Sunday, March 28, 2010

It's Not A Burden.





















I recently made the mistake of chiming in on a cousin’s facebook feed regarding the new health care reform. I was quickly reminded that when people say they want your opinions or ask for more information, what they really mean is they want you to support their conclusion.

Needless to say the conversation quickly deteriorated. There clearly is no civil discourse on this subject –even among family members. I’m sure we all felt we were talking to complete strangers, rather than two generations of the same family, created from the same gene pool, molded by many of the same family experiences.

As I replay the conversation in my head, one point keeps coming back to nag me “This is a terrible burden for my children and grandchildren to bear”. I keep asking myself, “Is it? Really?” Are we saying money is more important than compassion? And do we really understand in this spoiled generation what “burden” means?

I think about my own grandparents and parents and wonder if they thought the same things when Social Security and Medicare/Medicaid was created. They certainly had less material goods and money than my generation. Did they worry about the “burden” to themselves, their children, and their grandchildren?

I know they were very compassionate people, so it is possible they could have been concerned. But they were also very generous people, so I could argue that they would have understood the benefits of the programs. Whatever their take on the programs, it certainly didn’t define who they were, or even seem to impact how they lived. They did benefit from both government programs.

History tells us that many adults of their generation were upset; declaring socialism and the death of America as we knew it. But history also serves to remind us that life in the US continued to flourish and grow. It wasn’t the end, just another step towards greater opportunities and happiness.

So, if my grandparents or parents were concerned about the burden to their children and grandchildren all those years ago, I just want to say, "You shouldn’t have worried".

It is not a burden to pay taxes into a system that provides/provided them and so many others with medical care when they had none in their retirement years.

It is not a burden to pay taxes into a system that provides support for the mentally impaired, handicapped or less fortunate.

It is not a burden to share the blessings I’ve received and to give back to those who haven’t been as lucky.

And, it is never burden to give back to the generations before you, who made sacrifices for all of us to have a better life.

Today we are witnessing another similar shift. The sky is not falling and the world is not coming to an end. Health care reform is just a change in how we have done things. It is unclear how this new bill will financially effect each of us as individuals, only time will tell. Hopefully, it will be one of many changes (because this bill really doesn't go far enough) to help America grow and flourish again.

Good or bad, my grandparents and parents have taught me how to raise my own children to give with happy hearts. I have faith that years from now my children and grandchildren will agree, “You shouldn’t have worried. Doing the right thing is never a burden”.


Romans 13:7-9 (New King James Version)
7 Render therefore to all their due: taxes to whom taxes are due, customs to whom customs, fear to whom fear, honor to whom honor.
Love Your Neighbor
8 Owe no one anything except to love one another, for he who loves another has fulfilled the law.
9 For the commandments, “You shall not commit adultery,” “You shall not murder,” “You shall not steal,” “You shall not bear false witness,”[a] “You shall not covet,”[b] and if there is any other commandment, are all summed up in this saying, namely, “You shall love your neighbor as yourself.”[c]


Saturday, March 27, 2010

A Love Story


Jake and Joel

You don't raise heroes, you raise sons. And if you treat them like sons, they'll turn out to be heroes, even if it's just in your own eyes. ~Walter M. Schirra, Sr.

Friday, March 26, 2010

Home Again




The blackbirds returned this past weekend from their winter retreat. 

Gathering in our trees around the farm, they made their homecoming announcement loud and clear.

Their chatter grew louder until no longer able to contain themselves, they took off together in one giant explosion. 

This pattern of celebration repeated itself every few minutes until the flock disappeared down the road.  

"Blackbirds are the cellos of the deep farms" - Anne Stevenson

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Spring Sunset


While driving home last night I glanced at my side mirror. This beautiful sunset seemed to speak to me. Winter is behind you, look forward to the promise of a beautiful spring.

"Give thanks for unknown blessings
already on their way.
"

Native American saying



Saturday, March 20, 2010

FOCUS


Since the age of six my beautiful daughter has loved one thing passionately, the trampoline. After fourteen years of focus and dedication (with breaks for high school and college experiences) she continues to train and set goals for herself.

If she never achieves another medal or title in the sport, I couldn't be more proud of her than I am now. As I watch her fly through the air, I know the lessons she has learned from her dedication and focus to this sport, will lift her to success in everything she attempts to do in her life.


