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Friday, October 25, 2013

FOOTPRINTS- A Reflective Message to the Parental Class of 2013-2014 (C) 2013 by Wayne Dan Lewis, Sr.



Qualifications[1]
I am a parent.  My wife and I raised two children.  I am a grandfather of one.  Those are the qualifications that I present to you today.  Are they sufficient to help other parents coming along to be better parents?  I don’t know.  But, I would like to at least believe that something that my wife and I have done worked to our advantage to raise two outstanding young people, of whom we are very proud. 

When we talk about parenting, we know that it is perhaps one of the few things that we rarely have to actually qualify to become.  By an act of nature, and/or the grace of God, many of us become parents.  That’s God’s plan.  We can’t change that.  What other qualifications do we have to put forth in order to not only bring another person into the world, but to ensure that that wonderful gift of life, rises to become a great human being?  Whatever qualifications we lack for, I have to believe that God instills within each one of us a latent qualification.  That latent qualification, irrespective of whatever else we possess in our natural being, is the ability to give love to another precious life, and make them feel as special as they are.  That speciality is the speciality that God feels towards us, and we have to take that spirit of love that he gives us, and instill it within the children that God blesses us with.  With that said however, loving our children isn’t enough. 

If the only qualification for parenting would be just to love our children, we would have been pandas, lions, or eagles.  As we know, most animals follow the path that nature sets out for each species and do exactly the same thing to raise its young, eventually, pushing them out of the nest, all because the extent of their responsibilities is to complete the “Circle of Life”[2].  But, and contrary to popular belief, the behavior of many of those of us who are parents, we are not animals.  We are human beings and we have the ability, if we choose to, to raise some truly magnificent young people for the future.  But we have something about us that not only will not just help us to be great parents, but to motivate us to be the best parents possible.  How can we, at the very least, be good parents?  Here is a perspective: Footprints.

Footprints?
Obviously, when we talk about footprints, we can think about footprints left in the snow, in the sand, or in the mud.  From those footprints, we are able to tell several things, with a novice eye.  For example:
1.      Who or what made the footprint;
2.      What direction the prints are going;
3.      What kind of shoes they were wearing, or how many toes they had;
4.      Whether they were running, walking, or even tiptoeing;
5.      How many sets or prints were present;
6.      We can tell if there were large-size footprints, or, if there were a family of footprints.

From our review of any set of footprints, so much information can be extracted.  So much can be used for someone to make a determination about what direction someone came from, perhaps if they stood around, met with someone, and what direction they moved in when they left a certain area. And perhaps, if you are an archeologist, or a forensic specialist, you can tell the approximate weight and height of a being by the size of the footprint.  What does this have to do with parenting?  Maybe it’s a stretch, but I think for of us as parents, we need to understand something about our own footprints, when it comes to our children.

Not the footprints that we make on the ground, but the footprints in terms of the messages that we leave behind us when we take on the role of parenting.  As parents, we don’t have the luxury of getting a pamphlet, booklet, or even a set of directions that comes with the precious, new bundle of life.  Therefore, if we are wise, and perhaps fortunate, we will be able to look to the leadership of our own parents.  But that is more ideal than realistic.

Some of us, as soon as we become parents, are “too grown” and believe that, if we have a child, we will get the hang of it, and that everything will work itself out.  Sadly, that isn’t always the case, but hopefully, we are always giving it our best.  As we all know, things don’t always work themselves out.  What we may learn about that new bundle of joy is that their personality doesn’t necessary adapt well to everything that we want them do.  What we learn is that they cry, but they don’t stop crying when you rock them gently.  They don’t eat everything that you give them, they spit it out.  We even learn that they seem to always get a fever in the middle of the night, and that you have to rush them to the hospital.  Babies aren’t very compliant, even to us, their parents. 

Reflectively, as parents, we have to believe that our children, as they grow up, that they are always watching us.  I want to believe that if we are doing justice by our children, that whatever we do, our children will follow behind us in our footsteps.   From the moment they are able to walk, they follow us.  We take them by the hand, lead them across busy streets, take them up tall stairways, and carry them to places where we always want them to be safe.  If there is a good way, perhaps not the best way, but a good way of determining how good a parent we are, or want to be, then we should also understand the importance of what we leave behind for our children to follow, even if it’s just footsteps. 

“Pawpaw, I want to follow you!”
Our grandson, Josh, Jr., is a handsome and awesome little fellow.  I say that because he is my grandson, and because, he is a handsome and awesome little fellow.  As he reached that mature age of three, his curiosity was nothing short of extraordinary for a three year old.  He is five now, an old man, but there is one thing that he said that always stuck with me.  Josh was by our house, his mom, dad and Mimi were there just enjoying each other’s company.  It came time for us to eat.  After it was decided what we were going to eat, I got ready to go out.    Despite little Josh’s seeming to be totally engrossed in playing with his toys on the floor, he jumped up and ran behind me.  He pulled on my hand, and said,
            “Pawpaw, I want to follow you.”  
I looked at him and I looked at his mom and dad, and his grandmother.  The words were an anchor around my heart, because he didn’t ask could he go with me, he said that he wanted to go with me- that he wanted to follow me.  You know this touched my heart, because I love this little boy so much.  I was pleased, yet caught off guard at his choice of words. 

