The Norm?

While watching the news this morning, I found that there was another shooting close to where I live. It must have happened while I was sleeping, am I used to the sound and just slept through it? That’s a frightening thought, I don’t ever want to get used to it.

I don’t understand how someone can hold a gun in their hand and use it to kill another person. Don’t misunderstand me either, although I’ve never fired a gun if my family were in danger and I had access to one I would definitely do it. I used to daydream that I was home when our house was broken into and that I would either shoot the people that did it or beat them with a wooden baseball bat that I keep behind my door. So if you’re protecting your family, I completely understand and agree with your actions.

Children, teenagers, they seem to be unavailable to the emotion of what they are actually doing. Taking and removing someone’s life from the world as we know it.  Do you think they will realize what they did when they get older and face their own mortality? Or maybe because they do face their mortality just by walking down the street that to them, it’s just daily living. I can’t say that I completely understand it but then I have to look at how my surroundings have changed me. No longer do I spend any time outside, I don’t plant a garden nor do we barb-b-que like we used to. We actually keep the grill inside the house now so that it doesn’t get stolen. I keep my curtains and windows closed unless I’m directly near it during the day so that I can quickly close it if needed. I’m literally a shut-in because of how the neighborhood has changed.

With the children of today being born into a neighborhood that is already like this, it’s quite possible that this is the norm to them so why think any different. I don’t believe most of the parents teach them the ideals of right versus wrong in this case. The parents now are the first generation of the violence truly spiking out of control so why would they teach their children any different? Their parents, the grandparents of today, have to step in and in a lot of cases, it’s just too late for them to have an effect on the child. I pray for these grandparents because it would break my heart to see my grandchild take another humans life when not in danger.

Some used to say it was video games that produced unfeeling people but I don’t believe that. No, I don’t think a game needs to have all of the violence that it does either but it takes a parent to explain to a child the difference between reality and a game, then again the parent shouldn’t be letting a young child play that either in my opinion. Parents of today are not taking responsibility for what they left out of their child’s upbringing. Not every child is the same and I understand that if things out of their control happen such as mental or health issues. Some of these can cause violent outbursts and I don’t blame the parent if they’re trying.

I guess I’m old school when it comes to raising children. Parents should be there for their children and talk to them whether it’s something you’re comfortable with or not. I just spoke with my granddaughter the other night about a child predator that was on the news the other night. My son wasn’t comfortable with it but I showed him how to make the conversation young enough for her and so she still understood (to a point, no descriptions). He’s comfortable with getting ready to have the girl talk with her as I’ve gotten him ready for it. Our children, for the most part, are a product of how we raise them. What we instil in them and talk to them about is what they take with them and reflect on others. Respect is first and foremost in our home and outside of our home and I have no tolerance for disrespect.

We do have electronic devices, you can’t live in today’s world without them but we know the limits and when to put them away. A family doesn’t survive mainly by video chat alone. Give a hug, shake a hand for heaven’s sake send a real letter! There is nothing more touching than receiving a letter that someone took the time to actually write. Smile to the cashier and put down your phone, she or he are human too. Get back into the world and I’ll bet the world responds.

I wish I didn’t have to describe myself as old school just for things that I believe should be normal; it’s quite sad to think of it that way. Maybe the saying of one day at a time can also be used for one person at a time. I’m not sure because sometimes I feel very outnumbered. But if not for me trying, there would be one less person to do so. Maybe it can make a difference?


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I like to think I'm a normal everyday woman but my mind tells me otherwise. I fight my battles and post them here. I don't tell my family and real life friends that I write here. This is my own little way of having "someone" to talk to. My own little therapy session if you will. I welcome comments and opinions but I have enough negativity to last a lifetime already . My world is changing and now more than ever I need support and encouragement but I'm still too afraid to let anyone know that it's me writing here.