thought it worth putting these thoughts out there because it is so easy to live life waiting for that Big Moment, or waiting for Circumstances to change so we can be our best and truest selves. Meanwhile, we are unconsciously laying a foundation for when that big moment does come. And if we're not careful, that foundation can be a very shaky one.
It's not just our outward selves, but our very thoughts and words that define who we truly are. Part of this post is also in response to reading discussions (among Christians) on Facebook that have really troubled me. Part of our calling is to separate our words and actions (not ourselves) from this world. The apostle Paul said that certain things shouldn't even be spoken about among Christians, and that there should be no crude joking among us. It becomes very difficult to separate our thoughts and words from that world when we voluntarily immerse ours minds in the blatantly amoral rubbish that dominates our TV screens. I know only too well because I have been there!
So... if you were faced with a life-and-death choice between right and wrong, what would you really do? The only way you can be sure that you will choose Right when you are faced with that Big Thing is by choosing Right now, in all the little things.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Why We Choose to Home Educate Our Kids
I'm writing this as a reminder to myself when I forget. I often read posts on homeschooling forums about terrible things happening at schools - extreme bullying, rejection of moral principles, declining rates of literacy and numeracy... To me, these aren't good enough reasons to keep our kids home. A choice made only out of fear of the alternatives is a coward's choice.
Sure, some bad stuff happens in schools, but bad stuff happens in lots of other places too. Sometimes the worst thing that happens to kids is their own parents. I'm working hard with God not to be one of those parents.
For our family, home education is about laying a foundation. To some people I guess it looks like being a crazy control-freak, but I want to have a say in what's going into my kids heads and hearts. I want them to know that fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge and wisdom, not numbers and the alphabet. I want them to understand that information that is not grounded in ultimate truth is worse than useless.
There are parents who can achieve these ends while sending their children to school. I congratulate them! I have seen a number of times just how vulnerable our girls are to misinformation. One day they will have the maturity to sift truth and right from the lies. One day they will have to stand against the tide of godlessness for themselves - or choose to go with it. Right now, I want to inundate them with the truth - with what it means to live for God day by day. All in preparation for the time when they will be swamped with lies and immorality and have to decide for themselves where they are going.
I don't hold up home education as the only way to bring children up in the "fear and admonition of God" by any means. It's a journey we embarked on after much prayer and discussion. In other families the prayer and discussion has led in a different direction.
I have to keep reminding myself that academics is one of the lowest priorities. My theoretical goal in our "school time" each day is to focus on character. Neat handwriting has no inherent value. The diligence and effort required to produce neat handwriting are valuable qualities. Getting every sum correct is neither here nor there, but being willing to recognise and correct mistakes is an essential quality. Artistic masterpieces will crumble into dust eventually, but working to improve drawing skills teaches the importance of growth and overcoming - characteristics with lasting merit.
Educating our children at home also allows us more time and energy to give to others. Instead of filling out endless worksheets (as happens in some, not all schools), our girls can use some of their writing time to write letters to people who could do with cheering up. Instead of the pages of meaningless sums that I remember from my childhood years (and yes, that experience taught me many important lessons, such as patience!), we can spend some of our maths time working out how much to tithe on pocket money... We could still do these things if our girls went to school, but I really appreciate the opportunity to incorporate them into their daily learning.
In the end, being able to keep our girls at home (and, of course, that doesn't mean we are actually at home all the time, we get out for a number of activities and errands each week) enables us to base their education on the foundation of God's word. I feel incredibly blessed to have the opportunity and capacity to put God front and centre in their lives each day.
I just need to live up to that responsibility! Being one of the weak of the world, I am so thankful that with God all things are possible!
Sure, some bad stuff happens in schools, but bad stuff happens in lots of other places too. Sometimes the worst thing that happens to kids is their own parents. I'm working hard with God not to be one of those parents.