I had no intention of not taking my little Buddy with me.  His little car seat was always at the ready in the back of the car.  On this particular day, his desire to go with me was punctuated by an innocence that I was not prepared for.  To this day, I think about that moment because I never wanted to go where my grandson couldn’t follow.  So I ask you today, as parents, if we were leaving the house, but for our jobs, or business gatherings, where do we go, that we tell our children, they can’t come with us?  How often, if our children had to find us, could they follow our footsteps to find out where we have been in our lives?   More importantly, would we want our children to follow all of the steps that we have to make as their parents, or, would we want to somehow sanitize our footprints?  Would we want to erase some of the things that we have done for our children, or the places that we have gone just to make our children’s lives complete?  And if so, what footprints would we want to erase to be sure that our children had the best impression of who we, as parents were?

 Footsteps to be Erased
As our children grow older, we start to let go of their little hands, allowing them to venture out a little more out on their own.  It could be a question of whether we rushed to let go of their hands, or whether they fought for their little independence.  But eventually, our children began to live their own lives, or try to.  They try to live their lives apart from the lives that we try to carve out for them.  It becomes a challenge as a parent, the older our kids become to keep them in a way that protects them from the ills of society.  Little do they know how much we put into making their lives as best as possible.  We want only to expose them to the good in the world.  Unfortunately, it isn’t always our choice what our children are exposed to, when they are exposed to it, and whom it is we need to protect them from.  But by all means, we do our level best to minimize the negative impact of anything that may impact our children’s lives.

So little do we want our children to know, that if they had to look back on the lives that we have made possible for them, they would think that their were times when we didn’t want to be at their games, or go to school to meet with their teachers.  They would think that for all the times that we missed their recitals, or didn’t come home early to help them with their homework, that we were doing something else that was seemingly more important than them.  If only we could erase some of the footprints that we have left in their minds believing that we didn’t place value on the things that were extremely important to them.  What would we erase?

I think we would like to erase the footsteps where we stood in the cold early morning rain, waiting for a bus to catch to work, while they laid at home in a warm bed.  For it would have been so much easier to have stayed at home. But we did what we had to do to put food on the table. 

Let’s us erase from our past, the footprints that we left behind, trying to find the best schools in a community of low performing schools.  Let us make difficult for our children to ever know that we worked 2 or 3 jobs, often for minimal pay, just so they could have the kind of things that made their lives livable.

Or perhaps, we weren’t so good of parents that we spent nights out partying when our children needed someone to help them with their homework.  We definitely don’t want them find those footprints.  If we could arrange for it, maybe we could arrange to remove from our past the number of times we tried to intervene between our children and their so-called friends, whom we suspected of or knew led a life that would impair our children’s future, even though our children thought we were being mean and judgmental.

But if someone erased any part of our past, they may also erase our future as parents.  We have to be careful of what we ask for if we want to selectively take something out of our past, because it may affect our children’s ability to make decisions that may help them going forward.  For us, as parents today, we can’t change our past.  We may not want our children to know some of the things that we did that either helped or hindered our children from doing things that they would have ordinarily done, but we can’t change it, and we have to live with those decisions.,

(Perfect Parents-inserted)
The misconception that many of may have is that we have to be perfect parents.  I don’t think that is possible.  We do not live in a perfect world. While God made us perfectly, He did not make us perfect.  He gives us an opportunity to show just what we are capable of doing, in all that we do.  So as parents, we just need to show that we are doing our best regarding our children.  Because perfect parents is more of a myth than a reality, to me.

In our attempts to erase the past, we put at risk the lessons that we are able to teach our children in order to be the best that they can be.  In our attempts to erase our past (good, bad or indifferent), we try to give an impression that we were perfect parents while raising our children.  That is not for us to decide.  It will be for our children to decide.  So, what if our children decide to research the footprints that we have left behind?  Let them. 

Let Our Past be Their Present
If as parents, we are the only ones saying that we were, or are, good parents, then, we have a problem.  If that is our goal, to be good parents, the manner in which we accomplish that has to be reflected in how we put our best foot forward.  We have to know that if our children, or if anyone else for that matter, researches how we raised our children, we shouldn’t be afraid for what they will uncover.  If our intent was to be the very best mother, or the very best father, we have to know that we are not going to do everything in perfect harmony. 

As parents, each step that we make, could possibly be made in error.  We are going to make mistakes.  Remember, children didn’t come with instructions.  But we all, theoretically, came with common sense.  We all, theoretically, came with the ability to love our children and do right by them.  Even if we love them unconditionally, we are still going to make mistakes.  If we love our children unconditionally, and we are doing the very best that we can to raise them as God had intended, we won’t spend time second-guessing everything that we do for fear that someone believe we were not good parents.

