So, it's 6:18am and I aM StiLL up. I have an appointment at around 8:30am. boy, I cannot miss a beat today. Just came in from Da Back Porch and boy do I feel great. Just taking in all that fresh air and the often mind blowing conversations we have on Da BaCK Porch...and sitting her thinking about something a friend posted on a social network a few days back. Yeah, I'm still gonna drop some knowledge on you even though I'm feeling a bit sleep deprived and anxious at the same time.
While I'm scrolling through my phone the other day, something just grabbed my attention and held it for awhile. So, a friend of mine posted some things about what she considers HALF ASSEDNESS. She did make a point to mention that she knows some people that are without power, but heir kids have Easter baskets. What this is referred to in my world is IRRESPONSIBILITY. While elaborating on this, she also mentioned how she grew up poor, in a household where her mother told her and her siblings that they could not afford Easter baskets, but you would be able to eat today. They were told NO at a young age. No one was spoiled there. There were no favorites. They had what they had and that was that. She elaborated on how some people will go broke for club outfits, while their kids are hungry for more knowledge. Some of their kids cannot read and write, count, or even attempt to try. She is tired of cleaning up your messes...U Non-Parents, you. For those of you feeding your man without a second thought about what your kids will eat, those that live beyond their means, and those that laugh at their children cursing at others, but dare them to curse at them...Please Clean Up Your Own Mess! Seriously, I encountered a similar situation. For those of you whose children know every rap song playing, but cannot recite their alphabet, as well as those of you who idly stand by while your children bully others, but cannot count past 10 (for children ages 6 and under)...Please Clean Up Your Mess. It's a bit ridiculous, people. We need to come together as a people to get things right. Our children are our futures. We cannot continue to let this go unnoticed!
So, while I was at Da Back Porch, I began to think of these horrible situations that these children must face when they are older. The behavior displayed by their parents is handicapping their development. This cannot go on. Perhaps if there were more after school programs available, this would be a moot point.
See, Da Back Porch has me seeing things in a whole new light. Once I get there, I begin to see things more clearly. That place helps me see things for what they really are. It's black and white in this place...No Gray Areas. My mind is freer. I can see now.
Take the blinders off, people. This is what life is all about. Believe half of what you see and none of what you hear. Almost everything stems from a perspective. When I am there, everything just seems to fall right into place. While my eyes roll to the back of my head, and I'm thinking more time has elapsed than it really has...I also stop to think about how it used to take a village to raise a child. Now, there are so many "politically correct" citizens around without children trying to tell those with children what to do, that parents are afraid to discipline their own children. What has this world come to? Someone calls Child Protective Services on you and My Word...you'll always be a hair away from them getting back in your lives and taking your children into custody. But, while that same parent is attempting to discipline their child the best way they know how, there is another rich parent too busy to tend to their own children. In that rich parent's home, the child is slicing their wrists night after night in agony just screaming for attention through the cutting process. NO one hears them, though. Hence, it is not reported because no one knows his/her pain and they won't share it with you for fear of losing the very last thing they have to hold on to...their SECRET.
Please bring our villages back to help raise our children today. Stop calling higher authorities to get involved without knowing full well of the abuse or neglect. Please let's take time out with our children to teach them better, feed them better, pay more attention, and lead by example. Stop relying on schools to teach them everything. Correct them when they speak broken English. Reprimand them when they curse. Teach them to be respectable. You do have to give a little to get a little, ya know.
Just stop with the HALF-ASSEDNESS! And, stop blaming others for your mishaps. We all make mistakes. And, that's cool. What's not cool is to realize this and continue along the same path. Fix it for Christ's sake. Let's get busy.
