I recently found myself in
possession of a small puppy that a neighbor of mine found wandering in the
street. He is the kind of puppy that is cute without even trying; but he is
also the kind of puppy that poops everywhere, humps all the living room
pillows, and doesn’t respond to “shut up” when he’s barking at 3am. He needs
constant attention and when he doesn’t get it he bites or finds my favorite
shoes and entertains himself. But oh the moments when he curls up on my lap
with his little puppy head on my chest and watches Dawson’s Creek with me; they
are too sweet to bear.
After I bawled my eyes out two
nights ago about Max’s inhability to tell the difference between my carpet and
the grass outside, I came to the realization that I generally don’t want to be
bothered with things that upset my quaint little life. Max is a major upset in
my life because he is forcing me to think about something other than myself
basically all the time. Interestingly enough, I recently moved into the
position of 2 year old teacher at the childcare center I work at and have found
myself faced with the same challenge at work as I now have at home with Max. It
cannot be all about me anymore.
I have never been a parent, but I
imagine that being one would have a similar effect on someone. It is suddenly
about someone else’s needs way more than your own. You may not have time to eat
lunch or sleep through the night or get to relax on a Saturday anymore. So
maybe I am learning this lesson a little bit earlier than some people, which
must mean that I really need to get a handle on this particular area of my
life.
*****IT’S
NOT ALL ABOUT ME*****
And I mean that in many more ways
than one. Not only is it not all about me because I am in charge of six
2-year-olds and a 2 month-old puppy, but it’s not all about me because I am one
person in a big big world.
Usually when I buy coffee I scout
out the cheapest brand that has a vanilla type flavor and leave it at that. I
am not a coffee connoisseur, I just like to get through my day without losing
my mind. Anyhow, the other day as I was picking up my coffee I noticed
something. I felt guilty about buying the cheapest brand of coffee without any
thought to the farmers who are paid next to nothing for all their hard work. I
even began imagining their family of seven; kids in bare feet, very little food
to eat, dirt floors, one room shack. Then it hit me; I am worried about spending
a few extra bucks on fair trade coffee when there are people out there relying
on those few extra bucks in order to live. I was a little bit ashamed of
myself.
This is just one small example of
my day-to-day selfishness. At times I am unaware of it, which is so much more
dangerous than the times when I am able to realize it. Selfishness is often seen as an evil
quality, one that bad people have and not good people. But I disagree. We are
selfish; it is a human quality. We just have to be willing to admit that and
take whatever steps we need to take to be a little bit less selfish. For me
that starts with buying fair trade coffee.
“It is a trait we hate in other people but
justify in ourselves.”
Stephen Kendrick
Good for you Liz! What a beautiful way to put such a realization. And you're totally right about the kid thing. He has totally changed my time frame, pace of life, and the kinds of things I can do, but I wouldn't have it any other way.
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