Wednesday, November 30, 2011

“HARD TIMES FOR MOMMY & DAD”: STUDENT IRRESPONSIBILITY WITH CREDIT CARDS

There is an intriguing TV ad for a credit monitoring company that through a singing narrator tells the story of a college student who overspends on credit cards for a pizza party for the whole dorm; a spring break trip to Mexico about which the parents “didn’t know” since they did not use this company’s services. The ad ends with the consequence “hard times for mommy and dad”.
What?
The adult  lives in a college town in a college dorm and makes financial decisions without parental input…on what basis should that result in any consequences for the parents?  Personal responsibility would dictate that the college student—post high school adult—has made financial choices and decisions that rightly result in consequences for himself—not for his parents!
In this case,  the consequences are like a brick that you choose to pick up, put in your pocket, and carry around. You do not have to do that: you make a choice to carry the brick.
If the parents make the choice to shoulder the responsibility that rightly belongs to their adult college student—shame on those parents! These would be the same parents who have been coddling and babying their offspring for their whole lives ensuring that-- barring the intervention of the criminal justice system, the military or a religious conversion --their adult offspring will be permanently emotionally financially crippled— and I use that last word on purpose.
You have to hate your progeny to subject them to this state of affairs. Yet many parents who believe themselves to be loving and supportive are so thoroughly misguided that their actions are detrimental to the development of their offspring.
Roll back the clock:
To  what age does a child wear diapers?  Even if you call them by a more socially acceptable name they are diapers. Children can and should be toilet trained no later than age two for most normally intelligent physically healthy children.
To what age does a child share his/her parents’ bed?
Two years? Four years? Six years?
Children can and should sleep in their own beds after a few weeks of age, certainly a few months. A child a year old has no need to sleep with his/her parents.
 In fact it is the parents’ needs that are being catered to here, or perhaps the parents’ fears. Regardless of which it is, this infantilizing of children  is detrimental to the child’s development.
To what age does a parent choose the child’s clothes? Or dress the child? Or tie the child’s shoes?  Oh, I know some parents today avoid having their children challenged to learn to tie their own shoes—they just Velcro them! 
But that is a poor parenting choice! Kid’s need to learn to tie their own shoes.
 It gives them a sense of competence and confidence that they are growing up that they are not babies anymore. They need that!
Eye-hand coordination, fine motor skills, memory, focus, attention, concentration are all enhanced by the mastery of tying one’s own shoes. Doing for someone what they can and should do for themselves—is detrimental.
When I choose for you, I am subtly suggesting that you are incapable of making the “right” , “best”, “acceptable choice”. Your self-esteem, self-concept, self-confidence are undermined if I do for you what you can and should do for yourself.
While these parents may “mean well” they are in fact causing significant harm. They are raising their kids to be irresponsible, incompetent screw-ups. Then the parents clean up the mess…over and over.
That is how you get to have college aged adults who makes irresponsible financial decisions fully expecting that his/her parents will “clean up the mess”-- as they have always done.
So I suppose if you have raised your college age adults to depend on you for everything …maybe you had better buy that product.
 You will need some forewarning to mitigate the damages to your wallet. But how can you mitigate the damages that you have done to your college aged adult?




PRAYER

BLOG POST     PRAYER
I used to believe that there were prayers that God did not answer. I no longer believe that.

Today it is my faith experience that God hears our prayers-- He commanded us to pray and promised to hear us. His answers are in my experience-- from the days

I used to pray for specific outcomes according, I now realize, to my own will.  I would say, “ Please, God, do this specific thing.
Make this turn out this way.
Make this person see things my way.
Let me get what I want.
Heal this person from this disease today.
Please don’t let this one die.
Or don’t let her die before I can say goodbye to her…”

This is how I would pray from age eleven for sure that I know of…I was I thought asking God to do things for me. I am not sure where I got that idea that prayer was asking God to do things for me, much as I might ask Santa Claus to bring me this specific doll or toy. But that is how I prayed for the vast majority of my life.

At those times God’s answers to my prayers ( my will) were "yes", "not now" and "no".  We forget sometimes that God is our Father.  Any good parent gets the opportunity to respond to our children’s requests ( demands? Orders? List of directives?) with the following possible answers:   "yes" to some requests, "no" to others and " not right now" to others.

In recent years I have come to understand there is another way to pray. I pray, “not my will , but Your be done.” 

I no longer pray for a specific outcome but rather, I pray for His will to be done; for me to know His will for me;  I pray to receive from Him the power to carry out His will for me.  In so praying, I am acknowledging that I do not have all the answers. I do not know what is best for anyone, not even—maybe especially not even—for myself.

When I pray for God’s will to be done in my life, I am expressing my faith and trust that He knows what is best and that He will keep His promise to me to work all things together for my good.

Chapter 11 of the Book of Hebrews ( in the New Testament of the Holy Bible) recounts the faith of many of our ancestors in the family of God. Abraham, for example, was tested by God. He was told to take Isaac, his son—his only son—born to him when he was 100 years old—and carry him into the desert to a mountain to sacrifice Isaac to God.