For our family, home education is about laying a foundation. To some people I guess it looks like being a crazy control-freak, but I want to have a say in what's going into my kids heads and hearts. I want them to know that fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge and wisdom, not numbers and the alphabet. I want them to understand that information that is not grounded in ultimate truth is worse than useless.
There are parents who can achieve these ends while sending their children to school. I congratulate them! I have seen a number of times just how vulnerable our girls are to misinformation. One day they will have the maturity to sift truth and right from the lies. One day they will have to stand against the tide of godlessness for themselves - or choose to go with it. Right now, I want to inundate them with the truth - with what it means to live for God day by day. All in preparation for the time when they will be swamped with lies and immorality and have to decide for themselves where they are going.
I don't hold up home education as the only way to bring children up in the "fear and admonition of God" by any means. It's a journey we embarked on after much prayer and discussion. In other families the prayer and discussion has led in a different direction.
I have to keep reminding myself that academics is one of the lowest priorities. My theoretical goal in our "school time" each day is to focus on character. Neat handwriting has no inherent value. The diligence and effort required to produce neat handwriting are valuable qualities. Getting every sum correct is neither here nor there, but being willing to recognise and correct mistakes is an essential quality. Artistic masterpieces will crumble into dust eventually, but working to improve drawing skills teaches the importance of growth and overcoming - characteristics with lasting merit.
Educating our children at home also allows us more time and energy to give to others. Instead of filling out endless worksheets (as happens in some, not all schools), our girls can use some of their writing time to write letters to people who could do with cheering up. Instead of the pages of meaningless sums that I remember from my childhood years (and yes, that experience taught me many important lessons, such as patience!), we can spend some of our maths time working out how much to tithe on pocket money... We could still do these things if our girls went to school, but I really appreciate the opportunity to incorporate them into their daily learning.
In the end, being able to keep our girls at home (and, of course, that doesn't mean we are actually at home all the time, we get out for a number of activities and errands each week) enables us to base their education on the foundation of God's word. I feel incredibly blessed to have the opportunity and capacity to put God front and centre in their lives each day.
I just need to live up to that responsibility! Being one of the weak of the world, I am so thankful that with God all things are possible!
Saturday, February 6, 2010
The Gateway to the Brain (Why We are What We Eat)
We live in a toxic world. Incidence of allergic and behavioural diseases has exploded in the last couple of decades. Most scientists are puzzled by this. Of course, I don't have answers myself, but I know that when God created man and woman He said that it was good.
Whatever went wrong wasn't part of God's original design. Whatever went wrong is something we have done to ourselves over centuries of ignoring God's guidelines for eating and farming. The idea that we could make God's designs better by pumping unnatural fertilisers and pesticides onto crops is ludicrous. The idea that we can make our homes healthier by slathering them with layers of unnatural chemicals is ridiculous.
We have battled all kinds of illness in our family, and over time and looking into how our bodies work, I have started to have the tiniest inkling of how the gut and the lungs are major gateways to the brain. When the gut is leaky and undigested or partially-digested food gets into the bloodstream, some of it eventually makes it to the brain. When the lining of the gut is damaged and can't absorb food properly, the brain can be starved of vital nutrients. Some additives in food mimic neurotransmitters (substances that carry messages to and from the brain), and others can block the message pathways to and from the brain. Other additives can interact with these message pathways in a way that creates a drug-like effect. Likewise, chemicals that we inhale (usually without wanting to!) are often able to enter the bloodstream through the lungs and can play havoc with those message pathways.
God didn't make foods to be toxic, we did. God didn't make air to be toxic, we did. God didn't make water toxic, we did. Unfortunately (as our family have learned) we have very little control over what enters our bodies from the air. For reasons that I don't understand, some people seem to be more sensitive to these chemicals than others. Our family avoid many public buildings these days because of the effects of fumes from cleaning chemicals, carpets, and who knows what else.
