Friday, July 6, 2012
He who loves least WINS!
I am now determined to examine the motivation of estranged parents until I make sense of them. They are lessor versions of my mother. But it's still all for show. They are all Mary Poppins on steroids. Mary Poppins with questionable goals.
The Daily Strength group seems to think that parenting exempts them from the consequences that results from backing another adult into a corner.
That they choose lack of self awareness as a tactic to excuse behavior they know is wrong will be their undoing.
The Daily Strength group seem sure their adult kids don't play by the rules.
Their rules say that children are indebted to them for their life. The parent must be treated with dignity and respect, no matter what nastiness they have pulled on their kid.
By "giving" their child life, the child must humble themselves for eternity.
They say they like and miss the old ways, and the old ways say we must defer to our elders.
In my old world way, the elderly were people I looked up to. The generations from before my parents took the time to tell me of their old ways and how to live a measured life. There was never a doubt who was in charge. But they guided us young ones with a light touch and we knew our voice would be heard and given the same weight as any one else.
When we wanted to do reasonable things they rarely said no. And a no answer was followed with a logical explanation of why it would not be. We were never guests when we visited my grand parents and aunts and uncles and who knows what. We became part of a temporary democracy.
My grandmother would take me craw-dad fishing. I never asked. We would get ready to walk her fence and she would break out some bacon and line and after we were done checking the fence we veered off to the tank.
I thought my grand mother was crazy because she would make toast with the heel of the bread even when there were still nice slices of the loaf left. Now I know she didn't care for it more than the better slices. She left the better slices for the children and for her mother who was still living. I now do the same thing with my steps.
They were the type to be caught smiling at their grandchildren if they thought no one was looking. Smiling that they are party to a child's experience. And smiling at the certainty that their memory would live on in their grand child.
They took comfort in the knowledge that as an adult their grand children would tell their children about this person who effected me the way they hope I am effecting them now. And they were right. She lives on in my sisters heart and in mine. I tell anyone that will listen about the way she was.
Daily Strength is comprised of the biggest bunch of blowhards I have seen since the republican party caucused in Dallas back in the 80's.
They haven't earned an iota of respect. The child life I speak about wasn't blind dedication to ass holes just because they got caught out with no condom and I came to be. It's was about what the DS people say they are about. But it was not lip service. The age tier above my parents got respect because respect is what they commanded. It was given freely and without reservation. It was given without them asking.
They were given respect because respect is what they gave us in return.
I can't fathom what it is the Daily Strength calls love or respect. I think they use the word love interchangeably with submission.
Their love is not patient.
It envies and boasts and dishonors.
It delights in evil and hides truth.
Their love betrays.
It is short sighted, and self seeking.
Their love is the love of self.
Over any thing that gets between them and what their entitlement tells them they deserve.
I have to agree with Lisa of El Lay.
They are psychopaths who are so full of shit that you dare not squeeze their heads lest it squirt out their ears.