Yesterday, twice I heard a statement that really bothered me. It was about not respecting the elders of the community. Really?
In the first instance, since it was posted in a teacher’s network I can only assume that it was written by a teacher and the comment went something like, “If as an elder you don’t have something positive that I can learn from then I can’t respect you.”
The second story came from a high school classroom. One of the students made a comment that old people have no use in society and should just be gotten rid of.
Both of the statements have left me with a really bad feeling in the pit of my stomach and in my heart. They have also left my brain spinning as I contemplate what these messages mean as it pertains to our society as a whole. How did these beliefs get planted in their minds? What does this say about our society’s value system? What impact is this type of mentality going to have on our communities in the future? Has these beliefs always been around but I’ve just been oblivious to them? Why did I get these two stories on the same day…
That last question is an easy one. There is a message within the synchronicity and I need to write about it. So here we are. I’m writing!
Respect. No, wait, let’s look at the “if you don’t have anything to give me” then you are no use to me. This is the underlying message of both statements. Where does this come from? One contributing factor, I believe, is the reward system.
“Do your chores.”
“What will you give me if I do?”
“$5”.
“Not good enough. Not worth it to me.”
What are we teaching? That unless there is a worthy carrot being dangled then why bother? There has to be something rewarding in it for me. What we are doing is validating the “me” perspective. “I” won’t do it unless I want to; “I” won’t do it if I don’t see that I am going to get something from it. “I” want something in return.
Is this really what we want our society to be like? Wouldn’t you rather have the individual think something like, “If I choose to do this, will it have a positive effect on the community?” Don’t we really want to build a healthy community and not just a “what’s in it for me” bunch of individuals sharing the same space?
Ok.. now let’s look at “respect”. Respecting one’s elders. I get the whole “earn one’s respect”. I believe in that. I’ve used it as a mantra during parenting programs. It isn’t just a given. Your actions are what develops respect from others. But then I read the statement that if there isn’t something positive to learn then there is no respect and I want to go back to all the parents that I have worked with and add to my teachings.
There is earned respect from the interactions. And then there is a respect for all things, period. Every thing and every person has a story and each of us has our own journey to walk and our challenges to overcome. We each have our burdens, our distorted perceptions, our mistakes, and our Wisdoms. And we each have lessons that we can teach others in the community, others sitting around the Fire of Truth.
We are all doing our best to make it in this world, to survive, to be, to become and in some way to contribute. I respect that. And I want the next generations to respect that. I want the next generations to respect all things, period. This doesn’t mean that they have to put everyone on their mentor list or keep a relationship going with all individuals. “Live and let live.” “Live, RESPECT, and let live.” Perhaps this is my new mantra.
And still my brain is in a whirlwind. I keep picturing a society of youth, not wanting input from the older generation, not respecting what has taken place because of them, not recognizing that they, too, are still contributing to society in some way.
I recently saw a picture online, one of the “most powerful photos from 2012” or something like that. It was a photo of some fashion models and to the side sat a homeless man. What is the message here? Who has something greater to contribute? Who is wiser? Is it the models? The photographer? The viewer? The homeless man? Or are we all equals. Does the homeless man not deserve respect? Does he not have a story that we could learn from?
And then I think of the endless number of stories of veterans who come home and bury their emotional pain with alcohol which leads to a break-down in relationships. I think of the children who have no respect for their parent because of the post-duty behaviours. And I think of the honour, integrity, bravery, commitment, and other traits that are part of these soldiers, the part of the people that is being forgotten. I think of the relationships that are lost because of this loss of respect.
And so I start to see the two-sided coin of respect. There is the mentoring respect of the “now” -the direct relationship between behaviour and perspective and there is the Spiritual respect that lies underneath or over top or intertwines through all things: the respect for all things because we are all the same, all on a journey here on this earth, all with his/her own story. And I respect that. I do not know you. I have not walked a mile in your moccasins. I do not need to. I understand that you are me, just on a different path and I respect you.
How do we teach this Spiritual Respect? We use the words, we plant the seeds. We provide experiences to listen, to be empathetic, to contemplate the possible underlying stories. We create situations for interactions, for giving and receiving as well as sharing the lessons and the Wisdom.
I want to end with a special story that still touches my heart today. I used to facilitate a drop-in playgroup for children and parents at a hospital rec room. The elderly patients would use the space as well for their therapy sessions.
One sunny day, we arranged for the seniors and the children to go outside and the children were going to play with bubbles. It was lovely. And then I had the honour of watching this interaction between a four-year-old and a frail, elderly gentleman.
Boy: You want to blow a bubble?
Man: (silence)
Boy: Here. Blow. Your turn. (and he held the bubble maker up to the lips of the gentleman.)
Man: (nothing, no bubble blowing, no smile, no movement.. just sitting in his wheelchair)
Boy: You can do it… just blow. Like this, See? (and he blows a bubble and returns the wand to the man’s lips.)
Man: (exhale … and the slightest of wobble is made in the bubble.)
Boy: that’s it!! Just a little harder. You can do it. Blow….
Man: (a bigger exhale… and a tiny bubble popped out and floated into the air.)
Boy: You did it! You did it!! I knew you could do it!! Yeah!!!
Behind the gentleman stood his daughter who lived far away and just happened to be there for a visit on that day. The tears flowed, the smile on her face was from ear to ear.
I learned about respect that day — taught by a four-year old who had nothing to be gained, only to be given. And taught by the gentleman who exhaled…
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