We have a bit more control over what gets to our brains from our gut. However, most of us are so detached (without choice) from how our food is grown that it's hard to know what is really in the stuff that we put into our mouths... even if it is labelled "organic" or "biodynamic" or "hormone free" - there's a huge element of trust in believing that something really is chemical free. Sadly, a lot of processed "organic" foods still contain toxic elements such as MSG, just named in a way that makes them sound more benign (I won't even get started on that!). Although it is hard to know what is really in all our food, our family have noticed a huge difference in our general health since changing to a much simpler diet. We were never big eaters of processed foods, but the preservatives in dried fruits were probably one culprit for Angelina, who had the most obvious reactions.
Ultimately, I believe that all the damage we have done to our world and our own bodies will only be fixed by Christ at His return. However, when we have a choice, it is worth asking ourselves if we are inviting poisons into our body. Surely the gateway to the brain is worth guarding! It's food for thought, anyway! :)
Whatever went wrong wasn't part of God's original design. Whatever went wrong is something we have done to ourselves over centuries of ignoring God's guidelines for eating and farming. The idea that we could make God's designs better by pumping unnatural fertilisers and pesticides onto crops is ludicrous. The idea that we can make our homes healthier by slathering them with layers of unnatural chemicals is ridiculous.
We have battled all kinds of illness in our family, and over time and looking into how our bodies work, I have started to have the tiniest inkling of how the gut and the lungs are major gateways to the brain. When the gut is leaky and undigested or partially-digested food gets into the bloodstream, some of it eventually makes it to the brain. When the lining of the gut is damaged and can't absorb food properly, the brain can be starved of vital nutrients. Some additives in food mimic neurotransmitters (substances that carry messages to and from the brain), and others can block the message pathways to and from the brain. Other additives can interact with these message pathways in a way that creates a drug-like effect. Likewise, chemicals that we inhale (usually without wanting to!) are often able to enter the bloodstream through the lungs and can play havoc with those message pathways.
God didn't make foods to be toxic, we did. God didn't make air to be toxic, we did. God didn't make water toxic, we did. Unfortunately (as our family have learned) we have very little control over what enters our bodies from the air. For reasons that I don't understand, some people seem to be more sensitive to these chemicals than others. Our family avoid many public buildings these days because of the effects of fumes from cleaning chemicals, carpets, and who knows what else.
We have a bit more control over what gets to our brains from our gut. However, most of us are so detached (without choice) from how our food is grown that it's hard to know what is really in the stuff that we put into our mouths... even if it is labelled "organic" or "biodynamic" or "hormone free" - there's a huge element of trust in believing that something really is chemical free. Sadly, a lot of processed "organic" foods still contain toxic elements such as MSG, just named in a way that makes them sound more benign (I won't even get started on that!). Although it is hard to know what is really in all our food, our family have noticed a huge difference in our general health since changing to a much simpler diet. We were never big eaters of processed foods, but the preservatives in dried fruits were probably one culprit for Angelina, who had the most obvious reactions.
Ultimately, I believe that all the damage we have done to our world and our own bodies will only be fixed by Christ at His return. However, when we have a choice, it is worth asking ourselves if we are inviting poisons into our body. Surely the gateway to the brain is worth guarding! It's food for thought, anyway! :)
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Was God's Hand Not on Him That Day?
About seven months ago I had the opportunity to hear a survivor of the Black Saturday bushfires speak about how he and his family had been impacted on that day. By the end I'm pretty sure all his listeners were in tears. He told us about the tragic death of his brother in the fire. He also related to us how the fires from two directions stopped at the edges of the grounds of the conference centre he himself runs with his wife. A lady in the audience commented: "God's hand was really on you that day". His response was unexpected, but profound. I can't remember his exact words, so I'll have to paraphrase "I don't like to say that. My brother was a Christian and a husband and father. Was God's hand not on him that day?"
Since that day, I've pondered this a number of times. I think the majority of Christians believe that God is with us in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health... in theory. In theory we have faith that God loves us more than we can comprehend. But do our lives reflect that in practice?
