Some blogs I read are inspirations, they know who they are. They practise what they preach, value common sense, and know what peace really means when it comes to being an individual, and most important of all family.
Families at one time followed simple rules, constants that somehow where taken as an instinct. Adults somehow bound themselves with a common destiny. A destiny pot marked with imperfection and nasty outcomes at times but never the less the children involved made it to their adult lives self made women and men. My mother at fourteen, watching her niece and nephew, had to hurry them to their beds before their father arrived drunk and ready to deal out some punishment, because reality sucked. My father came from similar circumstances (whoop tee do).
One good parent was the saviour of these families, and a community that didn’t offer any excuses, they understood hard times, bad choices, and had faith in peoples wherewithal to get themselves to a better place, imperfect but better. Expectations were not the pie in the sky unrealistic hopes of today. People want it all, and seek it so blindly they have forgotten the simple little things found in families, found in the spouse that gave you your children, found in grandparents eyes when they look at your kids, found in yourself when you realise you might not be here tomorrow, and you realise that smile you love on your child’s face they have to someday truly find themselves.
It’s your job to help them find it, not supply it. After all who really sees all that lies before their children all that they possess to get them through this life? Who knew when they first looked in those pure innocent eyes a clue was left for their soul, their intuition like a well made road map to lead your heart and mind on its journey when it came to guiding your children thru life and all its unseen “potholes” and “scenic views” until you had to let go?
Not children’s aid, not some bleeding heart bureaucrat trying to manufacture perfection from a text book, and certainly not a hand wringer that only sees society as the supplier of their child’s smile for eternity. Why people such as this cannot fathom a child finding their own sense of self without the hardships life will supply can only be explained by the ease of using an excuse, and parent’s willingness to except it.
That’s why bureaucracies try to manufacture a perfect life for all, to alter reality so its not random events brought on with our own free will good or bad. They want to supply phony feel good moments, not brought on by free will and choices, but just “exist” without a thought, without a struggle, without a conscience, with no real sense of pride, and most of all the pain of owning up and overcoming imperfection is a burden they would rather deny. Even though it will always exist, but what will they really do to hide it?
Is that the world you seen in your newborn’s eyes that laid before them.
A world full of forced tolerance for all things. So that they could be someday absorbed into the collective, without a whimper, and do the same with “their” children?
Does that do your first look into your child’s eyes justice?
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