(Pray for guidance-inserted)
At some point in time, hopefully sooner, rather than later, you will be praying to God for guidance.  Why shouldn’t you?  He made it possible for you to have children or to adopt a child.  He has entrusted each of us to give to our children the very best of what God gives to us.  And if there is a point where we feel we don’t know what to do, and we can’t turn to someone that we can trust, then we can trust that God will provide a way for us to raise our children according to His will.  Get down on your knees and pray to God for directions.  But don’t wait until you get into a bind with your children, lean on God daily for His intervention and His helping hand to help you guide your child in the way that He would have them to go.

If we love our children unconditionally, our children will learn that despite the fact that we denied them things growing up, that it was not for the hell of it, but because we just couldn’t do it.  We couldn’t afford it!  It was not the right time!  It was not in keeping with what you as parent believed was right for them!  Our children will learn one day, that the reason they were able to march across a stage was because of the sacrifices that we made to ensure that they could receive a small piece of paper.   Let our children look back and meticulously study, if they wish, the footprints that we left behind showing that our love we to ensure that they never had go through what we go through just to make it. 

I would encourage not one of us to consider erasing, or regretting the many hard decisions that pitted us as parents against our children, for fear that our children would not like us.  Let them discover how hard it was to say “no” to them for something that may have meant the world to them.  Let our children discover those set of footprints that showed pacing; that showed worry; that showed joy; that showed love, and that showed patience and support at times that they never knew existed.

If our children take the time to research our past, let it be a present to them.  Let their research be an indicator of our unconditional love.  Let their research show that we turned to God, and that somewhere within all of those footprints, there were knee-prints, where we either gave thanks to God for bringing them home, or for watching over them while they were away.  

Let our past be a present to them that it showed the kind of love where we stepped out on faith, believing in God, that we were gong to make their lives the best that it could be.  We should never want to erase the steps that we made, however painful, embarrassing, or however joyful.   Let it be a present to our children, that they uncover the countless number of minutes, hours and days that we spent trying, just trying, to be good parents. 

As a present to them, let them unwrap how important we believed their dreams were, and that even if we couldn’t make their games, their recitals, or special events, we made sure that they were able to achieve their highest and best in all that they did. 

In Conclusion
To you, the Parental Class of 2013-2014, I ask that as you go about your parental duties, that you continue to plant your feet firmly in the responsibility of being a parent.  Leave your footprints, well place.  Perhaps it was a stretch to call our works as parents footprints, but we sometimes need a way to connect.  As parents, we have to be aware of what it is we do, or need to do to be at our best.  We know we can’t be perfect parents. That’s not possible.  We can complain about the lack of instructions that come from raising our children, but the important element of having our children is the unconditional love that God bestows upon us, and that He simply asks, and entrusts in us, that we will do the same for the children that he blesses us.  All God asks us to do when things get a little rough, just to fall on our knees and ask Him for the helping hand that he surely will provide.

It is very hard to be a parent, bringing another life into this world.  There all kinds of evil that lurk in this world, ready to take advantage of an unprotected, unloved child.  As parents, we can’t protect them at every turn, but we can leave a lasting impression of how much we try, day by day.  Sure, there are things that we do as parents, we would never want our children to ever know about, but then again, we have done those things because we’ll be damned if we ever allow anyone to harm our children.  That’s that unconditional love.  And if our children decide that they want to follow us, it’s because we have demonstrated to them that we were good parents.  And if we see them carrying out the same level of love for their children that we did for them, having helped them accomplish so much in their lives, then, we would have to conclude that we did a pretty good job. 

As parents, I ask that you feel empowered, encouraged, inspired, and uplifted from this day forth.  I ask that you continue to walk with our children, hold their hands for as long as we can.  Walk with them to school and leave your footprints; Walk with them to church and leave your footprints;  Walk with them to the hospital in the middle of the night with a high fever and  leave your footprints;  Walk with them away from danger and leave your footprints; Walk with them to the playground and leave your footprints.  Walk with them to  the dinner table, clear it off, and help them do their homework, stand by their sides, and be sure to leave your footprints;  Walk with them to their bedsides, kneel with them, leave your knee prints; Walk with them wherever we need to be, knowing that we are leaving loving footprints in their lives.

As I close, members of the Parental Class of 2013-2014, let it be okay for our children to uncover the footprints that we have left behind us.  And let them discover those things, good, bad or indifferent that we have done as parents.  Let it be a present to them.  Maybe, it will be for them a set of instructions, or a roadmap to how we were able to help them to achieve their best through some of the most difficult of times of our lives, while they never knew what was happening.   I encourage each of us to continue to leave our footprints as parents.  Do not change a thing.  That we continue to parent each and every child from this day forth not fearing the loss of their love, but gaining the confidence in all that we do for them;  that we plant our feet firmly in the decisions that we make, with God’s guidance, and that we set high expectations for our children. 

