The kids get out of school early today. They’re off tomorrow, and then again on Monday. No, it’s not spring break, they’ve already had that. There’s one thing about sending your kids to a Catholic school:
They sure take this Easter thing quite seriously.
I wonder why? 😉
Otis and Missy (boy, does that sound like a sitcom?) will be happy to see us. Especially Missy, I think. She’s a crotchety old Cocker spaniel, and you can tell by the looks she gives that she doesn’t appreciate playing nursemaid to a rugrat all day.
Otis just wants to nibble on something.
I think you’ll find my disposition improving greatly over the next several days. I’m getting plenty of good, restful sleep, Easter is the time that reminds Christians of our greatest joy, and I’m going to cut myself off from political blogs for a while – especially “level 1” discussions.
You might remember, there are three forms of philosophical discourse: Level one is high-theoretical, egghead discussion. Aristotle, Plato, and all that, Level two is the arts, which in the US usually means film, television and music. Level three is person-to-person, “kitchen table” discourse.
One of the big rules I learned studying the writings of Ravi Zacharias was this: to be effective, argue at level 1, illustrate at level 2, and apply at level 3.
Many blogs, both philosophical and political, have a ground rule that the discourse must remain at level 1. You might as well ask me not to breathe. Maybe it’s because I’m older. Maybe it’s because I’m a parent. But, with every issue that comes before me, my mind quickly turns to, “How does this issue affect my life and those that I love?”.
I have no time for (and pardon the phrase – I can’t think of a better one) mental masturbation: bouncing ideas back and forth simply as a mental exercise with no thought to how they apply to daily life. If that’s your thing, fine – I’ve outgrown it. If discussions cannot travel to levels 2 and 3, I cannot waste my time with them.
I have practical reasons for discussion of race issues. I do not know what it’s like to raise children of color. There are issues I face as a parent of Asian children, that I am “winging”. It’s kind of scary. Most of what I learned about parenting came from watching my own parents raise my brothers and me. Well, there are issues that have and will come up with my children that my parents have no clue how to deal with.
So, I spend a lot of quiet time racked with doubt. Am I doing it right? There’s no one to tell me. That’s why I need my “web family” to help, to guide me in parental matters of race, especially non-white bloggers. Unfortunately, because of the way people are conditioned, my status as “white man” causes a many to have their claws out before we can even strike up a friendship. (Update: I am not guiltless in this regard – many times an offhand comment brings my white man claws out, as well) . We argue, and I’m left hurt and just as confused as I was before the conversation.
I’ve gone far afield, as I’m wont to do. My wife last night, asked me what was wrong with me. Why was I so despondent, not eating, not talking? What was I going to do, tell her that some person whom I had never met managed to get under my skin and hurt me to the core? Sounds silly – so I just said “nothing, I’m fine”.
You know what? It’s just not worth it.
So, it’s back to DaddyBlogging, recipes, blogging about my own weirdness. I will remain clueless when it comes to raising children of color; no one wants to take discussions of race to that level. God will show me the way (nobody else will).
I cannot languish in bitterness for long. So, I will take myself out of those situations that cause bitterness.
So, I’m better now.