Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Walk to school in the snow, uphill both ways?


I realized the other day that it is especially hard to hear how hard the kids have it when they don't even have to lather their own soap. Now, I know every generation does this. My Mom didn't always have a tv or blowdryer or krimping iron. Her mother didn't always have a washer/dryer and her mother didn't always have the right to vote. I get it, but this perspective has done nothing to ease the annoyance with the whole "my life is hard" business.

Most of the time when I am writing, it is to relieve pressure and I can only hear about how hard it is from a 7 year old who has his OWN ipad (it was a gift,) a drum kit in his room (garage sale mini version,) lessons to play said drum kit, soap that comes out in a nice lil foamy lather, and his cartoon of choice on demand at all times, so many times without developing a pretty loud steam whistle.

On the flip side, he has teachers who can e-mail his parents, his business shared on social media, and a mother who can fact check his stories with his friend's Moms on the mini-computer in her cracker crumb filled bag, known as her "phone."  I get that there are downsides to all this incredibleness he has at his fingertips but "with great power comes great responsibility" Meh, I'm not sure that this fits here but I do believe Obi Wan is my only hope.

I imagine my equivalent position when he complains and it was more like hoping to catch "The Wizard of Oz" when it was on TV once a year, knowing the better the show/movie, the more commercials we HAD to sit through.  I have flashbacks of washing my hands with a bar of soap equipped with a hair wrapped around it, and being utilized as a human remote control for the TV with a 13 channel knob.

I am thankful everyday I was not Laura Ingalls Wilder, living in a log cabin heated by a coal stove, curling my bangs with a hot pencil, and eventually giving birth while biting on a leather strap. Hell, I am thankful I didn’t have to manage these curls in middle school without mousse, but I have currently had my fill of the “life is hard” biz. I suppose this is all part of the process for them and for me and I can just stay the course of helping others when we can, modeling being thankful, and letting off steam when it all feels like bullsh*t. 

1 comment :

Wonelle said...

Same stuff here. It's infuriating. So, we are going to volunteer at the local family homeless shelter. Hey kid, you think you've got it rough? My son cares so little about what he does have, I'm not buying him a winter coat until he complains of being cold at least 10 times and truly *wants* the responsibility of owning a coat. Like not Fucking losing it or forgetting it. And then, we're buying it used at the Salvation Army. For less than $10.