Friday, August 3, 2012

Thoughts on High School


Thoughts on High School

July 6, 2012

Too bad we can’t see our school years, particularly those of high school, for what they are while we are going through them. I have often said that education is wasted on the young. When we are children, we are too immature to realize how interesting as well as important school subjects can be, and to be honest, we are naturally lazy! But what I was thinking about recently is that during our school years we are also immature socially. Let’s face it; we are not at our best when we are 16! In fact, we may be at our worst. It is an awkward stage; we are plagued with worries about how we appear to others; we are socially clumsy and maybe physically too. We are overly sensitive about the language and body language of others. Our flaws are exaggerated in our own eyes, and unfortunately, we may take our insecure frustrations out on others. I know I am not proud of all my memories of my own childhood actions. I wish I had been less concerned about what others thought of me and tried harder to make others feel accepted. Maybe this is why high school reunions are so pleasant. We see that most of us turned out OK! Maybe we didn’t succeed or fail the way our high school peers thought we would, but for the most part, I think we turned out to be pretty responsible adults!

Taking Risks


Taking Risks

July 8, 2012

Here we are in farm country. Their life style is all about risks. The weather is the big wild card. And so every summer or fall they have to decide to order the seed and perhaps fertilizer and weed killers and whatever else they may need for the next spring. And let me tell you, the Farmer’s Almanac is not a very reliable indicator of what to expect the next year! And then besides the financial investment which also may include significant costs to purchase and maintain equipment alongwith the inevitable fuel costs, you have the time and effort it takes to put the crop in the ground all the while the big weather unknown looming over you.

But are the farming risks really that different from those in any small business? Or any large business for that matter? Is business the only area of life for which we must take risks in order to succeed?
And then there are other areas of life that involve risk. Relationships are risky. People disappoint us, and we disappoint them. We can’t control everything our children do. The fact is that we control very little! But relationships are worth the risk! We must not be so cautious that we run no risk of disappointment or loss.

Nothing Stays the Same


Nothing stays the same.
July 6, 2012
We are on “vacation” in Iowa. I put that in parentheses because we—my husband and I, my daughter Anna and her husband and two pre-schoolers--are staying with my soon-to-be 89-year-old mother. Don’t get me wrong; I am glad and thankful to be here and to have them all with me, but it is not relaxing for me, what with the shopping, cooking, cleaning up, laundry, etc. But I digress. What started my train of thought was the family picnic on July 4. My cousin Debbie mentioned that it felt funny going to the Carlton Church without Carl being there and to the 4th celebration without Ray. Earlier in the day, it had crossed my mind that it had not been many years since Gerald, Vernon, Carl, and Ray would have all been there. I commented that nothing stays the same, and it really doesn’t. We shouldn’t expect it to, and we really should try not to feel sad when it doesn’t. Another change we saw that day was that a new generation is coming up. Judy Dobson generously brought toys and costumes for Emily’s kids. Since Anna’s kids were there too, they got to join in the fun. Joey became a knight in shining armor; Nora transformed herself into “bat girl”; and Jackson made the cutest, fiercest little pirate you ever saw! And so, change is not a bad thing. Something in our make-up resists change, and it IS heart wrenching in a way. But we must not let fear and reluctance to change or nostalgia about the past keep us from relishing the present.