Monday, November 21, 2011
Of rubber chickens and gratitude...
I think enough is a concept that is entirely foreign to most Americans nowadays. We're taught that you can never be too rich, too thin, to always demand the best, that we deserve fine things just for being us, to stock up, to collect. Enough is a foreign concept and I think many people actively discourage such thinking. Sometimes I think this idea of never having enough comes from those people who survived the Great Depression. Having experienced the lack of so many things and not being sure where your next meal might come from, there can never be enough for some of these folks, and I think they passed that way of thinking on to subsequent generations but without the deprivation to give it context. When we bought our house, my in-laws were terribly concerned that we didn't have enough for it. My husband tried to explain how housing prices have gone up since they had bought their house in the 50s, but how salaries have as well, and that unlike their situation, we both work and have equivalent incomes. They still worried that it wasn't enough, even though we had been very careful to choose a house that was well within our affordability. I think for folks who have been through the Great Depression, there is never enough and that is one of the great tragedies of that time in our history.
But back to being thankful. I love Thanksgiving for the reflection it inspires. I think often of my grandma's saying, especially when I'm tired and cranky and whining. Especially these days, you don't have to look hard to see someone who's just barely squeaking by, who's under tremendous pressure to try to take care of their family, especially when they're surrounded by the pressure of buying a million expensive gifts for Christmas that they really can't afford. Whenever my job irritates me, I think of the thousands of people who would be grateful for any job, as well as the people working jobs that are so physically demanding that it takes their health, and of the people working as many jobs as they can fit in the day just to get by.
PS- Good grief, what a sanctimonious post. More police blotter reports and plastic dinosaur pictures to come soon.