Perfectly expressed by my fellow writer, Ellen Lambert (who blogs at EllenOutLoud at Braveheartwomen.com) I woke up hearing the words, “Children don’t like it when their parents fight.” Ellen captures this sentiment perfectly.
I grew up in a family where the parent people fought all the time. All the time. It was habitual. It was constant. It was distressing, disturbing, and annoying. Nothing was ever resolved; no conclusions were ever drawn. The current debt-ceiling debate is giving me flashbacks.
Maybe it’s because I was raised around it, but I am not a big fan of bickering. I loathe name-calling. I abhor baseless rhetoric.
I do, however, adore a good debate. I sure wish we could have one.
Between the finger-pointing, blaming, and pouting I just wish the Great Playground Monitor would call a big recess to recess and send all the squabbling brats and bullies to time-out or home, it makes me no difference
I never had the power to get my arguing progenitors to stop. I do remember asking them to. Yesterday I asked my representatives in Washington to do the same. I used to tell my parents that they had to stop behaving so stupidly; they were supposed to be taking care of me. I reminded my Senators and Congress people of that too.
Yes, all the juvenile posturing and gesturing does remind me of a time when I never had a say in things, but now that I do? Oh, I intend to make my voice heard. Out loud.
Speak up, and Soldier on!
What to do? What to do after hearing the President plead for cooperation and putting the needs of the country first? What to do after watching a dysfunctional Obama/Boehner face off in prime time? How to answer your growing anxiety about the House and Senate producing dueling debt ceiling plans?
Many American households are exasperated with their elected officials. Versions of “We are worried about our own house and its ‘debt ceiling’ ” are being expressed all across our Country.
Bill Clinton, among others, famously assessed that foreign policy begins “at home.” While Clinton was referrring to “home ” in the broad sense…I want to talk about my response to the uncertainty in a specific sense.
“IN YOUR HOME – PEACE.” This is one of the few places where I can honestly govern the environment. This literal place and within my own thinking. I can express my opinions, I can contact my elected representatives, I can write letters. Peace – that elusive contentment and internal certainty – is not to be found in those places. Nor can I control or insist on its presence in those places. But my own soul? My own home? Absolutely. I can claim peace in those palces.
In the coming days our national conversation may very well heat up. Perhaps your own personal economy is close to your maximum debt ceiling. In all your struggles, both global and local, my wish for you in the midst of all this uncertainty and dysfunctionis that in your home – may there be peace.