Where the Rubber Meets the Road
*** Minor Non-Food Rant Alert *** Feel Free to Skip to the Food ***
Sometimes you just have to decide who you are as a person. I understand that we are all still influenced and ever evolving, but there are core standards that you choose to live by – or not. I have been up close and personal to the best of people and the worst this week. I have watched the horrific, shameful events of the last few days on TV. It represents the worst of all of us – not just one group – all of us. I am trying to imagine being the mother of a young, black man or police officer. Both must be frightened this morning – in fact, every morning. I worry about hidden sugar in food. They worry if their sons will be actually make it home to dinner.
I have also been exposed to another ickyness - kid friendships. Kids reach forks in the road. They are all maturing at different rates – physically, emotionally and socially. It’s exciting to meet new people and it’s natural to make new friends. Sometimes, some old friends may take off and leave others behind. Some may venture out to new kids who they have more in common with or may hold on tight to the familiar old pals. I see both of my kids struggling at times and it’s all a part of growing up.
Both the shootings and the kids stuff made me think about my own family and the lessons both to be reinforced and those be learned. Both our national problem and the kid stuff speak to the same issues. You just have to decide who you are as a person. Are you kind? Are you generous of heart? Are you considerate of the other person’s circumstances or feelings? Do you respect the humanity in others? Are you an includer? What do you value in people? Are you a homebody? Do you need others to feed your soul? These are all things I think about and then realize that by my choices, I am teaching my children how to navigate the world.
I spoke of “the best of people” above. I have seen witnesses to the shootings, black and white alike, tremble in horror and fury. Likewise, I was sharing some kid issues with two pals this week and they cried. They cried big, fat tears for MY child. That is how I feel this morning for the mothers of the murdered young men, both in uniform and out.
To be clear, our problems as a people are my problems. I can’t control the world - or the hidden sugars! – but I can control me. I will do my very best to send kind, generous, thoughtful little people into this world.
OK, that’s it. I feel better – a little ;)