Having a little person spew from my body after I grew her is the stuff of miracles. When I think back on it, I’m awed. When I look at her now, and the little people she grew and spewed forth… well, it doesn’t seem hardly real but more surreal and impossible. Who would’ve ever thought my existence would ripple into what it has? Surely not me. Not the wallflower that always felt less than. That little person looked at me with the magic of pureness – the kind of pureness that lasts only those first few moments of life. As soon as the little people are taken from the room, the pureness fades. The light and aromas and chatter of the world assault them and instantly begin leeching the pureness away. Thus begins the journey of raising the little person and the forever challenge of trying to get that pureness back.
There are few things in life that have such a huge impact on a person…the family…the community… the world. The ripple of a child being born is far-reaching and lasts forever. Each of us is a ripple. Even if we don’t realize our contributions (positive and/or negative), they are there. Someone out there is or will feel the impact of our existence – choices – action – inaction. Isn’t that incredible?
But what is more incredible are the things happening all around us everyday. The bad stuff. The stuff that is completely preventable. The problem lies in the family, more specifically parents… or the responsible adults raising, caring for, and teaching a little person what is important… what is right and wrong… what it means to feel empathy and compassion. Those lessons are lacking anymore. The responsible adults are not available, interested, or maybe just too self-involved to help mold, shape, teach a little person the important stuff.
These lessons are not the responsibility of a school system or a church or a community. Sure, those entities should support and teach as well… but the primary obligation lies with the responsible adult who created the little person.
I think the one thing that confuses me more than any other …. how can a woman grown a child inside her body – her body, soul, life nurturing the little person…how can a woman feel the life moving and becoming…how can that woman experience those things and then essentially turn her back on the little person? I completely understand some women don’t want to be moms or aren’t cut out for it – adoption is a wonderful thing! What I don’t understand are the moms that tell the world how excited they are to be a mom, how much they love the little person, how the little person is their whole reason for living… and as soon as the last sentiment is spoken the same woman turns her back on her creation because of some other self-important/involved thing.
This makes no sense to me.
Committing evil is not a viable solution to a problem. You don’t get your way so you hurt/maim/kill another person… unacceptable. But it’s what kids these days do. And the cycle continues. And it seems like no one wants to admit what the problem is. Easier to blame TV, movies, video games, gun laws…. whatever.
Be responsible – pay attention to the little person – teach morals and ethics – lead by example.
That’s the only way to turn this shit around.