Mi Crisis Es Su Crisis

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Sitting on the receiving end of love is the easiest thing in the world to do.  Loving unconditionally, however is the most difficult thing to do, consistently.  I’m not talking about “easy love”.  Easy love is our love for kids, spouse, friends and family.  We love our kids.  Why not?  They start out so darn cute and cuddly that we become devoted to their happiness and well being from start to finish. We love the spouse.  Again, big deal.  Why not love the person whose fate is inextricably tied to your own. Marital love/romantic love comes with music to inspire, books to instruct and movies to motivate.  Marital love has a long, built in learning curve to boost its success. Familial relationships and friendships also fall into the “easy love” category.  Easy love is wonderful, but there is so much more required of us.

The amount of information available to help us optimize easy love is inexhaustible, but what of universal love?  Isn’t that where we fail?  Universal love is extended to those we don’t know.  Its motive is the greater good.  It means respecting all of humanity, not just the part that loves us back or appeals on a personal level.   It deserves so much more effort than we give it, because it can transform the world.  Universal love doesn’t revolve around self.  Maybe that’s why it isn’t very popular?

Universal love is easy to manufacture, but we withhold it like misers.  Hoarding love shouldn’t be a thing, but it is.  Miserly withholding of love diminishes it, rather than preserves it.   How do we change?

The first step is to stop elevating perception of a group over the reality of the individual.  People tend to have the same basic needs and desires: beyond that each person is uniquely made.  Show interest in the uniqueness of every person you encounter, and you’ll find his story.  Knowing a person’s story fosters understanding and connection, which are essential components for love.  Approval often follows on the heels of the understanding and connection, but not always.  The good news is that approval is not necessary for love.

Universal love requires operating with a motive that doesn’t factor in self interest.  We must stop thinking of people as a mass of sameness, ascribing values to them based on some malformed impression about *one of the categories they fall in to.  If we refuse to see a person’s individuality, we can’t claim to love them.

Why care about “universal love”?  Our country is experiencing profound upheaval.  I believe it’s our lack of love that’s brought us here.  We have a collective case of self interest on steroids, and it has bred disconnection and division.  We’ve gone to our separate corners to care only about those issues that personally affect us, to the exclusion and detriment of issues that other Americans are facing.  If only for pragmatic reasons, we need to seek each other’s perspective and solve our problems with compassion/love.  This approach will bring new solutions to issues like immigration reform, racism, education reform…not to mention everyone’s favorite whipping dog, The Affordable Care Act!  Lately, the attitude has been,  I don’t care if your home burns down as long as mine is okay.  Guess what?  That doesn’t work, because we live in an apartment building.  Sooner or later, my crisis will become your crisis.

 

* We aren’t just a function of the nationality, gender or religious category we fall into.   We can claim membership to dozens of categories.

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Pity Party’s Over

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Everyone deserves a pity party every once in a while.  Just don’t let it drag on….

The day after my birthday I woke up to find that I was the guest of honor at a surprise party.  It’s been going on for days now.  There are no party decorations or gifts, but over the ensuing days I’ve consumed a half pan of brownies, several bags of cheddar popcorn, and stale candy from my kids’ forgotten Halloween bags.  I’ve tried to pretend the party isn’t going on, but the signs are there.  On Sunday, I watched two long and sad TCM movies, then claimed I was too tired to go to our neighbor’s Super Bowl party.  The truth is I didn’t want to take off my sweaty sweat pants.  That’s the thing about pity parties, they make you pitiful.

I tried to invite my husband to my pity party, but he wouldn’t come.  He deflected my complaints about the state of the world and laughed good naturedly when I suggested that he dye his gray hair so that we wouldn’t stick out so much at our child’s elementary school.  Clearly, Tim isn’t the ideal guest for a pity party.

A pity party can be a harmless way of gorging on restricted treats, wearing the same clothes and shirking duties for a day or two.  There’s no harm in presenting one’s real face to the world, and  I bet there are health benefits in embracing the comfort of old sweat pants (yoga pants don’t count).   The trick is knowing when to shut the party down,  because pity parties are notorious for lasting way beyond any reasonable amount of time.  Close it down, before you become stuck and the pity party becomes an unhappy way of life.

I woke up this morning feeling drained and unenthusiastic about my day.  What was happening?  I’m happy in the am.  I LOVE the morning!  It was obvious my pity party was no longer a rebellious reprieve, but was morphing into a dismal trap.  Party time was over.

How did I end my pity party?  I took off the sweat pants, put on yoga pants and stopped feeling sorry for myself.  My circumstances didn’t change.  I still feel old.  I still feel inadequate.  I’m still mad at the world.  I’m still really short, and I still need to lose weight.  So what?  I get one more day to do my part to change some of that.  I traded my self pity in for some hope.  Tomorrow, I’ll add a new plan to that hope, and after still more days my pity party will be a distant memory.

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We Need A Hero

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Since it is so likely that children will meet cruel enemies, let them at least have heard of brave knights and heroic courage.”  C.S. Lewis

 

I lecture (nag) my kids all the time. I’m not so much the “clean your room, pick up your shoes” nagger. My lectures tend to be less practical. I’m a cliché nagger. You know, “don’t judge a book by its cover”, “treat others the way you want to be treated”, “turn the other cheek”, “the truth will set you free”, *“don’t waste food because it’s disrespectful to hungry kids” etc.

I say that kind of stuff all the time, with zeal and fervor. Lately, my zeal and fervor has a touch of bitterness. It feels as if every thematic lesson we talk about in our home is turned inside out then served up as a nasty after dinner snack every single solitary evening; when we watch or hear scoundrels lie, bully, betray and then lie some more. The fact that the scoundrels hold positions of authority over us is an extra kick in the gut. I imagine that children think that we think they are stupid or they label us as hypocrites.

It must sound as though I’ve begun to doubt the values that Tim and I are teaching our kids. Not even close. I am, however discouraged by the fact that what I once thought were universal values, are not at all when the chips are down. At this point, we are attached to the high road by a singular superficial thread. We watch the most egregious lapses in honor and common decency, and the response? Carefully worded, ambiguous rebukes. This is not the time to keep calm and carry on. We need a hero. Someone to speak the truth and forge ahead with real, honest to goodness solutions, because the sky is falling.

*This one isn’t a true cliché…yet.
Image from “Mr. Smith Goes to Washington”

 

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