Excuse me a moment while I climb up on my soapbox!

Standard

This last weekend I had the time to sit down with some of the other dance moms in my daughter’s competition dance team.  We were chatting about some of the current events in the news. One was about the Cleveland women who had been found after being kidnapped for 10 years and the other was about a story closer to home. It was about an eight year old girl who had been stabbed to death and police were now investigating the murder.

The moms  were surprised when I told them that I thought the 12 year old brother had done it.  I had no other explanation other than what I had heard on the news and all the facts just were not adding up. We talked about other possibilities that could have happened to the girl just hoping that a 12 year old boy could actually not do something so meaningless to his own sister.

It was the very next day that the police released the statement that they had in-fact found the killer and the evidence lead them back to the 12 year old brother.

Yesterday the moms that I had been talking to were coming up to me asking me if I was psychic or something and how I could have possible have known.  I had even told my husband my feelings the day it happened and he exclaimed ” You called that one!”

No I am not able to see the future but I am however tuned in to society, and sadly it’s predictability.

It seems that the headlines are filled with stories of people trying hard to sweep the wrong doings of their loved ones under the carpet.  I am afraid that the same is true for the Cleveland brothers who claim that they would have turned their brother in had they known that he was up to something.  I call “bologni” on that one also.

You see, people just can not stand up and be accountable for things that they do wrong.  They would rather spend endless energy on doing what ever it took to find someone else to blame for it.  It’s stories like this that make hypocrisy like wildfire in media.

I remember quite a few years back being called into the school office because of some
“girl drama” that was going on with the cheerleaders.  My eldest daughter so happened to be on the team. All the mothers sat and listened as the cheer squad coach told us about the things that had been going on that pertained to girls acting out against other team mates trying to destroy their reputation. The coach had said that the student’s involved were in jeopardy of being kicked of the team.

I sat and listened to each of the women who daughter’s were involved, mine included try to pass blame on others.  Then when it came to my turn to talk , I said this: ” If my daughter is involved, kick her off.  That is the repercussion of doing something so heartless to someone.  She is a leader in cheer squad and if she is doing this, then she deserves to have that privilege taken away.”  You could have heard a pin drop and several of the moms caught flies in their mouths as they stared at me.  How  could I be so mean?  I don’t think I got the Mother of the Week for that and I really don’t care because that is how I feel about these things.

I do not claim to be better than anyone else.  In fact I boldly proclaim to be a cracked vessel that everyday, relies on the blood of Jesus and His forgiveness to fill in those cracks, helping me from falling apart.

I hold my daughters accountable for their wrong doings and I do not claim that they are precious, sinless creatures. I wish that others would do the same.

Maybe if we start holding others accountable for their actions and not let our feeling get in the way of following through on discipline then society would be a better place.

The bible claims in Proverbs13:14, Those who spare the rod of discipline hate their children. Those who love their children care enough to discipline them.

About Denise Burdett

The child inside of me wants to create something beautiful everyday. I love to sketch, paint using watercolor or acrylics, photograph fun and odd things, sew or sculpture with clay. I also find it fun to blog and write about things that are relevant to me and my family. I pour countless hours of myself into my art because it is something I am able to escape in. I love to read books,write stories and illustrate stories. I am very passionate about my love for God. He has brought me through so much in my life: The good, the bad, and the ugly. It is because of his faithfulness that I am who I am today and all that I have is because of Him.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s