1.) They just don't make (fill in the blank) like they used to!
(inspired by Roxanne)
2.) If you had the time and money...what charity would you help raise awareness for?
(inspired by Christina...click here to enter her raffle)
3.) What are YOU giddy about?
(inspired by Heather)
4.)What's on YOUR little kids list?
(inspired by Ashley)
5.)Describe what brought you closer to your faith.
(inspired by Emily)
I think I'll do prompts #1 and #2 today. I looked up the definition of giddy; right now, nothing makes me dizzy or euphoric. The Boy is NOT a little kid, so I'll skip #4. I consider my spirituality a private matter, so I won't post anything about #5 - When I do pray, I prefer to follow Matthew 6: 5-6:
5And when thou prayest, thou shalt not be as the hypocrites are: for they love to pray standing in the synagogues and in the corners of the streets, that they may be seen of men. Verily I say unto you, They have their reward.
6But thou, when thou prayest, enter into thy closet, and when thou hast shut thy door, pray to thy Father which is in secret; and thy Father which seeth in secret shall reward thee openly.1. They just don't make Kids like they used to:
When I was a kid (remember, I'm OLD):
- Children were taught that it was better to be seen and not heard. I stuffed down a lot of smartass comments in my youth (and got smacked for those that escaped my lips). It was rare when you'd be asked your opinion about anything.
- We called adults 'Mr.', 'Miss', or 'Mrs.', followed by their last name. There was a clear division of who was in charge. Adults had the upper hand.
- Most kids did not get everything their little hearts desired. Whining was not tolerated - at best, it got you a firm look; at worst, a spanking. And even after the spanking, you still did not score the toy/candy/stuff you whined about.
- Kids made their own fun. We did not look to our parents for entertainment. And a whiny "I'm bored" usually got you some extra chores.
- Picky eaters were rarer - you ate what was on your plate, or you didn't eat at all. And you never wasted food, not ever.
- There were very few hovering parents, and the world seemed less dangerous (I think it's just that we heard less about pedophiles, and other miscreants). We naively ventured out into the neighborhood, and rode our bikes further than we should have, and took more chances than kids are permitted to do today.
- Kids weren't so over-scheduled. We ate dinner as a family, and watched TV in the same room. Our bedrooms generally did not look like toy stores or electronics boutiques.
- Our toys did not take over the entire house. We had fewer possessions, and were expected to take care of them - and put them away in our rooms.
- We didn't have tons of clothing. Laundry was done once a week. You wore things more than once before it went in the washer.
- Kids had very little autonomy in the home. Parents made the decisions; kids followed along. We weren't consulted about what movie to see, or where to go on vacation (if you were lucky enough to go on one).
I do have the time, I'm home all day. The money? Not so much. I'd raise awareness about mental illness (most likely through NAMI), and autism (there are several charities to choose from). Lest you think I am noble or possess any other altruistic tendencies, I would support these two causes because I deal with them on a daily basis. The Boy was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder when he was six; with Pervasive Developmental Disorder (in the autism spectrum) when he was nine.
We face many challenges every day. I have tried to educate myself about these disorders - and these organizations do a marvelous job helping folks cope with these disabilities. Some day, I'll have to blog about the one time I attended a local NAMI meeting. It was eye-opening.
They also help fund research into the cause and treatment of these disorders (there is no cure...yet, although there are some folks who think their children have been "cured" of autism. I'm not convinced.).
Perhaps when The Boy is out on his own (assuming he ever reaches that goal), I'll do my part. But for now, while I'm still in the trenches, I defer to the folks who currently champion these causes.