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Not necessarily in that order. But where I will continue and regularly talk about all that goes on in the life of Mr Mom, my humorous stories about my husband, family and travels to the serious topics of my work and passions to the getting old part of my life, and what that means for an old queen like myself.
I had a conversation yesterday with a person that shall remain nameless, because I do not want them to feel embarrassed, or that I am picking on them or in fact that I think they are too are wrong.
What I know in life is that we all have such different perspectives on life and that for all intense and purposes ALL of our opinions should be valid.
Our conversation was around fostering and adoption as are most of my conversations. This person was of influence in the field of work, probably the high end of a six-figure salary. Highly educated, (my assumption), had what I look at as having it all.
Great lifestyle for this person, two homes, beautiful car, travels extensively and what some would say a great career. Organically, this person is someone that I would admire, and have respect for because of their work ethic.
I would not consider this person a “friend”, but certainly, a regular acquaintance, one that I am sure if both of us had more time could easily develop into one of those long friendships.
Our conversation went something like this;
Them: So what are doing with all your free time now (knowing that I do not sit on the provincial or national boards any longer)
Me: You know my life fills in like quicksand. I am doing respite still as we are waiting for our potential last child to be adopted.
Them: I don’t know how you do it, what do you get out of raising somebody else’s kid? You should just travel. Let the government look after them, they are the ones that took them in the first place.
Me: Well, sorta true in a sense, I certainly did not take them, but isn’t our duty as a community to do what we can when we can?
Them: Yes so just write a cheque.
Me: But then what happens to the kids that need a place to heal, recover and be out of potential immediate danger?
Them: Well orphanages have worked all over the world for hundreds of years.
Me: Really, even with all the reported known abuse, the sometimes misappropriation of funds going into these facilities?
Them: that is so far and few between, it’s a numbers game, you can’s save them all.
Me: No, I get that, but my role, in my mind, here on earth is to be the best citizen I can possibly be. If I have the ability to change something I should do it, shouldn’t I.
Them: Your “role” is to look after you, no one else just you. Make sure you are ok, you support yourself and all is good. If you have extra donate it to the cause you like and live your life.
So you can imagine what my heart and my head is now doing. I say again, I respect all that this person has done in their lives, and my limited interaction would have never have guessed that they could think this way. Here is my dilemma, is it ok to think this way, just because it differs so widely from mine is it wrong?
I have always talked about those of us that give and those of us that take. And some takers that think that they are givers because they buy a present or gift for someone, that makes them a giver.
I want to believe that we all serve a purpose here on earth and that our roles in our communities will come as they need to arrive.
I was, to say the least, shocked at his seemingly non-compassionate attitude to what I consider a “world epidemic” of kids in crisis. Communities all around the world, where kids are being treated horribly, they are starving and dying and being beaten daily. Where there seems to be no one there to protect them let alone save them.
The conversation left me sad and wanting to find a solution to help people see a bigger, more desperate picture. But how does one go about doing that when clearly it is so ingrained in a being.
I am so wanting anyone to write to me their thoughts on giving back and just being compassionate, I am not judging anyone, but again I felt judged for what I do? Anyone?? Thoughts?