On Yesterdays and Tomorrows

When I think about how to make this world a better place, I instantly look to the generation that is waiting-in-the-wings.
The ones that don't even know that the weight has been placed upon them.
I think about what a load that is for these up-comers to bear. Considering their ages haven't even hit double-digits yet.
That it is completely up to them to rid the world of the nasties.

But that is faulty logic.
We, the adults - the generation of the now, might not be able to fix things but it is up to us to set the examples and to lead accordingly.

I got to thinking about how my compassionate heart became that way. How as much of a spit-fire I can be IRL, I am or try to be, kind. I tend to see things that others might not where other people are concerned.
And I got to thinking about how that came about.
I reflected on the adults in my life that fashioned and molded me. The adults who made the most postive lasting impressions.

You all are probably rolling your eyes and sighing, saying to yourselves Yeah, we know. We know. Your dad and that damned reggae music. Sheesh. Shut your pie-hole, would ya?

And while yes, my dad had the major positive influence on me, my compassion, my kindness, my manners came from my grandmother (my dad's mom).
She was the one that taught me to think of others first.
To always be polite.
To welcome anyone - to try and make them feel at home.
If anything, my grandmother was about propriety. And I don't mean that in a snooty way.
She just strongly felt that you should act a certain way to other people. And that way was always kind and polite.
And many others had their hands in the pot as far as the shaping-of-me went.
There were religious leaders, parishioners of our church, teachers, other relatives, etc.

It certainly wasn't any one person.
There were many.

I see how our society really gears toward the individualistic approach to things and I can't help but to think how sad it is.
And I reflect about how we push our kids to be independent, to not need anyone. Or at least need others as little as possible.
And then how shocked we are when they do find their wings and find their way and gain that independence, we scratch our heads and wonder
Why don't they need us? Why don't they come around?

I think about the gaping hole that would be left behind in my spirit or creative mind had I not been influenced by Mrs. Duncan, my 4th & 5th grade art teacher.
The battered little girl (emotionally) who never asked for hugs, but got them on a daily basis from Mrs. Bridge nee Pokoiski.
Or the feeling of belonging to something bigger at Christ Episcopal Church because of Rev. Lindermann, Mrs. Budd, Mr. & Mrs. Warren, Mr. Mitchell, Mrs. Bright, Mrs. Bonner and all of my friends in my sunday school class.
Or the unconditional love from Aunt Marie, Aunt Vicki, my Dad, Eileen (my stepmom), and my younger brothers and my mom.
The list could go on.

I might be in my metamorphosis stage right now. And I am certainly still working on myself to help better the world. I'm still trying to figure out what that means for me, exactly.
And those people above had a hand in it.
When I feel my heart overflow for someone, it is because of the love and caring that these people have showered on me.

And adults everywhere should be so mindful of the little eyes that look up to us and the little hands that need holding.
While they may be the future
We are the now.

18 ripples in the pond:

Her Grace said...

I can really relate to this post. Our generation is just hitting it's stride, getting ready to hit our peak. As much as we should be preparing the next generation for what's to come, it's OUR turn on deck right now.

Great post.

thailandchani said...



You're right. Your generation and those who come after you can change the world, just as we did in the 60s. Being mindful about how that's done is all that's required. Ending the fierce individualism that my generation dumped on all of you would be a good beginning. :)



Tabba said...


It might me armchair waxing, but I think that it is possible to have individual talents and gifts be used to help the community. I don't think we have to make it so that they are mutually exclusive. And I don't know why our society has gotten stuck in that mindset.
What do you think that reason was - that fierce individualism as you put it of the 60's? Do you think it was because of the bland sameness of the Levittowns and suburban what-have-you of the 50's?
I'm curious as to what you think was the precursor.

Tabba said...

i meant might *be* not me....sheesh.

Jen M. said...

YAY for you! What a fabulous post! Today is Philanthropy Thursday over at my blog and I am entering you in the drawing, because you made the world a little nicer by posting this today.


Joker The Lurcher said...

yes - some of the adults who i came across certainly kept me afloat

flutter said...

oh tabba, you sweet thing...

carrie said...

It really does take a village.

All of us.

Yours, thankfully, did a good job!

FreeThinker said...

Some of us adults still have some child in them ... and shouldn't we all?

Aliki2006 said...

Such sound advice. I wish more people would turn to the little eyes and ears of the new generations, and think about the legacies that are being passed on.

Tabba said...

@ Freethinker: Yes. Yes. I completely agree.

jen said...

here, here. leading by example.

Mary-LUE said...

I was definitely impacted by adults in ways that they probably never imagined--both for good and for bad.

Great thoughts today, Tabba!

KC said...

This is how children develop emotionally- and how they gain a mastery (or not) of emotional intelligence- through the example of adults around them. If only all of their influences could be positive.

deb said...

Your father sounds like a wonderful man, and well, he's hot too. Can't forget that. Poor Tabba's thinking, ewww!
Anyway, I digress, sounds like there were a lot of wonderful, kind people there in your life while you were growing up. You were truly blessed sweetie.

Denguy said...

Good for you for saying so--we are the now.

slackermommy said...

Damn girl, you are wise beyond your years.

Mommahbear. said...

This is a beautiful post and brought to my mind so many people that I have loved in my life. Thankyou for sharing.