Plant our feet firmly, Parents, in the belief that our children will challenge us even as we try to do everything possible to make their lives the best that it can be.  Don’t second-guess yourselves as parents.  Don’t you waiver;  don’t you relent, and don’t you give up on our children.  Plant your feet firmly, and know that in the end, you will have done the very that you could to raise one of God’s most precious gifts.  Plant your feet every time you take a stand in parenting each of your wonderful children.  Plant your feet, knowing that one day, they will rediscover that you had a love for them that you couldn’t just tell them about, you showed them.  You showed then, and you will continue to show them from this day forth. 

 As I close parents, I encourage each of you to plant your feet and leave an everlasting footprint for not only your children, but for all of the world to discover.  Plant your feet, firmly, and leave an unmistakable footprint of the love that you have for your children.  Be Blessed.



[1] Qualifications-No information here should be considered as legal, clergical, or counseling.  Please consult your respective professional if you are having difficulties with your children.
[2] The Circle of Life” – Lion King- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Circle_of_Life

Sunday, September 8, 2013

CHANGING THE CONVERSATION © 2013 By Wayne Dan Lewis, Sr.



Let us pray:
Dear God, we are thankful for this, another day.  Thank you for all of your bountiful blessings.  Thank you for family and friends, and for allowing each of us to wake up this morning with the gift of our right minds, and able to appreciate far too many blessings for each of us to count.  Thank you, Heavenly Father.
Dear God, we ask, if you will, to make us an instrument of your peace.  We ask that you touch every part of our bodies, where our hands are used to uplift those less fortunate; that you will touch our eyes, where we are able to show the way to those who cannot see.  Touch our hands, Heavenly Father, make them tools for peace and brotherhood.  Touch our hearts that we maybe more like you, loving, understanding and forgiving.  Touch our tongues that we may communicate universally in a way that each and everyone of us, speak the language of love, as you demonstrate to us by the sunshine and the moon, the wind and the rain, the waters and the trees.  And when we forget Heavenly Father who you are, the Creator of all mankind, touch our minds, and remind us that without you, we are not whole.  These and many other blessings we pray in your Son, Jesus’ name, Amen.

The Loss of Lives
We want to remember the lives lost due to violence throughout our country and, all around the world.  Now, that’s a tall order to fill.  But, then again it is not.  In New Orleans, within the last month, at least 2 children (13 month old Londyn Samuels[1] and Arabian Gayles[2]) were killed due to gun violence.  The frequency of these violent incidents raises the question of what type of conversations are we having not only here in New Orleans and surrounding areas, but also in Chicago, New York, Los Angeles, in the Middle East, and/or even China? 

It may see irrelevant that the conversations that we have here in New Orleans regarding the violence that take the lives of our children and loved ones is related to the same violence that we are in debate regarding Syrian chemical attacks[3], but not necessarily.  There may appear to be no significant relevance between the Sandy Hook School Shootings[4] and the Columbine Shootings[5], as compared to the school shootings in Scotland[6], but there is a relevance.  There is just as much relevance between the shootings as there are between the Boston bombings 2012[7] as the 9/11 attack of 2001[8].  The relevance is not just death but the destruction of communities, and the continuing disregard for life, as well as the continued divisiveness necessary to continue our distrust of and hatred of one another.  All of these incidents, no matter how seemingly irrelevant, are indeed relevant, as long as there is a disregard for life, as long as those who are the orchestrators of violence continue to talk the talk that results in these senseless acts of violence, we need to begin changing the conversations, right at our family tables.

”What are you going to be when you grow up?”
I can’t imagine a parent in this world who has not asked their child what do they want to be when they grow up.  And like many children, they seemed to always want to be something fantastic!  A lot of times the answers seemed to be made to order, that is to say that the child answered just right.  It would seem to make their parents extremely happy in their child’s choice of career path because many children (including myself) seemed to always want to be something that would make their parents happy.

As a parent, I know that my wife and I tried to influence our children along their dreams, or what we thought their dreams were to become.  I know that my own parents, Sarah and Dan, tried to prepare me to become the “doctor”  or “lawyer” that I said I wanted to be by making sure that I was always in school.  I and my wife both apparently learned the importance of ensuring that our children needed to be in school.  So, when we look at our children today, 24 and 33 years of age, not having necessarily achieved the dreams of their youth, but as their parents, we couldn’t be any prouder for whom they have become, and therefore, we have to believe that we must have done something right.  So, what conversations did we have?  And what conversations do other parents have whose children manage to escape a tremendous amount of the dangers and issues that plague so much of our society?