When bad things happen, I often find myself responding as if God weren't there. I'm not suggesting that we should abdicate responsibility for our lives. However, when things outside our control go wrong, we can't change the outcome next time by doing things differently. Tragedy may strike us, even if we have prayed for God's guidance and wisdom in a particular area of our lives. If we focus all our energies on simply trying to prevent the same thing happening again, then we are saying one of two things: either that God is not strong enough/doesn't care enough to protect us OR that we ourselves in some way ignored or rejected God's guidance. Certainly there are times when we haven't "listened" to God, but when we have, we need to trust that the outcome - no matter how unpleasant - was according to His will.
We are often quick to praise God for the times of quiet and comfort - do we also praise Him in times of disquiet and discomfort? Aren't both in our best interests? Doesn't He know what circumstances will best promote our growth? Just imagine if the apostle Paul had given up on preaching the gospel the first time he was ship-wrecked or beaten!
Too often I find myself caught up in the badness of a bad situation, instead of asking what I can learn or how I can grow through the pain. Christ said "...blessed are the persecuted..." "...blessed are you when they revile you and persecute you..." Do we believe Him? Christ said "I'll never leave you, nor forsake you". Do we believe Him? God's hand is on us when we submit ourselves to Him, for richer or poorer, for better or worse, in sickness or in health... God doesn't suddenly abandon us in floods or fires or earthquakes or grief. Do we believe that?
King David wrote, "Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, Thy rod and Thy staff, they comfort me." Even in moments of the most profound tragedy, God's hand is on us. It's up to us to believe it.
Since that day, I've pondered this a number of times. I think the majority of Christians believe that God is with us in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health... in theory. In theory we have faith that God loves us more than we can comprehend. But do our lives reflect that in practice?
When bad things happen, I often find myself responding as if God weren't there. I'm not suggesting that we should abdicate responsibility for our lives. However, when things outside our control go wrong, we can't change the outcome next time by doing things differently. Tragedy may strike us, even if we have prayed for God's guidance and wisdom in a particular area of our lives. If we focus all our energies on simply trying to prevent the same thing happening again, then we are saying one of two things: either that God is not strong enough/doesn't care enough to protect us OR that we ourselves in some way ignored or rejected God's guidance. Certainly there are times when we haven't "listened" to God, but when we have, we need to trust that the outcome - no matter how unpleasant - was according to His will.
We are often quick to praise God for the times of quiet and comfort - do we also praise Him in times of disquiet and discomfort? Aren't both in our best interests? Doesn't He know what circumstances will best promote our growth? Just imagine if the apostle Paul had given up on preaching the gospel the first time he was ship-wrecked or beaten!
Too often I find myself caught up in the badness of a bad situation, instead of asking what I can learn or how I can grow through the pain. Christ said "...blessed are the persecuted..." "...blessed are you when they revile you and persecute you..." Do we believe Him? Christ said "I'll never leave you, nor forsake you". Do we believe Him? God's hand is on us when we submit ourselves to Him, for richer or poorer, for better or worse, in sickness or in health... God doesn't suddenly abandon us in floods or fires or earthquakes or grief. Do we believe that?
King David wrote, "Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, Thy rod and Thy staff, they comfort me." Even in moments of the most profound tragedy, God's hand is on us. It's up to us to believe it.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Leave a Hole Behind You
I'm priveleged to know some pretty special people. A few years ago now we had a pretty awful car accident. Our car was written off at the beginning of an extended holiday. We received all kinds of offers of help - including the loan of another car - from people I barely knew. We were loved and looked after by people who knew the Raamonster's parents, just because we were related to them.
