Lessons My Children Have Taught Me

I have a number of posts I have written and queued up since the results came out on Tuesday.  Why the results are hurting a number of people, personal stories of why he (and his followers) do not represent me or support me, why we can’t simply just “get over it”…believe me- I have an opinion and have been writing.  Writing, for me, has always been an outlet and therapeutic.

Nothing seems quite as fitting for the blog- or as hopeful for the future- as sharing some lessons I have learned from my children and how I will apply them going forward.

Marshall is a tender-hearted soul; a born helper.  Since he was a very small toddler, he has always gravitated to the child who was being ignored at the playground, seeing a hurting adult and giving a hug.  He is goodness personified.

When images of Omran Daqneesh filled our TV screen, Marshall was moved to tears.  “Mom!” he screamed “We have to help him!  How can we help him?!”  At the time he was four years old, even at the young age of four he knew the right thing to do was to help the Syrians caught in the crossfire.

His empathy and gentle heart are some things more of us could use in the days going forward.  Could you imagine if more people’s initial reactions to horrible events were “How can we help?”?  Not who is to blame, not why it’s not our problem, not looking away because it’s too uncomfortable to be witness to terror.  How can we help?

Another lesson that Marshall can teach is quiet resilience in the face of adversity.  He was born with Apraxia of Speech, he has been teased and laughed at.  But still he goes forward.  The cards are stacked against him; talking comes easier to his peers, for Marshall every word is hard-fought for.  Giving up would be easy, frustration would be understandable, but he keeps going forward with grace.

In the coming years the odds will be against many of us.  Some may lose rights, as promised.  We must take a page out of Marshall’s book.  It is hard, we will be ridiculed and laughed at, but still we will persevere and go forward.  We will find our voice and a strength we never knew before.  Just like Marshall, we will succeed in the end.

I am a person who always plays by the rules- I’ve never been disciplined in school or work. Even when there are things I don’t agree with, still I go with the status quo.  Violet Angeline, nicknaming her our Wild Flower was damn near prophetic.  When everyone goes right, she joyfully goes left.  This girl loves to go against the grain; she take pride in it.

She already has a strong sense of justice.  When her older brother or one of his big friends wrongs her, she has no problem letting them know that she will not take it laying down.  When her beloved papa tells her something she finds disagreeable, she squares her shoulders, puffs her little chest, sticks out her chin, and does a battle cry like you have never heard.

Like Vi, we must not be afraid to stand up for our beliefs and stick to our morals.  Wrong is wrong.  When we see injustice, we must not be afraid to go against the grain and speak up.  Always use your voice, even if it is just your one voice, is what Vi teaches.

I know the future seems scary and uncertain right now.  But there is always hope, always goodness in others.  Together, I have no doubt that we will be okay.  That is what my children have taught me.


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