Life goes on and there are only so many tomorrows
Some of us have become quite pessimistic about the future of America. Dystopian novels, movies, and TV shows become instant hits as we wonder, will the future be more like The Road or Hunger Games? Will my kids grow up in a free world or one in which their freedoms disappear at the whim of politicians?
There’s plenty more pessimism where that came from!
But life goes on. Just tonight I was helping my daughter with a science project, and as she became more and more frustrated, applying fabric glue to little pieces of ric-rac, I said, “Honey, let me do it,” as she went on to finish a homework assignment.
No matter what is happening around me or what the future holds, I still have to be a mom and do mom things.
I still have to plan birthday parties.
I still have to make sure the laundry gets done and that everyone has clean socks and underwear.
Everyday I have to have an answer to the question, “What’s for dinner?”
America may very well be headed toward an economic collapse. It’s hard to imagine any real recovery for an economy in which 47 million Americans are on food stamps, nearly half the population is poor or “low income”, and in January of this year, only 57.9% of the civilian population was employed. There are even more depressing numbers out there if you care to look.
But life goes on.
This weekend my husband will be busy working and I’ll be out in the backyard with the kids pulling weeds. I’ll keep an eye on one of our new cats who has been way too curious about the workings of our doggie door (all our cats are indoor cats) and maybe make some progress on a new knitting project.
When I hear, “Mom, what’s for dinner?”, I’ll need to have an answer.
As a mom, I don’t have the luxury of curling up in a corner, frozen in panic, while my kids try to fend for themselves, and neither do you.
We have to be stronger than we ever thought we could be in spite of the latest headlines because life goes on. Our kids depend on us, and yet each day they grow just a tiny bit older and a tinier bit more independent.
A few weeks ago my daughter and I tried to figure out what grade she’s in. That may sound odd, but when you homeschool, you lose track of those kinds of things. I figured she was in 7th grade because if she was in 8th, that meant she would be in high school next year, and that just wasn’t possible.
But it is possible. She’ll graduate from 8th grade this year and become a high schooler in the fall.
Life goes on.
Every parent should pay attention to the scary headlines and general direction of our country and economy, but don’t let them distract you from the life that is happening right around you every day. Kids need family traditions and memories of birthdays and dinners around the table. They need parents who are interested in what happened at school today and who know the names of their best friend and even their secret crush.
Life goes on and there are only so many tomorrows.
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