Why is this a Coveted Commandment topic?
The concept of the Coveted Commandment addresses specifically the idea of building wealth.  Theoretically, the Coveted Commandment looks at the 10th commandment and says, there is something wrong with a commandment that condemns one for aspiring to achieve what others have.  But if it is wrong to condemn others for their aspirations, it is equally unsettling that many of our conversations end, not begin with, “let’s kill” in order to achieve what it is we desire to have in life.  We are not evening talking about the 6th Commandment which forbids killing or murdering, we are well beyond any of the 10 commandments, in that our conversations are strictly about taking lives, regardless of the benefit, let alone, the cost to our communities, our cities, and our country.  It leaves the door open to say, if only we were coveting, this would be less of a problem.  But coveting is the least of our problems when as a society, killing for sport, innocent people, from children to adults, means that our conversations are so based, so inadequate, that the only solution is to talk, and its time to change our conversations, if we want to see a change not only in our communities, but throughout the world.  We have to change our conversations, immediately, so that the worst we could be accountable for, is coveting.

Perfect parents raise perfect children
Let’s not be misunderstood that we believe that we raised perfect children.  And let us not falsely convey that we were perfect parents.  In all actuality, it may have little to do with being the perfect parents, as much as it was the perfect message.  From my parents and my wife’s parents, the perfect message was short and sweet:  “You’re going to go to school….”  “You’re going to make something of yourself….”  Or, “You’re going to get a job…” 

Perhaps not in these specific contexts, but by today’s children’s standards, the above messages were clear, subtle, or but not ambiguous.   The overall message was without a need for discussion, or debate.  “You are going to….”  The timing of these messages too, were seemingly unscheduled, but timely.  They may have come at moments when we least have expected them.  For example: when we wanted to watch our favorite TV program. “You are going to finish your homework before you watch any TV!”  There was no debate, or negotiations. 

Another example of the conversation(s) that we had with our parents would be, “When you get out of school, come straight home…”  Did you sense there was an option?  No, it was without question.  Many conversations about school and the future with my parents could be seen by how they found themselves at school on my behalf.  There were times when my parents had to go to school for me.  Yes, I was a hard-head.  I talked too much in class.  I did a lot of detention, but I also got my butt whipped.  My parents were not able to attend my school events all of the time.  They worked odd hours, but they would drop me off, or let me go with someone else’s parents. There was always a knowing of where I was, or who I was with, when I wasn’t being sneaky.  And sneaking around almost cost me an eye.  So, I had to be careful how I deviated from the sternness of my parents.

We know that our children weren’t perfect (there goes that word perfect again), because we weren’t perfect.  But our kids, well, we believe as any parents would believe, our kids were good kids.  They had lots of friends, lots of toys, and lots of love.  So our conversations with our children had to be as loving and unambiguous as the love our parents had for us.

Who Changed the Conversation?
I graduated from Booker T. Washington Senior High School, Class of 1974.  The school, at that time was surrounded by  B.W. Cooper Housing Development.  Many of the students who lived in B.W. Cooper attended Booker T.  I, on the other hand, lived several miles away in the lower 9th Ward.  Booker T. was said to be a better school because it taught several trades, none of which I signed up for, but I did well from 10th to 12th grade.  My parents chose Booker T. over then Caver High School, which was located near 2 housing developments- Desire and Florida.  Carver served a larger population of students, and my parents feared for my safety because of my small size (or, that’s what I was told).  Never mind I was near the Magnolia Housing Development, the Melpomene Housing Development, or the aforementioned B.W. Cooper Development, as long as I was safe. 

Thinking back on those times, regardless of where I attended school, there were very few people whom I knew, who even if they did drugs, weed, pot, or what have you, did not ever seem disinterested in going to school.  There were kids who dropped out of schook, but they could be seen on someone else’s job site, wearing a hard hat, or wearing a shirt and tie.  Sure, there were some who sat in the back of the class, slept through some classes, but they always seemed to come alive around the end of the semester to get their D’s.  It seemed now, that as I look back, the conversations with many of the kids of my era, was the same.  “You’re going to school…”  “You’re going to make something of yourself…” “You’re going to get a job!”  So, as I look at many of our young people of today, particularly our young men, I wonder to myself, who changed the conversation? 

Who says to our young people today, “You can lay around, if you like…”? Or, “You can drop out of school, it’s okay…”  Who changed the conversations between our young people and their parents that allows them to believe that if they don’t put any effort into building their lives, that the world is going to still make it easy for you?  And who, changed the conversation that allows our children to believe that they can live their lives however they want, whether they do drugs, shoot and kill each other as well as innocent babies, that the world would turn their heads and everything would be alright?  Who?

The other conversation that has changed
Again, it wasn’t perfect coming up.  We had bad-ass kids.  I was no angel.  We had kids get put out of school.  But if my memory served me right, their parents had the other conversation.  “If you are not going to go to school, you’re going to work!  You are not going to lay up around here all day!”  Or, words to that effect.  That was the apparent conversation.  Today, please correct me if I am wrong, that conversation, such that it was, has changed.  Who changed that conversation as well?


Are We Too Busy to Talk to Our Children?
Many of us as parents are extremely busy, so we barely have time for ourselves, let alone our children to engage in a constructive conversation.  So, even though our children have the gift of gab, and are very smart, who do they ultimately talk to?  Who indeed?  The kids on the playground, whose parents may not talk to them either.  Speculative as this maybe, I am going to hold fast to this speculation until no more babies are killed, on the regular (slang).  My contention is, no matter how busy we all are, talking to our children, on the regular, is paramount to ensuring our children know how much we love them. 

