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.