It has been on my mind for a while know at how disposable everything is these days. Products which are made to break, or which are outdated the minute they leave the store, furniture which is made of poor quality and workmanship. People, relationships, families as well. It boggles my mind as it seems that we as a society have lost our perspective on the value of things and the pride in doing things well and to last and doing things correctly the first time.
I have met people who, when they move they just leave all of their possessions behind and expect to receive handouts to replace them. Those same people look around at what you have and are envious of this or that, and who say, I wish I had...and think that I will just hand them some object or possession that I have loved and cared for most of my life and which has meaning and memories.
My kids may complain that every time I move, the furniture is heavy and bulky. It is that way because it was made in a time that quality mattered. It is old, they say, yes, but my great grandfather made that set of shelves and my Father's grandmother had those dressers in her home. They are symbolic of family and being a part of something irreplaceable!
Our local radio runs a Public Service Announcement for the Fatherhood Coalition. In it, this twelve year old girl explains that her Dad has been gone for a long time and she writes to him and he doesn't write back, can you help? It breaks my heart every time I hear it. It touches a chord deep inside me. It makes me want to cry, for her, for me, for every disposed of child on the planet!
In the "Old Days" when a man and woman married, it was a contract, a commitment until death do us part. They worked hard, raised a family, bought a house, permanent and secure and stable. If it was not all that and more, they sought counsel and either worked on making it work, or stayed together until the children were grown up.
Today, people don't even get married and have children. There is no value to anything sacred anymore. I for one do not have a disposable life. I never thought I was materialistic, yet I have many possessions and they are cherished possessions, memories are stored in each and everyone, some I can recall and many I cannot, yet they are markers in my life.
I have one planned child out of three children and my ex spouse and I made a commitment to each other that regardless of our relationship, we would never fail that child as parents. We have kept that promise regardless of whether or not we could stand the sight of each other or not. It is called commitment. Not only is he committed to our child together, he also had picked up the slack for my other son's father's - it is what it is and I am very grateful that he is such a good Dad! When my oldest son got married recently, he was their in role of Dad. I am eternally grateful for his arm, walking in as the parents of the Groom. as I am certain that my boys are also grateful for the consistent and continued love and support as well.
As the world shifts and changes, I for one would like to see more value placed on family and pride in a job well done and less greed on all levels. I for one think the world would be a better place!