They, like a number of other people we know, leave a hole behind them wherever they go. Wherever they are, they give something to others. When they are gone, that something is deeply missed. Some people leave an obvious hole behind them because they are bubbly and enthusiastic and full of energy. Others leave a hole that is felt, but not seen or understood - a quiet, empty place. We don't always recognise the loss when someone moves to another area, or is absent from church, or goes back home at the end of a holiday. Even if we don't recognise it, we do feel it - whether it is a huge, gaping chasm, or a quiet, empty place. I wonder - am I the kind of person who leaves a hole behind me?*
Leaving a hole behind us is not about being well-known, or even well-liked - it's about giving the best of what we've got from God. The kind of hole I'm talking about comes from God's presence in our lives, not our own amazing personalities. It's not about being seen - it's about just being.
We live in a world where people are becoming increasingly separate and self-centred. Too often my interactions with other people are focused on doing business, not building relationships. My life can easily become little more than a series of tasks to be done as quickly and easily as possible so I can then retreat completely into a world of electronic entertainment (such as reading other people's blogs :)). Again, I have to ask myself, do I give to others? Do I invest myself in relationships? Do I leave a hole behind me?
I'd like to encourage you to look people in the eye and smile, to listen more and talk less... Wherever you go, when you leave, try to leave a hole behind you.
* I'm pondering, not fishing for compliments!
They, like a number of other people we know, leave a hole behind them wherever they go. Wherever they are, they give something to others. When they are gone, that something is deeply missed. Some people leave an obvious hole behind them because they are bubbly and enthusiastic and full of energy. Others leave a hole that is felt, but not seen or understood - a quiet, empty place. We don't always recognise the loss when someone moves to another area, or is absent from church, or goes back home at the end of a holiday. Even if we don't recognise it, we do feel it - whether it is a huge, gaping chasm, or a quiet, empty place. I wonder - am I the kind of person who leaves a hole behind me?*
Leaving a hole behind us is not about being well-known, or even well-liked - it's about giving the best of what we've got from God. The kind of hole I'm talking about comes from God's presence in our lives, not our own amazing personalities. It's not about being seen - it's about just being.
We live in a world where people are becoming increasingly separate and self-centred. Too often my interactions with other people are focused on doing business, not building relationships. My life can easily become little more than a series of tasks to be done as quickly and easily as possible so I can then retreat completely into a world of electronic entertainment (such as reading other people's blogs :)). Again, I have to ask myself, do I give to others? Do I invest myself in relationships? Do I leave a hole behind me?
I'd like to encourage you to look people in the eye and smile, to listen more and talk less... Wherever you go, when you leave, try to leave a hole behind you.
* I'm pondering, not fishing for compliments!
Thursday, January 14, 2010
How It's All Going
So what is life really like homeschooling with four young children - one being a newborn? Well... I can't tell you that, because we're on holidays right now!
Seriously, you know how it is when people say "how are you?" - generally I answer in one or two words, that encapsulate my mood at that particular moment. Usually my automatic answer is "good"... unless I'm very tired!
This is the more detailed answer for anyone out there who might be interested. Let's see...
Baby is sleeping well. This is Very Good. I would really like it if she would sleep, like, eight hours at a stretch (at night!), but I'm quite happy to settle for three (gotta be realistic!). That is Much Better than what we have had to deal with at times with the other three girls. Despite the bliss of three hours sleep at a time, I'm still tired, but hey, that's just life. It's just a stage (I think) until I get old enough to have insomnia. :)
Baby is mostly quite content and settled when she is awake and being cuddled by me. She's not so happy being cuddled by her sisters... but maybe that's something to do with the way they poke her eyes. :) She doesn't mind being on the floor (the compulsory "tummy time" commanded by Those In Authority - according to them all development happens in this position) - for a short period of time. Again, all to be expected. She is starting to smile and coo, which makes me absolutely melt. I have to say that I feel like I'm appreciating Baby more than I did the others because I really understand now how quickly the years pass. When the others were younger, I had loads of older people tell me that those early years slip away, but I think it's one of those things you don't really get until you've lived it for a while.
Our family and friends have been just fantastic in providing all kinds of support - taking the older girls on outings, cooking us meals, doing shopping... I really appreciate how thoughtful so many people have been.
