Alright, so I’ve made the ladies at church upset. Sunday during church, we were talking about raising strong and righteous children. I said (as it mentioned specifically in the manual) that we shouldn’t over-shelter our children from the world and we should teach them to make tough choices. I said something about how we need to prepare our children for the difficult choices that lay ahead of them, and by hiding them away in a closet until they were adults was doing them a disservice.
Well, I got totally lambasted from several of the ladies in the room. Some of them said we need to “cocoon” our children from the evils of the world. We need to protect them from pain, suffering and difficult choices until they are adults. Someone else said how glad they were to live in Utah where they were sheltered from the big bad world (HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!! – ok stop laughing now). That was the point I almost exploded into a million pieces on the nice church carpet. Are these women aware of what’s going on in their children’s schools? Surely they must know that there’s just as much sex, drugs, and porn as everywhere else in the world. Surely they weren’t saying that only in Utah were there good people.
I tried all afternoon to reconcile it in my mind. Surely we were just having a difference in semantics. The language we were speaking only served to belie our true opinions, which must be similar, right?
I couldn’t do it. No matter what scenario I created in my head, it wouldn’t jive with what was said. The women who spoke are women I love and respect. Could I be wrong? Could they be wrong? Could we both be right? Is there just a difference in parenting style, with little or no difference of real quantifiable substance? At the end of the day, will our children all be as equally well equipped to deal with the world, even with such vastly different beliefs as to how they are raised?
I still don’t have the answer. It’s too easy for me to always assume that I am right (because I foolishly tend to always assume I am.) My tendency to be bull-headed tells me that I have all the answers, but my practicality tells me that I can’t possibly be right all the time. With this kind of issue, I feel like I need to get it right. Our children really are facing issues more weighty and of greater import than previous generations. The responsibility to rear them requires my constant communication with the Lord.
He just hasn’t clued me in on this one yet. Alright smart ladies… HELP.