Saturday, March 06, 2010

The K Challenge.

A while back, my friend Sarah challenged herself to come up with creative descriptions of herself based on the letter "S". Each of us who commented on her blog about the exercise were encouraged to do the same with our first name letter. 

Since today is my 51st birthday, I thought it was about time I tried to tackle the assignment. I had been putting it off because there weren't many words that began with "K" I could think of, and especially to describe myself.


Or, so I thought. Somehow, one word seemed to lead to another.


K is for Kathy.

And for Karen, Karol and Kelly...my sisters. We were all born between 1959 and 1965, a time when I believe ALL mothers thought it was a great idea to name all their children with the same first letter. Our cousins were David and Debbie; Toni, Terry and Tiffany; and, of course, Jodi, Jill, Joel, Jeri and Jeff. On the other side of the family there was Dale and Denny.  And just so you don't think it was isolated to my kin - or maybe it just was my destiny - my future husband's mother had Jefferee, Jac, Jeanee, Jamee and Jodee. (Note the additional flare to all the spellings of names as well!) But the most disturbing part of this story is my children: Jaclyn, Jessica and Jacob. (Too bad Krazy isn't the correct spelling! That would have said it all!)


That reminds me...


K is for Kelsey.

The rebellious name I had picked out to break the evil "J" cycle if Jacob had been a girl. Whew! Glad I was saved from myself. Throwing off the "J's" and going to the "K's" was living on the edge! It must have been karma that I had a boy, and kept the "J" tradition in tact!


So that leads to...

K is for Karma.

I am a firm believer in karma. It took me many years and "lots of friendly input" to realize that you reap what you sew in life. So make sure what you give out is what you want to get back...because it WILL come back around. And usually sooner than later.

What I love to give...

K is for Kodak.

Because I love to take pictures. (And Canon, my favorite camera, does not start with a "K"). But you get the idea. Life is beautiful...all of it. Family, friends, the things we love, the things that make us wonder. Everything has a story and pictures can speak a thousand words. Always leave behind these treasures for future generations.


Speaking of treasures...

K is for Katydid.

This was a favorite nickname of mine, reserved only for my Uncle Les. Whenever I entered a room he was in, his face would light up as he rattled off his special list of names for me - always starting with Katydid or KatyKate. I always loved the effort he took in making me feel so special. I don't ever remember him calling me by my real name. I truly treasure this memory of our relationship.


My other special relationships...


K is for Kids.

My kids are my life. I have been truly blessed to be the mother of three fantastic kids who have grown into extraordinary adults. And, I have been very lucky to be surrounded by my "other kids": the ones I meet each year through my university job. I find myself becoming their proud mama as they grow, leave their college nest and head into their bright futures.

Awkward transition here...

K is for Klutz.

If it is meant to break, I will bust it. If it is in my path, I will run into it. I fall off my tennis shoe; I always hit the corner of my desk with my knee; slam my fingers in drawers; burn myself taking things out of the oven and bang my head when I get into my car. ALL THE TIME! I am also known to fall down the stairs in our house on a frequent basis. Needless to say, I avoided our last work team-building excursion "skydiving", because, well,  you know, if a parachute is going to fail - it would be mine! That my friend is...kismet.

Ahh....

K is for Kismet.

I believe in fate slash destiny. From the moment we are born to the last breath we take, I believe our paths are predetermined. Short, long, happy, sad, ordinary, extraordinary...we are born to how we live, who we love...it is all out of our hands really. And, when we stop trying to control life, and just start living it...then maybe we will truly understand it.

Speaking of who we love...

K is for Knight.

My knight in shining armor, my husband. As a little girl I always believed in the notion of fairy tales; someday my prince would come; and then we would live happily ever after. I met my prince in California...home of Disney himself...there is that kismet thing again. Of course, Walt never showed us the rest of the story - the ups and downs; the work to keep the armor shined and the fairy tale alive. Your knight changes from the one whom swept you off your feet to the one who sometimes stands beside you reluctantly. But a true knight keeps saddling up each day and loves his princess anyway - despite frequent disappointments. This is the true magic of ever after.

Dealing with the changes and challenges...


K is for Kaleidoscope.

An alternative definition is "anything that constantly changes". And THAT would be this wonderful life on this spectacular blue and green globe. You can fight the changes, or simply let go and enjoy the kaleidoscope of life.


What is your LETTER?