Before I begin, I want to make it clear.. the following post is not about politics, it is not to upset any one person and it is not “calling anyone out”. What it should be is a wake up call of sorts. I’m not looking for confrontation or my two minutes of going viral. I apologize in advance if you don’t agree.. that is your prerogative and you can kindly move on.
At what point did being responsible for one’s own actions fade away? Does anyone remember the old adage of treat others how you want to be treated? As a kid, that saying was said repeatedly so that we would remember how to act towards others. The recent drama on the United Airlines flight made me think. We will likely never know the entire story. The few minutes of video that has gone viral cast a light of unfair treatment to an individual, BUT how can you assume that you know what happened leading up to the event? Unless you were present for the whole dramatic downfall of one flight, you are choosing to be blind to the reality of why officials did what they did. I am not saying that there weren’t faults to be had on all parts, I can’t speak on that per say because I was not there, but I am mature enough to draw an opinion based on facts and the realization that I do not, nor will I ever, have all of the information to draw a fair conclusion.
Outside of the airline incident, I will never be able to grasp how responsibility has been dismissed, and replaced with blame. If I may say it this way.. why is everyone so butt-hurt about everything? The rioting, protesting, fighting.. everything is so out of control these days. Many years ago, a beautiful man, Martin Luther King, made history, voicing his opinion and concern for the human race by peacefully speaking his voice. He didn’t break anything or hurt anyone. He made history in the most respectful way! Fast forward many years and now we have college students throwing toddler-like tantrums in the streets, in a failed attempt at, what.. control?! This is exactly how I do not want my children raised. Over the past four years, I have given you some serious insight of how I view the world and, mostly, how I raise my kids. There is no entitlement in my house. Oh no. You will use your manners, speak to adults respectfully and say ‘please’ and ‘thank you’. That said, if there is something that I can avoid in this life, it is the fact that my kids will not be getting a trophy for participation!
Just this week my husband and I made a very fun decision for our five-year old to join martial arts. He is such an outgoing boy with a bursting personality. His heart is kind and loving, all while being a tough kid. He truly has a heart of gold. His father and I want to encapsulate that childhood trait for many years to come. We want him to understand that hard work is the key to everything worthwhile. While speaking to the instructor at the gym, he said that this is one sport that is not instant gratification. We LOVE that! Not only should our kids be taught the importance of hard work, they also need an understanding of patience. Instant gratification is not reality. I can only hope that he sees us, his parents, leading by example. As it is said that it takes a village to raise a child, I agree. But I do draw the line quickly at that statement. Although village cooperation is appreciated in the upbringing of my kids, I do not pass them off to be anyone else’s responsibility. I brought them into this world, they are mine, and I take full responsibility for how they are brought up. Passing the buck is not my forte.
Have I lost you yet? I sure hope not. I’m not here to make enemies, just speaking my mind. I made an outlet for my voice. One that doesn’t include degrading or belittling anyone. If that were my goal, then I would not be any different from those that I disagree with. I will be the first to say that I am not a lovey-dovey person. I do most things differently and following the crowd has never been me. But, I do love the old way of life. Treating others with respect, making nice gestures for those with no expectation of something in return, and loving my neighbor for who they are. I may not show it on a daily basis, but I will help however I can. I will not allow my kids to see me do anything that I wouldn’t want them to do. When my husband and I met, I warned him that I have a black heart. Seriously, funny as it sounds, that is me. Generally, I don’t care what everyone else is doing. I wish the best for everyone, yet I don’t care to be involved in anyone’s life, unless asked to be.
I don’t understand why all the crying; why all the complaining; why all the fighting. What I do know is that not one of the people causing the drama (whatever kind it is) would want anyone else doing such things to their loved ones. Please don’t take that as I don’t agree with standing up for one’s self or beliefs. I totally get that, but where is the element of respect? What happened to that? How can anyone expect respect, when they refuse to give it? Everyone has a job to do. Those working in public safety (police, airport officials, military, etc), I give you the utmost respect. You do a job that most of us never could. You go to bed each night with nightmares of the tragedies you’ve witnessed. And I will NOT be the one to make your day worse. I pray for you each day to make it home to your family, unharmed. I pray that we all have good days and not ones full of hate.
That is all for now. I hope I didn’t offend you, but if I did, maybe some day you’ll understand where I’m coming from.