Thursday, November 8, 2012
I ponder today. Independence. Hooray for the red, white and blue. Obvious thought that comes when pondering independence. Or how about this one - - our babies, our toddlers, our grade school children, then middle school, high school, college, . . . out of the house and becoming independent. Learning to stand on their own. To make their own way in this crazy wonderful world. That kind of independence brings a mix of emotions - - we raise our children to be independent. Yet when it begins to happen, it kind of makes us sad. Sad because we think they are growing away from us. When actually they are just growing into themselves.
Some take independence very seriously. Mostly women. To be independent means being able to do everything on your own, with no help from anybody. To be independent means that you can go through your trials, bearing all the burden, and not rely on anybody else to get you through it. In my pondering thoughts, my friends, that is not independence but stubborness. We all need help sometimes. We all need to be buoyed up at one time or another. Or multiple times. Or all the time. That's called being human. I think to be truly independent means that you can allow someone into your life without feeling that your independence is threatened. Because, you see, people need people. Oh my goodness - - I just sounded like Barbra Streisand.
One last thought - - none of us will ever be completely independent, no matter how hard we try. We are very dependent on someone much greater than us all for the very breaths we take. That comforts me.