If we are too busy to talk to our children, we should be sure to put in our place, family and friends who share our values.  Too often, we want to put our children with anyone who says that they will watch our children.  We need to be careful as to those who watch our children who drink heavily, and/or do drugs in our presence,  and know that they don’t necessarily change their behavior just because your child is in their presence.  As best that many of us can tell, our children maybe just ripe for them to teach many of the bad habits that they themselves practice. 

As busy as we maybe, we should never be too busy to know whom we can trust our children to.  It becomes all evident by the conversations that we often have in general.  We have every clue about the conversations that our children are going to be exposed to, whether family or friends, there should be no inconsistency in whom our children are learning from and gaining needed inspiration to achieve their dreams.

Does scolding, fussing, and spanking count?
Yes, but, everything in moderation, of course.  Scolding, fussing and spanking is only productive for so long, and only when either of the three is not the only means of communication.  Scolding, fussing and spanking our children should not be the only manner in which our children relate to us.  Coming home from school, going to the grocery store, on the playground, or getting up first thing in the morning shouldn’t necessarily be dominated by scolding, fussing and spankings.  How is a child supposed to appreciate a relationship that is combative, extremely strict, or lacking any substantive means of communication, about them, as a person?  Talking to our children is key to building their self-esteem and their overall worth.  Will it make them the perfect child?  The probability is higher if more conversation are included.  The probability of a more perfect child is greater when the conversations centers around what they like, who they like, what they don’t like, and what are their dreams (or, so I have heard).  No, I am no expert, but no one else is speculating.

At least, if scolding, fussing and spanking is something one does with love as opposed to anger, it could be appreciated further down the road, that you, as a parent took the time to correct them, or to put them in check, and possibly save them from a life less desired.

Our current conversations, however slight, are based on “no value of life”
Children getting killed is not new.  But it is always horrific.  I can remember crying when I heard about a young 13 year old boy being killed in the 9th ward back in the 90’s.  I was grown a man. I didn’t know the little fellow.  But I remember asking myself, with tears in my eyes, why is this was happening?  I have cried over a number of killings in this city.  Not because I knew the victims, but because I too have felt helpless.  I couldn’t begin to imagine what it must have been like for the families and friends of those who lost their loved ones to violence.  It was a terrible tragedy then, and no less now as a set of parents have buried their 13 month-old daughter who was recently killed as her babysitter was shot in the back, in New Orleans.[9]
Other babies killed:
v     In the State of New York, August 2013, a baby was shot while in her stroller.[10]
v     In the City of Chicago, a baby was shot 5 times while perpetrators shot father twice; [11]
v     In the State of Georgia, March 2013, a baby was shot while in her stroller, 2 teens charged;[12]
These precious souls are a snapshot in time of the violence that permeates America’s streets.  And while many of us will ask what is happening, we know what is happening. We just don’t want to come face to face with the fact that we are avoiding conversation(s) with our children, many of whom are perpetrators or accessories to the fact, of murder.  It is unfathomable that children whose parents talk to them, or talk with them, or spend any quality time with their children, will have children who resort to this level of violence.  I can’t believe that.  Correct me, if I am wrong.

Violence offers little respect for the value of life
But let us also take the time to look beyond our own backyards.  Contrary to many of our beliefs, violence is a problem that knows no borders, and respects very few of us irrespective our innocence, or income.  Violence is no respecter of law, of community, ideas, ideals, values, or allegiance.  The Boston Bombing in April of 2013[13], showed no concern for the value of life; Sandy Hook Elementary in December 2012 [14] showed no concern for the value of life; The shooter who wounded Congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords January 2011, killing 6 people and wounding several others, had no respect for the value of life;  the shooters in the most historical school shooting across America, had no respect for the value of life, killing 13 and wounding 21 in the Columbine Shooting of 1999;  the shootings at Dunblame, Scotland in 1992, respected no value of life, and last but not least, right here in the early part of the 21st century, within the borders of Syria, there is no respecter of life, when innocent lives are said to be taken due to chemical warfare (debatable as to blame, the Syria government or the Syrian Rebels), but nevertheless, innocent lives were at stake, and innocent lives were taken.  From all of these situations, and many like them throughout the world, we have to wonder, how did these conversation start where the end result would be the taking of innocent lives?


Are you a psychologist, psychiatrist, sociologist, or any kind of expert?
There is no doubt in my mind, that each of us believe that we know the answer to the problems that our communities face locally.  And truth be told, I do believe that we all do know the solutions that would make our communities better. Productive and safer.  But I also believe that our elected officials know the answer. I am sure that Police Officers know the answers.  I believe that Teachers know the answers, as well.  I believe that psychologists, sociologists, dermatologists, cosmetologists, and perhaps even our gardners know the solution to the problems that we face in our communities.  To coin a phrase, “it doesn’t take a rocket scientist” to determine what the problem is in our society when our babies are being killed, on the regular (slang), as though it is a sport.   So, what is the answer?  My answer is that the conversations that we have, or fail to have with our children, have taken a toll on the minds of many of our young people, especially outside the home. 