I always thought this was  a lot to ask of someone. As a parent I now know this is more than a lot to ask.

This is an almost unimaginable command from our Creator. But that is the point—not what is commanded, but Who is commanding this action be taken.

Abraham knew God, he trusted God—he had seen God face to face. He had bargained with God for his nephew Lot’s life and that of Lot’s family.  He had already experienced in that bargaining exercise that God is patient, and compassionate, and that God responds to the desires of our hearts. For Abraham’s sake God spared Lot and his daughters.  So Abraham knew God…he knew God cared about him and his desires. God had already demonstrated that in coming to Abraham and promising him a son—because God had a plan for Abraham’s life—and ours!—and He knew too the deep desire of Abraham to have a son of his own.
God promised him a son when Abraham was 99 years old. God delivered on that promise the following year.

Now, God was commanding Abraham to take that precious son – his only son—and kill him as a sacrifice to God!  Hebrews 11 says, Abraham believed God and it was counted to him as righteousness. He believed that God has his Abraham’s good in mind and that God would work things out for Abraham’s good.
God will provide the lamb, Abraham told Isaac. And… He did.

When I pray for His will, I am letting go of my expectations of when and how He will work things out. I am praying in faith. When I pray this way, His answers are always, "Yes."


Monday, November 28, 2011

GRANNY B.'S CHRISTMAS TREE

GRANNY B’S CHRISTMAS TREE
Christmas of 2007 I knew I would be out of town so I would not be able to visit Granny B. on Christmas. I decided to send her a table top Christmas tree to bring my  greetings to brighten her Christmas.
I chose the two foot tree with great care. I wanted one that looked “real” , a thick bushy Scotch pine replica. I placed white miniature lights on it and adorned it with wooden ornaments trimmed in gold.
When it was ready, I admired the effect. Time was
running out to reach the shipping company before
our departure. 
I searched for a handy box, carefully wrapped the tree
and headed for the shipper’s store.
“You really must get it there on time, do you guarantee
delivery by Christmas Day?” The first one did not. The
second on thought probably they could deliver by
then…but the third shipper was emphatic. Absolutely—
we guarantee delivery before Christmas.
Relieved and grateful, I took the planned journey.
On Christmas morning, I called Granny B. How did you
like your tree?, I wanted to know.
I don’t have a tree.
What do you mean? You said you received the box I sent
you.
Yes, about that. I really don’t do much housework
anymore myself, so I think I will give the mop to my
granddaughter. She has little children, she could
probably use it for herself.
Mom! I did not send you a mop! It was in a mop box true
enough but there is a Christmas tree inside. It’s already
decorated and everything. All you have to do is put it on
the table and plug it in. it even has lights already.
Oh, okay.
Fast forward…May 30, 2008.
We were sorting and sifting through Mother’s
belongings.  A letter from her son who had preceded her
in death suddenly at age 50; a letter from granddaughter
Kate written when Kate was five; many cards and photos
and letters…and books. Her Bible; an Erma Bombeck
collection of humorous anecdotes of our lives as wives
and mothers; shawls, and clothes many of which still had
the tags on them. All the gifts it seemed that she had
been given in recent years and among those was a box.
The box was two and a half foot tall  and about 10 inches
square at the base. The box was sealed securely with
clear wide mailing tape. On the box was the picture of…a
mop.
For two years I could not bring myself to open the box. I
kept it in the garage. I passed by it every time I entered
or left the house, every time I went to the laundry room.
But, I could not open it.

This Christmas I opened the box. I took out the two foot
tall perfectly decorated table top tree with white lights
and white wooden ornaments with gold trim.

It is standing on the hall table that I moved in front of the
window. When my friends have visited I have told them
the story of Granny B.’s Christmas tree…in her name…in
her honor.

Saturday, November 26, 2011

WRITER.DOCTOR.MOM

Hello, Everyone!
Remember Going Pro (Gulp!)
The day has arrived. My wonderfully talented Public Relations Professional has indeed built a web site for me as a Blogger… or maybe it is called a Blog site???
The name I initially chose was not available – some other Jan blogs about her life as Jan. J So my new Blog site name is Writer.Doctor.Mom
I am excited and looking forward to this new chapter which brings questions and a peering into the unknown. Remember in “The Raven” by Edgar Allen Poe when he opened the door and peered into the dark…wondering what the tapping meant…what would happen next…that is how I feel right now.
Thank you everyone for reading the blogs  and for your encouragement and support. On the new site  you will be able to comment by email. There are probably other things too that are coming soon, but for now we are taking this leap of faith.
Harrison Ford in the third Indiana Jones movie had to bridge the chiasm from the ledge where he was standing in order obtain the healing waters to save his father’s life which were on the other side.
He took a leap of faith. Really he stepped out into seeming nothingness only to find there was an invisible bridge over which he could walk. That is my favorite visual illustration of taking a leap of faith. Here we go!