I miss the days when you would see the “family” on TV. There are not many shows on TV any more that feature a functional family. Instead, you see people who are married-to-the-job, have dysfunctional relationships, and in many cases, don’t know who their daddy is.
In real life (i.e. not in a TV show), such people would be miserable, unhappy, unfulfilled individuals. In real life, the type of life some of these TV characters lead doesn’t bring fame, money or happiness. Instead, such behaviors bring shame, debt and misery.
Family values – what are they?
A mom and dad rearing their children and taking full responsibility to teach those children what’s wrong and what’s right
A family that prays together
A family that at a minimum, has dinner together
A family that goes to church weekly
Parents who love each other and show affection openly
Parents who are complete faithful to each other
Parents who love their children and show it
Parents who read to their children
Parents who play with their children
Parents who get involved in their children’s lives
Parents who have a moral code (typically derived from their religion’s teachings) and live by it
Parents who teach their children that every action has a consequence
Parents who teach their children that we can choose our actions, but we cannot choose our consequences
Parents who listen to their children, and teach their children through example how to listen
Those are just a few, but important ones.
I’m tired of seeing TV characters who go out for a drink with a co-worker and end up in the sack. Or, a TV character who says to a grieving coworker, “You have us here at work. We’re family.” Or, a TV character who is always drinking, but never is identified as being an alcoholic. I’m tired of seeing dysfunction characters being portrayed as role-models – they aren’t! They are dysfunctional!!!
Some of the shows I remember as a kid were Leave it to Beaver, Father Knows Best, Her’s Lucy, The Dick Van Dyke Show and Bonanza. With the exception of the last one, all the others had a mom and dad who taught their kids and spent time with their family. The latter, Bonanza, was a widower (not a divorced dad or a guy who knocked-up sever women and is now raising his illegitimate children) raising his sons on the frontier.
We’ve become too politically correct because of the media and TV shows. We no longer refer to a child born out-of-wedlock as illegitimate (and forbid we call them a bastard child). We call mothers of illegitimate children “single parents” (as though they had a virgin birth). We pussy-foot around out of sensitivity.
Don’t get me wrong. We should be empathetic towards people, but we should not minimize sin and its effects on the family and society. But, I don’t see anything wrong with saying to a family member who announces they moved in with their boyfriend, “So, you’re shacking-up.” And, if they come back with dislike for how you stated it, there’s nothing wrong with saying, “You know its wrong, and you were taught better than that.”
Every family in the real-world has its problems and issues. To say, “nobody is perfect”, is a cop-out. What makes a good family is how they deal with their problems and that they truly love each other (and are not simply co-dependent relatives living under the same roof.) TV on the other had, seems to have gone to the extreme of not showing families with problems, but showing dysfunction people who appear to have no serious problems – only obstacles that get solved at some point during the series or show.
After spending a good 8 hours taking a training course on Internet load balancers (geek stuff, I know), my brain was turned to mush. It’s really bad when you go to do the lab for the course and you can’t see straight because of information-overload. You are never too old to learn, but it sure gets harder as you get older.
Upon getting home, Elizabethe took off to go to the temple to substitute for another worker in the office. I made a bee-line to the kitchen to start dinner.
Nicholas was real excited to see me. (Ah, the joys of being a grandpa.) Laura volunteered him to help me make the corn bread. I ended up having him run things like the butter wrapper to the trash, and dumping the ingredients in the bowl. We managed to get the batter made, and in the pan without too much mess.
Since we had 25 minutes to wait for the cornbread, so I attempted to give Nicholas a haircut. Wow! Was that a challenge. He’s lucky he’s got both ears. (Just kidding, I was very careful, but he was very active.)
Next, I took Nicholas outside to run around.
Nicholas Playing Frog
He ran around for a while and then when I told him to run towards me so I could take a picture with my iPhone, he dropped to all fours and pretended he was a frog. (Don’t you wish you could read the minds of little children? Was it because he was wearing green? How did he turn “run towards grandpa” into “I’m going to pretend I’m a frog” ?)
Returning to the house, we enjoyed leftover soup from yesterday and some fresh cornbread. A nice close to a busy day.