I feel for kids today, encouraged to stand out and be unique, yet not cross over into self-importance and narcissism. And they do this against a digital backdrop of unrelenting, largely souped-up photos of friends posted online.
No one could argue that society hasn’t changed since Disney’s animated Cinderella first hit the big screen in 1950. We have gay marriage in many states, many more women work and hold positions of power, more couples – of all types – raise kids. Yet women seem to work harder than ever sculpting, waxing and altering their bodies.
I also thought about what it means to be part of a family. You don’t choose the family you’re born into, and while you may choose a life partner, you don’t get to choose the family that comes with that person either.
I’ve always believed in the power of the words, “Thank You.” One of my favorite quotes about gratitude is from Meister Eckhart: “If the only prayer you ever say in your entire life is thank you, it will be enough.”
Perhaps hardest thing of all is realizing we can’t save our kids from themselves. As they grow older, they make their own choices, choose their own paths. As parents, our influence wanes, our voices among the many they will hear and heed. This is inevitable. But it is terrifying.
I had been mostly focused on how my parents’ aging was affecting me and less on how they feel, especially as parents themselves. True, they are grandparents now, but they’ll always be parents. What does that mean to them as they approach 80?
Come celebrate with me….
Herein lies the tragedy of the age…
Call them from their houses….
“I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don’t notice it.”
I thought church was about God. And it is. But as much as it is about God and the holy, it is also a human institution. Even though my elders lived it, because I didn’t feel it, I didn’t understand that church also is about relationship and community.