I only have little ones, right now. Two 20-month-olds, to be exact. And while I know it’s too early for patriot stories, and lessons on territory disputes, and tea parties (the Boston kind)–I know it’s never too early to start teaching little souls what really matters. Like courage, and respect, and bravery. It’s not too early for them to learn reverence for solemn things, and love for people who sacrifice. Even if they aren’t in a developmental place where they can comply with the teachings, those sweet babies notice when I stop and feel. They notice, and to my amazement, generally reflect my mood. They feel. And so, when we speak of things like wars, and remembrances, of towers and countries, and constitutions, I want my sweethearts to understand how much was paid for them to enjoy the life they have. I want them to grow up with a profound sense of gratitude, and a knowledge of how and why their country works.
I am a part of a generation that says a lot, and does very little. Especially in the political arena. We protest, we complain, we bash, we YouTube. And yet, I find that when I actively question many of my peers on the issues they are protesting, or supporting, they have a very finite understanding of how this country works. Of why this country works. Many of them have never even read the constitution, or know how many branches of government we have.
I want my children to know. To know the heritage they are a part of. The country that they must be actively engaged in maintaining. And so far, I’ve found that the best way to teach them is by example.
Today, I’m going to learn a little bit more about this place I call home. I’m going to say a prayer of thanks for those who have gone before. I’m going to remember those who fell, whether on this day 6 years ago, or in the centuries preceding.
And hopefully someday they’ll see my example, and fold their arms, too.
Week 26 Food Storage Prompt: 100 lbs. wheat