I am no expert.  But for all that it matters, the experts are in hibernation.  I believe that the experts are out to lunch.  I believe that the so-called experts, those who could make a difference in our various communities, to help us turn so many lost lives around, are on the take.  I believe that the experts are afraid to step out and call out those who are orchestrating drugs, violence and guns.  I believe that the experts are out of touch, or out of concern for whether or not another 13 month old gets killed on the streets of New Orleans, Chicago, New York, or Atlanta.  I am no expert, but if what I had to say had any weight, I would only recommend that parents have a long, long, long conversation with their children.  Listen to what their children are saying; engage our children and find out what they are afraid of as well.  Or, as parents, we need to change the conversations that we are having, because we are loosing too many of our children, and the experts have hung out their “Gone fishin’” sign. I believe the experts, who are often on the government’s payroll, are subject to restrictions that may result in lawsuits, or maybe, result in our children being placed in programs that stifle their dreams, rather than open doors that make it possible for them to achieve their greatest potential.

How do we solve this problem? 
Obviously it must be a very simple, and inexpensive solution, because no one is willing to sit down and talk to our young people.  Yes, we will put a musical instrument, video game, or maybe sit our children down in front of a TV to keep their minds occupied, but how much do we talk to our children?  Yes, we may put them in some type of extra curricular activity such as football, basketball, tennis, or ballet, but, how much do we actually talk to our children? Or, if we are really lucky, we will push our children off on some relatives, friends, or nursery where they will watch them for endless numbers of hours until our children barely know who we are, but conversation?  We give our children very little. 


We have had those conversations before
For many of us as parents, we have had those conversations before with our children, but they still get in trouble.  What do we do?  Stop talking? I remember parents who used to say, “I have talked to that boy until I am blue in the face, and he still won’t behave!”  How do we as parents measure the right amount of talking to our children if they are still a problem child?  We have to know that if even if we have 2 or 3 children, that each one deserves their own special amount of attention.  We may have one child whom you can say, “go do your homework”, and they would go without so much as a whimper.  We may have another child whom we have to tell 3 or 4 times to go do their homework, and then we may have to check her on every 10 or 20 minutes.  And then, there is the child who doesn’t listen to anyone.  No matter who talks to them, no matter how much we talk to this one child, there appears to be nothing that we can say to bring them around.  So which one do we focus most on?  As parents, we do not have that choice.  We have to remain as committed as ever to interact with each and everyone of our children, believing that every child can be saved.   

If there is a possibility for one child, we have to believe that maybe the conversation is more about what we want, not what they want.  The problems can’t all be handled alone.  There are professionals, or experts who, for a fee, will provide some type of meaningful guidance.  We can’t always be the lone solution, just don’t turn our children completely over to someone else.  Our children have to know that we haven’t abandoned them.  We just have to know who and know when we can’t handle our problem child by ourselves.  Hint:  The police aren’t the answer.  And speaking of alternatives…

Alternative(s)
Can there be an alternative to not talking with our children?  Can there be an option to not having the conversation that may ultimately save our children’s lives?  I am not any of the specialists or so-called experts that can be called on (for a small fee) to tell us what our children need in order to be successful.  I only bring to the table the fact that I am a father.  When do I stop being a father?  Until I die.  But, I can’t resist the opportunity to be a father to other children; or other people, whom despite being younger or older than myself; who despite their ages in some cases (grown-ups), I still take them on the side and talk to them, fatherly.  And surprisingly enough, they listen.   Are there other alternatives to talking to our children? 

I don’t think that we should have alternatives to communicating with our children.  But I do believe that there should be supplemental activities to communicating.  Such as?  Such as being at the sporting events or dance classes that we put them into.  I think that we should go to their plays at school.  I think that we should go and meet with their teachers and talk to their teachers.  I believe that we should partner with the teachers that teach our children and thank them immensely for their contributions to our children’s future.

Supplemental to talking with our children, we should eat with our children, have lunch, or dinner.  If our children only eat their lunch or dinner alone because we left something in the refrigerator, then we are taking valuable time away from learning something very important about our son or daughter.  For example, we might learn that they decided to become a priest, a tightrope walker, or a fireman.  Maybe, if we spend supplemental time with our children, we may discover that they have a crush on their teacher, or someone in another classroom.  Maybe, if we have supplemental time with our children, we may find out just how smart they are in geography, English or math. 

Feel free to ask the experts.  Any of these suggestions could work if we take the time to have a conversation with our children.  The experts know more than I do.  After all, I am just a father, a parent, and a grandfather, who talks with his children, not at them. 

