(Except today. Today, I've been a fat ass and I've hardly moved from my chair)
Okay, so I've sometimes mostly kind of on good days worked hard. I'm also married to a work-a-holic. And when I'm not spending the day in a chair, I'm usually plugging in for a good 40 hours of work too.
We've got good stuff in our lives. Like awesome kids. Like good health. And good educations. And nice stuff like an iPad and iPhones and a new juicer.
It'd be real easy to point to the long work hours and say, "We deserve our iPad and our iPhone and we deserve MORE!" But, that's not really the case. I'm not even sure we deserve what we've got.
Somehow, Brendan and I just got lucky. We've lived lives of privilege. We were both born white. Born into upper-middle-class homes to college-educated parents. To parents who have never divorced. Born to families who loved us and provided for us. Parents who took us on summer vacations and signed us up for dance lessons and the track team.
We didn't do anything to earn that kind of upbringing. We didn't do anything to earn the privilege that comes with light skin and financial security. But we benefited from it. And now our children will benefit in the same way.
Last Thursday, we sat around the Thanksgiving table with loved ones. We passed the turkey. We toasted our health. Now that Thanksgiving is over and capitalism reigns supreme, our children love to talk about what they want. Cassidy points to pages and and pages of the latest toy catalog and declares, "I want all this. And all this. And all THIS!" When I respond, "That's too much," she retorts, "I like too much!"
And now it's time to roll up my sleeves and parent my children. To teach them gratitude. For the multitude of blessings. For grace. For "just enough" and the occasional "too much."
Because as we sat around a warm table and gathered up leftovers last week, so many people didn't have enough. Some statistics?
670,000 Americans are without homes.
48 million go hungry
46.2 million Americans live in poverty
One in six Americans don't have enough to eat
More than 17 million American children live in food insecure homes.
And while my daughter takes for granted the food on her table and Saturday dance lessons and a warm bed, there are children who want a pillow or socks or just one toy. They might have caseworkers telling them to limit their Christmas list to 3 items under $30.
But we can help. You can help. This year, our family is adopting another family. I encourage you to do the same.
I hope you feel blessed enough to give this holiday season. As for Cassidy? She'll have to get over not getting everything she wants. But she'll have more than enough of what she needs. Like love.
|Cassidy is not excited about love. She'd rather have princess stuff.|
Thanksgiving is over but it's important to stay grateful. And, if you can, to share. Because sharing is caring. And not sharing is for jerk faces.
I once heard this rich dude say, "People who have money and don't give it away are assholes." Or maybe he said Shitheads? I can't remember exactly. Happy Holidays. Don't be an asshole shithead jerk face.
Here are some resources:
If you're in the Denver area: