A Little Perspective

My friend Cathy once told me a story about her mom. Cathy was in high school and had saved up money to buy her first Coach purse (It was 1988 so this was as big as her hair was). After only a short time, Cathy lost her purse and was inconsolable. She cried and complained and whined for days. Her mother lent a sympathetic ear, but after a few days of Cathy’s complaints, she was done.

“Oh for crying out loud Cathy! Get over it. It was just a purse.”

Cathy was taken aback. And although her mother’s words may have hurt a little, they gave her something she didn’t have: perspective. It was just a purse. And suddenly, instead of being utterly depressed, she was a little embarrassed by her actions.

I’m not sure why Cathy ever told me that story or why it stuck with me, but it popped into my head again this morning as I was trying to parent.

My daughter Faye has spina bifida and her life is a struggle sometimes. I’m constantly torn between lending a sympathetic ear and giving her a dose of perspective. Two days ago Faye had a minor surgery on her knee. For my husband and I, this was like having her wisdom teeth pulled. We’ve clocked in well over 20 surgeries in her 11 years of life, and some of them were doozies. This time we were in at 8 and out by 4 with no pain and only a leg brace she has to wear for 13 days to keep her leg straight. Couldn’t be easier.

But not to Faye.

This morning when I made her go back to school there were so many tears over the leg brace. The leg brace people. She wears braces of a different sort EVERY DAY. She walks with a walker. Why would she care if she had on a soft cast? She was concerned that kids would make fun of her.

So what did I do? I choose perspective. There wasn’t an ounce of sympathy. “No one at school has ever made fun of you! They aren’t going to start now!”

I even told her to stop the crying – as if that ever works. Nor is it very nice.

It was a rough morning.

I walked Faye to her classroom and helped her get settled in her desk. The window was cracked and we could hear all the kids playing outside. The smell of spring drifted in. No one else was there. She was just sitting alone at her desk. It was time for me to go, but I paused. I could not have painted a sadder picture.

“Are you ok? Are you still feeling sad?”

“If I tell you I’m still sad, will you take me home?” She looks away and I see her chin quiver a little.

“No honey, I’m sorry.”

“Then what difference does it make how I feel?”

With that she put her head down on her desk and I ran to the car and cried.

Did I do the right thing? I don’t know. She needs me to be tough with her, to help her find the independence that comes naturally to others, but I just wanted to swoop her up and take her home with me.

Choosing between sympathy and perspective is so hard as a parent.

When you have a kid that struggles with homework every night, when do you empathize and when do you tell them to buck up?

My sister has a gifted daughter that struggles with being a perfectionist. I mean it’s a struggle. She loses sleep and is only in the 4th grade. How do you add perspective to that?

My son is extremely sensitive. Where do I draw the line between acknowledging his feelings were hurt and telling him he needs to grow some thicker skin?

No way are we going to get it right all the time.

When my daughter was younger and would whine about something she didn’t have, I would always bring up my missions trips or talk about how much the rest of the world doesn’t have. One time before I could even begin my usual response she clenched her teeth and said “So help me, if you tell me about the kids in the third world countries one more time I will have a breakdown. I don’t live in a third world country mom. I live here. Can you just listen to how that makes me feel?”

Fair enough Emily – that day I needed to hand out a little less perspective.

There are really no answers to any of these questions. We just need to plug along as parents and keep doing the best that we can do.

I guess we’ll know if we succeeded when they are adults. They will have felt loved, but have stories to tell their friends about the time their parent taught them perspective.

Cathy found her purse by the way. All that crying for nothing.

She has also grown up into a woman who loves people more than things and would not spend weeks crying over a lost purse anymore.

Her mom probably doesn’t even remember that story – but it just goes to show that sometimes we can get it just right.

Because We’re All Just Pilate in Disguise

My bible study group has been reading through the book of Matthew this past year and very appropriately we are just coming up to Jesus’s arrest and trial this week prior to Easter.

Last night a discussion began about Pontius Pilate.  If you don’t know his role in this story, he was Roman governor at the time.  When Jesus was arrested, he was brought before Pilate and it was Pilate’s job to discern if Jesus was innocent or guilty.

Pilate questions Jesus, asking him “Are you the king of the Jews?  Don’t you hear the testimony they are bringing against you?”

Pilate knows that the Jewish leaders have arrested Jesus because they are envious of him.  Pilate acknowledges that he can find no wrong against Jesus.  Pilate responds with “You brought me this man as one who was inciting the people to rebellion.  I have examined him in your presence and have found no basis for your charges against him.  As you can see, he has done nothing to deserve death.  Therefore, I will punish him and release him.”

But the crowd insists upon Jesus’s crucifixion.

So Pilate takes a bowl of water and washes his hands in front of the crowd.  “I am innocent of this man’s blood,” he said.  “It is your responsibility.”

Then Pilate hands Jesus over and turns his back on the entire situation.

And here stands the debate.  By turning a blind eye on the situation, one that he knew to be in error, is Pilate truly innocent?

My group responded overwhelmingly no.

But if he isn’t innocent, then don’t we need to take a look at  all the times that we wash our hands of an issue and say Not my problem.

So many of us choose to walk though this life with our eyes focused in such a narrow line that our cares and concerns don’t go beyond what directly crosses our paths.  And our love for those around us, and well, let’s be honest, our love for ourselves and our things, takes priority over most other concerns around the world.  But should it?

People have asked me why I go overseas to adopt when there are children right here in the US that need help.  I usually say that is just where God called me.  And while that is true, I sometimes feel that question comes from this narrow focus of things over there should just not be our problem.

While driving around Ethiopia during our adoption of Mesfin I saw some huge vultures over the city dump.  They were astounding so we stopped to take some pictures.

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Then my point of view shifted and I saw this.

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Yes, that woman lives at the dump. There are countless numbers of parents and children who live at that dump and scour it daily to find something to eat. We can not just wash our hands of that. She is our problem.

The crowd will insist that you worry about your own. You have enough going on right now.

When retailers like Wal Mart are consistently tied to immoral practices overseas, are we really entitled to just wash our hands of the problem so we can obtain an 88 cent box of mac and cheese?

The crowd will tell you that we deserve that low price guarantee! It’s a struggle to feed 5 growing children.

Slavery is at an all time high in our world today.  There are more slaves at this moment, right now when you read this, then were ever kidnapped off the continent of Africa in the 300 plus years that travesty went on.

The crowd will tell you that is a lie.

I understand that this is a battle never to be won. I’m reading The Locust Effect right now that discusses how violence is the most painful of all issues suffered by the poor. And after every heart crushing chapter I stop and think “God, what am I supposed to do with this information?!” The systems are so broken and people’s ideals are so warped, it is beyond me to ever be able to even touch.

Yet I do know this – I am NOT allowed to just wash my hands and say Not My Problem.

The crowd will insist that you can.

So today you may not encounter someone held in slavery, nor a man perishing in prison under false arrest, nor a family that lives in a dump.  But you will make small decisions about where you shop and the brands of clothing you buy that can help start a movement.  You will pass a widow, or a single mom, or a lonely person and you can choose to do something about that.  You could find a way to change the life of an orphan by helping someone finance an adoption.  Today you can decide to look up and around, instead of in, and you can choose to care and love about all that suffer, even if you can’t see a way to change it and it is all the way “over there.”