What I miss . . .

I was sitting around in the backyard, just basking in the sun. A white butterfly fluttered out of the corner of my eye and stirred up a memory from my childhood. Reminiscing of a time when my sister and I were running in our huge back yard in Arkansas. Tall grass, clovers, flowers and huge yellow and black bumblebees were scrutinized, smelled and touched as we investigated the other side of a fence that housed an old abandoned shack. I remember us laying on the grass looking up at the clouds and seeing all kinds of things . . . dogs, cats, elephants and giggled at each others findings. Time had no bearing on our play, we would come up with new things to do and change them as soon as something else popped in our heads. Our yard was a haven of afternoon adventures that were only curtailed by Mom yelling it was dinnertime and to come inside.

Thinking back, I would love to relive the time when an hour seemed like forever. I miss  watching the clouds go by while laying in a bed of green grass. I miss looking for four-leaf clovers and searching until you found one. I miss spending time at the dinner table with my family talking about what we did that day. I miss being a kid and not having a care in the world. Granted I like being an adult, but that kid thing always puts a smile on my face:)

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Spring Haiku

Fragrance in the air
Of flowers and fresh cut grass
Welcoming Springtime.

Golden daffodils
With their luminescent blooms
Stand tall in the sun.

The morning chorus
Vivacious colored songbirds
brighten the landscape.

Rambunctious children
Running, jumping and laughing
Playing age old games.

Where are your children?

Over the past twenty years, I have seen some disturbing things that really makes me wonder why people have kids. When my kids were little, I knew where they were, who their friends were, the games they played and some of the things I didn’t let them know that I was aware of. My neighbors kids and my own treated adults with respect, and yes there were those obnoxious hoodlums that cropped up every now and then, but overall kids were good.

With the onset of the last two decades, several things have pushed parenthood to another level: cost of living, healthcare, fast food, electronic equipment, and the callous attitude of reproduction. In America, our upcoming generation has lost it’s edge, if you listen to the news and other media you’re bombarded with inadequate education, low SAT scores, teenage promiscuity, out-of-control drug use, theft in all income levels, unsupervised young people and countless other themes that scream  . . . . we are not taking care of our own.

Working in retail for the past fifteen years, I’ve observed many families coming in to the store to do their shopping, interacting with each other and unfortunately seeing many examples of poor parental skills. What do you say to a mother who berates her two year old daughter and calls her a bitch while she’s standing there sobbing? How do you deal with teenage parents yelling at their infant to shut up and be quiet when it’s midnight? When is it time to call the local law enforcement when it’s nine o’clock in the morning and you have three ten year olds stealing food because they’re hungry?

So many people blame the school system, or the grandparents or the friends of others, anyone but themselves. When are some of these parents going to wake up and realize that it’s their responsibility to take care of the children in their household. Parents are still responsible for putting a roof over their babies heads, feed them, educate them and most importantly love them. Not all teenage and twenty-something parents are the problem, this issue stems across all age groups, all income levels. There isn’t just one issue and there certainly isn’t a quick fix, but it does start with parents wanting to genuinely take care of their offspring. So I ask, do you know where your children are? If you don’t, you should.