I’ve always loved telling stories. My favorite is the one where I sent the wrong letter to the right missionary. We were married the next summer. I attended LDS Business College where I earned an Associate’s in Computer Technology and Brigham Young University where I should have majored in English. I live in a small town nestled in the heart of the Appalachians. When I’m not busy writing, I can be found baking cookies, going to the movies, helping with the homework or catching fireflies with my handsome husband and four adorable children.
Monday, January 24, 2011
I'm getting ready to sling some self-righteous indignation. I know it, and I'm doing it anyway. It's my blog. So just try and stop me.
I'm stepping up today. To the plate and on my soapbox.
Don't expect something inspiring. Just sit back and read.
Because I need to rant a little.
People are inherently selfish creatures. This, of course, is a sweeping generalization, but I think most people would agree.
Here's my big question: why, when people get screwed up by their parents, do they turn around and make the same mistakes and use the whole martyr excuse? I'm not talking about the little personality traits we pick up from our parents, or are embedded in our DNA. I'm talking about, for example, "My dad used to beat me, and now I beat my own kids. It's just who I am. I don't know how to be any different."
I've actually heard people say, "I scream at my kids. My parents did it, and I'm pretty much the same." Even when they know it's wrong. Huh?
Isn't that the point of life? To become better than you are. To rise above your circumstances and be different? To be the best you you can possibly be?
I am the Young Women's president in our ward now. I'm pretty sure I've mentioned that, oh say, ten times at least already. When I was dropped into this calling I got the feeling, though nobody said it outright, that I was going to be dealing with a rough group of girls.
Well, I've been in for a few months now, and I've learned one thing. I don't have a rough group of girls, I have a fantastic group of girls. But some of them come from rough situations. And this is where I struggle. Love those girls? No problem. But ask me to be patient with the adults who raise them? Not quite so easy.
I have a lot of patience with kids. As a matter of fact, when I get upset with my own children, I can always see where I could've handled things better. And I'm always reminding myself, they're just kids. And I'm taking the good from my parent's and leaving the bad in the dust, just as they did.
I expect. I do. I expect adults to be better. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying we shouldn't hold kids accountable. We definitely should.
But how can we expect something from our own kids/youth that we slack on ourselves?
How can we swear and tell them not to? Dress modestly and not do it ourselves? Oh, and don't you dare text in church, but it's okay if I do. It was an emergency! I had to tell Rhonda (two rows back) how boring this speaker is.
Teenagers/kids aren't stupid. They watch. They see. And then they do.
Let's make sure what they're seeing from us is something better. Something for them to step up to. Someone to be like.
We only get one life. I don't know about you, but I don't want to stand at the judgment bar before God and know that my example or actions deterred someone else from receiving eternal life. That's what we need to think about folks. Not today. Not this hour, or this minute. We need to think about forever. Put away our bikinis (not mine! I would be caught dead), our sweater dresses that are too short, but then we justify them because we have on leggings (hey, doesn't that mean you're wearing pants to church?) our jack mormon/baptist/catholic style of living, or slang language, and every other thing that might hold us back.
And just be better.
I'm stepping down now, and you may get back to your regularly scheduled life.