Tuesday, May 12, 2015

The Fair Comes Once A Year...

Hold on to your britches, y'all.  Sweet Tea Mama is about to go on a rant!

I'm tired of it.  Sick and tired of it.

You know.  This thing they call "the age of entitlement".

Oh, you don't know?? Well, allow me to impart some knowledge into your precious little head.

Entitlement literally means, "the belief that one is inherently deserving of privileges or special treatment'.   Let me put that a little more clearly.  "The belief that I don't have to work for it. I deserve it. Rules don't apply to me. Because I'm cute. And precious.  And wonderful. And awesome.  And all the things my mama told me I am since the day I was born!"

Now, don't you get me wrong for one second.  I love my children.  All three of them.  And I believe they are all cute. And precious. And wonderful. And awesome.  But I also believe, and have taught them from birth, that nothing in life is free.  We have to work hard.  Train hard.  Pray hard.  Live well. Serve others.  Love big.  Be our best. Fight the good fight, and run the race with endurance.  Nothing is going to be handed to you.  Or at least it SHOULDN'T be.

And bless their little pea-pickin' hearts, they believe me! They come into this very room every evening and spend hours on homework.  They attend study sessions with friends.  They stay after school when needed to make-up work, or ask for extra help. Yes.  My babies all make honor roll.  And yes, I brag like crazy on them.  Because they work HARD, and they DESERVE it.

They take all their activities seriously.  They spend time in their rooms rehearsing guitar, reading books, learning how to write computer programs, painting, and writing songs.  They attend rehearsals and practices regularly.  They were also taught from an early age that when you START something, you FINISH it.  And if you COMMIT to something you SEE IT THROUGH.  We don't quit.  Ever.

Even when it seems that all odds are stacked against you, and your back is against the wall... you move forward.  Step by step.  Inch by inch if necessary. But you MOVE. FORWARD.

And when you break the rules THERE. ARE. CONSEQUENCES.  Always tempered with GRACE, and UNCONDITIONAL LOVE, but CONSEQUENCES none the less!

So what's my problem?

Well, I guess it just makes me stone-gut sick to see that, more and more, the rest of the world doesn't share my values.

That even when others work super hard to achieve something, there are some that receive the same awards and accomplishments due to "entitlement".  That some are told, "you have to choose between this and that" when others are allowed "both".  That some can get away with not doing homework, or being late to class, or wearing shorts too short (according to dress code) because they are on "XYZ Athletic Squad", or because their Daddy is "Mr. Insert Community Title Here".  That some who have given their all to certain teams or organizations get cut from the rosters simply because of gender?

Am I making any sense here?  I don't know.  Maybe I'm just rambling to hear myself ramble.  But that's okay, too.  Maybe I just needed to get all this out.  Vent a little.  You know, if us Southern Gals don't vent, we just might explode. (And Lord knows, that ain't good for nobody!)

Well, here we are.  I'm finally gettin' around to the moral to the story.  This is what I tell my kids constantly.  I guess, in this situation, this is what I need to tell myself.

It's not fair.

Life's not fair.

The fair comes once a year...

BUY A TICKET!!

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