I guess the older we get, the more we recall past experiences with tempered melancholia. What seemed tragic in childhood, after mature reflection, seems somewhat sweeter as time passes. Bitter-sweet is an apt way to describe it.
My shepherd dog, Skippy, was my best friend. We were both born in Birmingham, Alabama. My parents got him when he was a puppy & I was barely walking. We loved each other unconditionally. I remember my parents telling me how Skippy saved me from toddling into a busy street by pulling me back by the seat of my pants before they could get to me.
Time wore on & we were living in Paducah, KY. I was in 4th grade & when we were at school, Skippy, would leave our house just off Schniedeman Rd. & go to my Aunt’s house – all the way to Park Ave. That’s a long trek for a dog, but he learned to cross the street with the lights & always made it back safely. She took care of him until he decided the visit was over. Most everybody on his route knew him by name.
One afternoon he came home sick & laid in the backyard for hours. Dad came home from work & said he had been poisoned & we would just stay with him until it was time for him to leave us. We didn’t leave his side. My Mom cried. We all cried as we watched him leave us. I remember it as if it happened 5 minutes ago. Daddy wrapped him in a clean white sheet & carefully carried him away. We buried him in the field right next to our house. I drove by there a while back to see if the field had been upset by new construction. It hasn’t been touched. “Consider the lilies of the field” has a special meaning to this woman who will never forget her best friend, Skippy.
Ever wonder how you got to where you are today? Most likely, you are like your parents in many ways or whomever raised you. If you have children of your own, what are you teaching them and where are you leading them?
As I look at today’s youth, I see many who are wandering from here to there, searching for something tangible. They are so unproductive and look here and there for a hand out. Most parents are not teaching their kids to work for what they receive. They are looking for someone to give them what they want or need for nothing. No commitment in anyway to anything.
Society today has it all wrong. My family is blessed, so I can’t complain. My husband was raised to work for your food or what ever you need and that God will bless you for it. He works 2 jobs to take care of our family of 2 adults and 4 children. Our first fruits, our tithe, is always given first! We give back to God for His blessings on us. Therefore, we are teaching our children that if you don’t work for what you need, don’t expect a hand out. They know the value of a dollar and that you don’t get it very easily. You teach a child from a young age that they have to do their part. Take out the trash, help wash or fold laundry, pick up toys, dust, etc. Responsibility is where it starts.
There are too many adults trying to be friends with teenagers or their children, so the child/teen are not getting the structure that they need. How are you going to be remembered when that child grows up? “The fun/ party house where we can do anything we want to”, or “the fun, loving home where I learned the basics for life?” Discipline has been thrown out the window also. You HAVE to correct a child/teen when they are doing wrong. If they are not corrected, they go on to be destructive. You can’t say, “Well, that’s just the way that they are.” No, you help to mold them into who they are. It doesn’t take away their individuality, it adds a good character trait.
Are you raising productive members of society? It’s never too late to start.