Survivormom

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If you read my bloggie – and hey, you’re doing it now, aren’t ya? – you know that “Survivorman” is one of my all-time favorite shows.  Someday, when I’m sure my mom’s spirit wouldn’t mind, I’ll tell you how this relates to my rather surreal childhood!  But the time is not right for that.

I think I should start a show called Survivormom.  Some mothers pretend that their home is always spotless and their kids always well-behaved.  In the real world, most of us clear out the space people will see when they walk in the front door, but the bedrooms and closets are cluttered and messy.  And kids?  Well-behaved?  More like sporadically inexplicable and occasionally irascible.

Survivormom Tip of the Day:  It’s a dirty (literally) little secret that most of us have been forced to – gasp – resockle.  That is, recycle our kids’ socks because they don’t have any clean ones.  Please note that holes on the soles (I’m a poet and didn’t realize it) don’t count, since no one sees them.  Also, as long as the socks are covered well-enough by the pant leg, socks really don’t have to match.  Survivormom’s basic philosophy is:  it’s okay to cut corners.  Just don’t ever cut your own bangs!

Growing our Kids: Warning – Honest Opinions Ahead

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It always surprises my friends that I’m so liberal in so many ways, considering I’m so deeply entrenched in my faith.  I wear it, I breathe it, I blog about it, but let’s get real for a minute.

Let’s stop pretending that kids aren’t going to get drunk, smoke pot, and have sex.  Let’s tell them instead that they own their bodies, and talk about informed choices.  I think there should be condom-dispensing machines in every middle school bathroom.  I think we should give them their first sip of wine in the home where they’re safe so they can feel its effect and understand the feeling of being out of control in a controlled environment.  Since pot is illegal, you can’t give them a joint, but when will we understand that the element of forbidden fruit gives all these things power.

Do you really think by educating them fully and answering all questions honestly, you are tacitly approving their doing things you don’t approve of?  Maybe just the opposite is true.  It could be that telling them all they wanted to know – but were afraid to ask – will prepare them for that moment when they have to make a choice they’re not ready to make yet.

I say, take them to church or temple, tell them about your values, encourage them toward waiting until they’re emotionally and physically ready, but equip them for the inevitable moment when you’re not there and they need to step up and navigate life on their own.  Do everything possible to lead by example, then trust that they were paying attention.  Now, back to our regular religious programming.

Age Discrimination in the News

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Who knew there was an expiration date of the validity of a human being?  Huh.  Thanks for straightening that out for me, United Network for Organ Sharing.  See, I thought every life had value, even if it was fraught with wrinkles, arthritis and varicose veins.  But, according to an article in the Washington Post, if you’re wearing sensible shoes and eat dinner at 4:15, you need not apply for a life-saving organ transplant anymore.  Glad we got that all figured out.  Now we can all rest easy.  Until we have the nerve to continue aging, get deathly ill and need an organ transplant.  Then, Houston, we’ve got a problem.

Bahai Prayer

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O God!
Refresh and gladden my spirit.
Purify my heart.
Illumine my powers.
I lay all my affairs in Thy hands.
Thou art my Guide and my Refuge.
I will no longer be sorrowful and grieved;
I will be a happy and joyful being.
O God! I will no longer be full of anxiety,
nor will I let trouble harass me.
I will not dwell on the unpleasant things of life.
O God! Thou art more friend to me than I am to myself.
I dedicate myself to Thee, O Lord.

I Love the Lord

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There are so many great versions of this Richard Smallwood classic, but this one by the Talley Trio is my fave.    The Amen ending, starting around 4:39, gives me chills.