Pawpaw, will you read to me “The Selfish Giant”?
If there is a real secret to ensuring our children’s success, it is reading to them. There are many who would try to find a way for someone else to read to their children.  Some parents may try to find a way to put their voices on video or some other recording device so that their children could always hear their voices when they weren’t available.  That maybe a good start, but what could be a better start than having a big book with colorful pictures, and characters reading to our little ones?  For us, as parents, it worked before, so now, we have our grandson.  He didn’t like for us to read to him at first.  But, gradually he would sit through 2 or 3 pages.  We would ask him (age 4 then) if he remembered what was read to him and he would start telling us about what was read to him.  But it took a while before one day after we had read a story to him and he asked:  “Pawpaw, next time I come here, will you read ‘The Selfish Giant’ to me?”  It was a story that we had read to him before, and I thought that he didn’t like it.  But he asked that we read this very unassuming story to him, again.  It was a surprise.  A very pleasant surprise.

Wait till your daddy gets home!
Early on in my life, I had met friends who have come from large families.  Some families as large as 10 to 13 kids, same mother, same daddy.  They fought among each other a lot, but were very protective of each other.  But, they never got into trouble at school.  Some of them were trouble-some but not troubling.  10-13 different personalities, oftentimes in small homes.  Their mothers fussed at them, their daddy’s punished them.  But they all ate at the same table.  Imagine what the conversations were like at those tables!  There were a lot of elbows that had to be taken off of the tables.  I bet there were a lot of “Don’t talk with your mouths full!”  I am sure there were a lot of “Say excuse before leaving the table’s”.  Oh, and I am sure there were a lot of “Bow your heads, and let us say grace’s”. 

I point these images out, as I remember them, because I don’t remember any of those kids growing up ever shooting babies.  I don’t remember them doing drugs.  I remember fathers working and mothers staying at home.  I remember my friends fearing the worst because that old familiar refrain was very frightening:  “Wait till your father gets home!”  Whatever that meant to them, it scared the be-jesus out of me.  I knew what that meant at my house, shucks there were 10-13 of them.  Who was going to get it, when “your father gets home”?

Here is the thing, in houses where these situations happened, the conversations were silly, and perhaps meant very little.  The conversations however were a subterfuge to the underlying goal:  to make sure that all 10-13 kids went to and finished school.  If they wanted to go to college, they were on their own, but high school was not an option.  They were going to get up everyday and go to school.  They were going to behave in school, and they were going to come home and do their homework.  They could play after homework.  Eating the prepared meals was not an option, and eating at the table, as a family was imperative, take their baths, and lights were out by 9-everybody, mother and father as well.  These were tightly run ships/homes.  And the kids were never more happy.  What must those conversations have been like?  Priceless, is my guess.  Who changed those conversations of my youth?

Who changed conversations of my youth from just playing football, or baseball, or just playing with dolls to doing drugs, guns, settling differences by shooting or killing, dropping out of school, and domestic violence?  Who changed those conversations where families could set the rules? Where police officers were never involved in the raising of children?  Who changed those conversations from “Come home straight after school” to juvenile detention centers overflowing to capacity because parents “can’t” control their kids?  Who changed the conversations that took children from their homes, and turned them not only against their parents, but their communities, and ultimately, turned themselves against their own dreams?  Who?

Changing those conversations back to the old days is hardly a possibility.  We are not going to be able to put that genie back in the bottle.  But, let’s all agree that the conversations of yesteryear that kept families together, are vital today.  Many of our parents didn’t have degrees, they just had passion.  They had a deep-seated love and a stern look that let us know that they weren’t playing around.  Changing the conversations of today for our young people will take a tremendous effort, because well, we want change immediately.  We want our children to be good boys and girls, but we will have to change our conversations so that every time we engage them, we are good fathers and mothers.  We will have to change our conversations so that what we tell our children will inspire them to achieve the dreams that they are able to accomplish. 

The key to changing our conversations with our children is that we all must be in one accord.  We all must adopt a conversational formula that is just as eminent at school as it is at home.  Our conversations to our children, must include words such as goals, achievement, success, and graduation.  Our conversations must return to a time where we, as parents and community, share the same passion to encourage as we did when we were growing up.  We must work to recapture that best teacher; that best coach, or that best church member, all of whom reached out to us, and who were always able to find something special about us that made us want to be the best that we could be.

What is significant about changing the current conversations that discourage our children is that we do not need permission to inspire, or encourage.   We don’t need permission to give our children a hug, or a congratulatory handshake.  We don’t need permission to take them out for a special lunch, or a snack.  As long as our time spent with out children is built on the love that we knew we craved and deserved as children ourselves, we should have no trouble in recapturing and creating as similar an environment that we either missed out on, or that was created for us coming up.

Disclaimer:  Information provided here is speculative.  Please consult with your clergy, child psychologist, legal representative or mental health profession.  Information provided here while deem reliable is not guaranteed.








[13] Boston Bombing-
[14] Sandy Hook Elementary School Shooting-