Month: June 2012 (Page 2 of 5)

“You’re so lucky”

KLR used to tell me this before I married JJ after he did something outright goofy or strange. You can imagine the tone. But she joked because she knew it was true: I am lucky. Cases in point:

1. I married into a family that values heritage and my MIL graciously put us up a few nights in the hotel so we could attend the family reunion. 
2. After a long, tiring weekend we came home and the kids successfully avoided a nap due to dozing while in transit. So we’re cooking dinner and getting the house together and the kids are tired and hungry and we’re a notch above grumpy. And JJ still takes time to show H Boy proper wiffle ball form as we’re waiting for the food too cook. It wasn’t just the absence of frustration and shouting, but the extra mile of engagement with the kids that kept sanity levels to a functioning level. 
3. Miss M fell in love with her first non-grandma figure, Aunt Mary. It was so endearing to watch her seek her out and request to sit with her and on her lap. She’s normally a cling-to-us-around-strangers gal, so it was wonderful to watch her hatch out of her shell. On another M note: she’s great with names. She also pointed out Uncle Gary to Aunt Helen and only saw the back of his head. 
4. It never fails the kids are STARVING before dinner and begging snacks. And mine request frozen peas and tomatoes from the garden. They make it easy to say yes whenever possible.

5. For most of the world, tomorrow is Monday. But in this house, it’s just a day that JJ’s getting a few tasks done and I’m keeping the kids for some low-key play. God bless my employer for time off. 

It’s so [easy] to say I’m sorry

Well, now that it’s gained national attention, the students apologized. Oh, to be a fly on the wall in those students’ homes, parents lashing out about how they could “do such a thing” and “do you realize how this makes us look?” and the whatnot. 

Well, students, I do not accept your apology. I don’t believe you’re sorry; I think you’re sorry you got caught. 
I know, perhaps it’s up to the bus monitor to actually accept the apology, and in her 65 years of wisdom, she probably will. But I’m still too idealistic. I refuse the apology. 
It’s too easy to screw up and simply apologize your way out of it. Or worse: say “I’m just kidding.” One of the scriptures that hits me close to the heart, which I think should be hung in every middle school classroom, is Proverbs 26:18-19: Like a madman who throws firebrands, arrows and death, so is the man who deceives his neighbor and says, “was I not joking?”
Somehow, like the ways in which we don’t know the weight of our words to hurt, we also don’t realize how insincerity prevents healing. Tossing out an “I’m sorry” as we go on our way doesn’t help bring resolution. We’ve began to treat such words as a way to release us from our own guilt, as opposed to bringing reconciliation. 
Though I can nary remember a Hebrew verb form, I do recall a factoid gained through translating a verse on ox goring. Yes, seriously, ox goring. “If a man’s ox gores another ox…”and then there’s a “gorer of gorers” phrase, meaning “the mother of all oxes that gore”. (Just notch this one on the belt of “learn something new everyday”). IN ANY CASE, in learning about ox goring, we also learned what retributions were to follow if your ox gored either another ox or a person. The cost differed depending on the offense. Also, if it was a habitual gorer. 
The point? Yes, there is one. My professor told us that in Old Testament law, one could not simply say “I’m sorry” and consider the situation resolved. They had to pay retributions. And it wasn’t simply a way to keep things fair – one can not simply replace a beloved ox. But something within the culture – and God’s character, I’m prone to wonder – required you show, not just say, apologies. This is where “eye for eye, tooth for tooth” comes in. The phrase has nothing to do with revenge. It means giving back that which you destroyed. Making amends is about offering, not taking, what was destroyed. 
 
So, if you ask me, these kids need to replace a gored ox. In terms of a fair retribution, I don’t have a lot of suggestions. They made so many cracks about her weight, I’d be inclined to send them to “fat kid camp” (or a kid version of the Biggest Looser) where they can replace their bullying habits by learning confidence and how to overcome life’s challenges with effort instead of pushing others around. 
This situation prompted me to reflect upon how I can help my own kids engage in true repentance. I’m sure there will be times when an offhanded “sorry” is the best we’ll get. But in terms of habits, how do we instill the idea that rectifying the relationship takes priority over relieving our own sense of guilt? How do we steer them, with their I’m Sorrys, toward change? Though my kids recite it, how do they begin to embody the idea that “I’m sorry means I won’t do it again”? 

Lessons from the line in Meijer

Because I seem to spend about 7/8 of my free time in the grocery, it’s my primary opportunity to view the world. What I’ve seen is astounding. Most recently a couple completed their checkout and decided they needed an impulse purchase of beef jerky. So the friendly customer service associate waited patiently (with a growing line of patrons) while Mr. Inconsiderate browsed the dried meat rack. After ringing it in, there was a discrepancy between what showed on the credit card pad and the actual total. The CSA seemed pretty confident in what she was doing, proof that this is likely a regular occurrence. However, the customer was unsure and her language and tone indicated as much. She told the cashier, “Are you sure? Because I’m only running this through ONCE.” 

I tried to make my buggy eyes resume their normal shape. I couldn’t believe people actually talk to other humans in this way, with little to no provocation. Somehow when the woman woke that morning and put on a red shirt and khakis, she was also inviting criticism from anyone who happened to run out of milk and saw aisle 5 had the shortest line. 
I can somewhat understand a tiff at the ball field when emotions are running high (though, seriously, IT’S JUST A GAME). Or a flagrant handwave of one finger when you’re cut off in traffic. But during the simple act of paying for your groceries? Even the worst of baggers deserves the most basic of respect (and, after a separate conversation, they’re not “good” baggers because everyone has different preferences. It’s a total crapshoot on their part). 
So yesterday morning when we watched Matt, I should not have been surprised to watch the clip on the grandma bullied by middle schoolers. As Gail the Staff Psychologist said, “what’s wrong with kids is what’s wrong with adults.” We want to blame “kids these days”, but the Meanie at Meijer had two littles watching her. Kids aren’t picking this up from their imagination, it’s the example set forth before them. 
I’ll say it until I’m blue in the face: words matter. With them God created the heavens and earth. With them we can bite and ravish and destroy one another. And all of them are heard by little ears, not just in the same room but also in the same line. 
If you’re appalled by the video, instead of asking, “what’s wrong with these kids?” perhaps instead reflect, asking, “how do I treat others who owe me absolutely nothing?” 

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