Personally, I have to admit, I'm struggling with fatigue. Not exactly physical fatigue, but emotional exhaustion from the constant output required to keep our household running. It's the things that only I can do that can wear me out at times. Only I can be a mother to my children - no one else can substitute at the end of the day. No matter how many other people listen to my children, teach them, and nurture them - they still want me to listen to them, teach them and nurture them. It is something that I want to do, and that, in theory, I love to do. It's not a job I'm looking to outsource, but it is quite draining. I think the emotional "wear and tear" comes from that intense desire to do a good job, conflicting with the reality of my human frailties. How thankful I am that God fills the gaps! As an introvert, I find the sustained chatter that my girls enjoy exhausting. Actively listening to them is hard work! Having said all that, it is worthwhile work, and I think there are still areas that I'm "wasting" emotional energy on trivia, instead of committing it to the really important things.
When I think about the the challenges that other people have faced in their lives - war, starvation, abuse, chronic pain, and the like - I can feel hopelessly inadequate. It seems quite pathetic to find anything hard in my middle-class life, but ... well, I can't make my brain stop feeling tired. I can be positive and resist the great enemy of discouragement and work on being the best that I can be with God pushing me along.
There are days when I feel discouraged and overwhelmed. There are many days when I feel disappointed that I'm not investing as much in the girls' lives as I would like. There are SO many things that I want to teach them yesterday. Not academic facts, but things about life, the universe and everything. I think those feelings are a bit like getting knocked over by a big wave - rather than fighting desperately against a force far more powerful than myself, I need to just let it pass and then get my head back above water.
Anyway, for the most part I'm at peace and content with where life is, but I wanted to share some of these thoughts for others who might be in a similar place. Often the picture other people see of our lives is all bright and shiny and seemingly perfect - the reality is something much more tired, and worn, and imperfect.
And with that I will say good night!
Seriously, you know how it is when people say "how are you?" - generally I answer in one or two words, that encapsulate my mood at that particular moment. Usually my automatic answer is "good"... unless I'm very tired!
This is the more detailed answer for anyone out there who might be interested. Let's see...
Baby is sleeping well. This is Very Good. I would really like it if she would sleep, like, eight hours at a stretch (at night!), but I'm quite happy to settle for three (gotta be realistic!). That is Much Better than what we have had to deal with at times with the other three girls. Despite the bliss of three hours sleep at a time, I'm still tired, but hey, that's just life. It's just a stage (I think) until I get old enough to have insomnia. :)
Baby is mostly quite content and settled when she is awake and being cuddled by me. She's not so happy being cuddled by her sisters... but maybe that's something to do with the way they poke her eyes. :) She doesn't mind being on the floor (the compulsory "tummy time" commanded by Those In Authority - according to them all development happens in this position) - for a short period of time. Again, all to be expected. She is starting to smile and coo, which makes me absolutely melt. I have to say that I feel like I'm appreciating Baby more than I did the others because I really understand now how quickly the years pass. When the others were younger, I had loads of older people tell me that those early years slip away, but I think it's one of those things you don't really get until you've lived it for a while.
Our family and friends have been just fantastic in providing all kinds of support - taking the older girls on outings, cooking us meals, doing shopping... I really appreciate how thoughtful so many people have been.
Personally, I have to admit, I'm struggling with fatigue. Not exactly physical fatigue, but emotional exhaustion from the constant output required to keep our household running. It's the things that only I can do that can wear me out at times. Only I can be a mother to my children - no one else can substitute at the end of the day. No matter how many other people listen to my children, teach them, and nurture them - they still want me to listen to them, teach them and nurture them. It is something that I want to do, and that, in theory, I love to do. It's not a job I'm looking to outsource, but it is quite draining. I think the emotional "wear and tear" comes from that intense desire to do a good job, conflicting with the reality of my human frailties. How thankful I am that God fills the gaps! As an introvert, I find the sustained chatter that my girls enjoy exhausting. Actively listening to them is hard work! Having said all that, it is worthwhile work, and I think there are still areas that I'm "wasting" emotional energy on trivia, instead of committing it to the really important things.
