Treat everyone with politeness, even those who are rude to you - not because they are nice, but because you are. ~Author Unknown
I found a cool site today on kindness... quotes to relieve stress and they were about being kind to one another.
I was home sick today from church and was pondering some things. Nothing specific brought it to mind, nothing new (that I know of) has been written or posted, it's just the general tide that I see around me in various places.
What started all of the flaming, trolling and unkindness in our hobby on the Internet? Was it reality TV or Jerry Springer? Did we learn it from the modern/young/hip TV show writers? Was it when diversity training in our workplace started labeling us as "dinosaurs" that younger people lost respect for those with more years behind us than before us? When did we decide that the only way we could speak our minds was with anonymity and when did the goals change from speaking out to right a wrong to speaking to spread hurt, rumors and untruth?
When did foul language become acceptable and when did TV shows have to go to the bathroom to find humor? Do writers know how to be funny anymore without using profanity or sexual humor?
I know that I'm "old". I grew up reading novels by Grace Livingston Hill where the romantic couple shared a kiss on the last page. I watched I Love Lucy, The Ed Sullivan Show and December Bride. Saturdays meant Roy Rogers and Superman when we had a TV. I was taught to say please and thank you and to be kind to everyone, especially my elders.
Not to say that I haven't made mistakes, we all have. I know the 1950's and 1960's weren't perfect and a lot of things went on under the cover of darkness. But in the era in which I grew up, the desire was for people to be kind, language to be appropriate and niceness was the desired "norm". Parents were expected to control the children, know where they were and impose curfews. Kids had chores and guidelines. Schools were strict on dress and behavior. Teachers were respected and had control over the classroom.
Reflection is, I suppose, natural, as one year comes to an end and we await the birth of a new year. I enjoy so much of the way things are in this era, but wish that all of you who didn't know the innocence of some of the earlier years could experience in a small way the peace and happiness found in our small town back then.
I never worry about how many pages I will create in the new year. I never say that I resolve to get caught up with my scrapbooking. The making of pages is fun and they make a lovely way to enjoy our present and remember our past, but the most important thing is to concentrate on making good memories. Take the time to do meaninful things with your loved ones.
I can leave two hundred beautiful scrapbooks to my family and friends, I can use the best materials, the trendiest supplies and spend thousands of dollars to house them, bind them, or have them professionally bound in beautiful coffetable books, but if I have spent all of my time shut up alone creating the books while the rest of the family is out making the memories ...what have I gained?
Being an empty nester, I am so aware of how fleeting time is...how fast your babies become adults and are off on their own. I even appreciate this with our pets. When one of my dogs comes running in with a ball and wants to play, more times than not, I get up and go throw the ball a bit. That adds joy to their life and to mine. I love to see them "smile" when they realize that you are going to play with them.
Don't worry if you don't get your photos out of the boxes, trust me, they aren't as fragile as we have been lead to believe! Make the memories and enjoy each precious moment with your family and friends. Take photos when you can but don't miss out on important moments because you are the one with one eye stuck to the viewfinder. When you can't store it on film, store it in your heart and relive it and replay it with your family. Flood and flame can destroy those things in boxes and albums, can destroy our hard drives and float our best digital cameras away, but unless we suffer from some kind of memory loss disease, those memories stored in our hearts just become more precious with time.