When I think about the the challenges that other people have faced in their lives - war, starvation, abuse, chronic pain, and the like - I can feel hopelessly inadequate. It seems quite pathetic to find anything hard in my middle-class life, but ... well, I can't make my brain stop feeling tired. I can be positive and resist the great enemy of discouragement and work on being the best that I can be with God pushing me along.
There are days when I feel discouraged and overwhelmed. There are many days when I feel disappointed that I'm not investing as much in the girls' lives as I would like. There are SO many things that I want to teach them yesterday. Not academic facts, but things about life, the universe and everything. I think those feelings are a bit like getting knocked over by a big wave - rather than fighting desperately against a force far more powerful than myself, I need to just let it pass and then get my head back above water.
Anyway, for the most part I'm at peace and content with where life is, but I wanted to share some of these thoughts for others who might be in a similar place. Often the picture other people see of our lives is all bright and shiny and seemingly perfect - the reality is something much more tired, and worn, and imperfect.
And with that I will say good night!
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
We are the "Them" We Keep Complaining About
You know how it is - more often than not, when something goes wrong in our lives, it is Someone Else's fault. We often look at the world as being made up of two groups of people: "Them" and "Us". "We" are all the friends and family who generally support the way we live our lives and don't criticize our decisions... or the people who are too disinterested to care or too far away to interfere. "They" are the Others - the people who dare to disagree with us or do things that we consider unsound or immoral. We often refer to "them" as "people". For example, "I just don't get people who... (fill the blank with an activity or thought process that you disapprove of)".
Often "they" are politicians or authority figures in some way. The thing is, we can't change "them" - we can't make them listen to us or do things our way. We *can* change "Us" - how we react and what we do to make things better. Too often, when we are complaining about "them" we are actually perpetuating a problem by not taking responsibility at our end. For example, when we complain about how much stuff gets imported from China, but aren't willing to pay a higher price for something produced without exploitation of people or resources. When we complain about the health care system, but aren't willing to pay more tax to fund a better one, then WE are the "them" we keep complaining about. When we complain about companies that pollute our air and water ways, but keep buying their products - then we are the "them" we keep complaining about. When we complain about the exploitation of children, but dress our five-year-olds in string bikinis and mini-skirts - then we are the "them" we keep complaining about. Basically, when we complain about the general unfairness of life, but don't do EVERYthing in our power to share our prosperity (not just money, but all the freedoms and priveleges we enjoy without even giving it a second thought) with those less fortunate than ourselves... then we are, and always will be, the "them" we keep complaining about.
So let's quit complaining about "them" (because - lets face it - "they" outnumber us by, like, six billion to one) and start doing something about us!
Often "they" are politicians or authority figures in some way. The thing is, we can't change "them" - we can't make them listen to us or do things our way. We *can* change "Us" - how we react and what we do to make things better. Too often, when we are complaining about "them" we are actually perpetuating a problem by not taking responsibility at our end. For example, when we complain about how much stuff gets imported from China, but aren't willing to pay a higher price for something produced without exploitation of people or resources. When we complain about the health care system, but aren't willing to pay more tax to fund a better one, then WE are the "them" we keep complaining about. When we complain about companies that pollute our air and water ways, but keep buying their products - then we are the "them" we keep complaining about. When we complain about the exploitation of children, but dress our five-year-olds in string bikinis and mini-skirts - then we are the "them" we keep complaining about. Basically, when we complain about the general unfairness of life, but don't do EVERYthing in our power to share our prosperity (not just money, but all the freedoms and priveleges we enjoy without even giving it a second thought) with those less fortunate than ourselves... then we are, and always will be, the "them" we keep complaining about.
So let's quit complaining about "them" (because - lets face it - "they" outnumber us by, like, six billion to one) and start doing something about us!
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