Sunday, August 29, 2010


Com- means "together, with"
Think of community, commune, commit...competition.
Somehow it always seems to come to that, that angsty winner/loser version of competing where no one actually wins anything better than a false sense of superiority or worse than not measuring up to some arbitrary standard lasting only for a moment.

I've had a pretty decent record when it comes to competitions- I get very competitive with all that adrenaline flowing, I can't deny. But I only feel it in games (aka playtime, diversions- won by strength, skill, luck). I never was into competitions when it comes to who we are- who looks/smells/wears better anything, who gets who to sit with them, who is ahead in any particular form of measurement...

It makes me sad to read blogs and posts and hear and see the competitions among those I love. Exceptionally sad when I am part of that competition without having entered it. At a total loss when anyone thinks I have won.
For surely I have indeed won- by any measure I care to use I have the best of everything I desire. But I desire the same for everyone.

Define your own desires- not the desires presented to you by others incapable of living in peace, ever running after that elusive prize of having "won."

And know that you have little say in your attainment of those desires. Games are won by strength, skill, and luck! Desires are granted by a God who exists outside this petty competition we have created to enslave ourselves. The real prize is to be free.

Com + pete = together, with + aim, seek in the original Latin.
I wonder if competition is available in some pure form that idealistic capitalists once believed in- one that provided mutual benefit because all were aiming together, seeking with their fellows. That is the only kind I am interested in. Unless, of course, there happens to be a boggle board around- or a willing arm to wrestle- dartboard?

Sunday, August 1, 2010

So Little Time

According to a plethora of sources, I should need an hour (or less!) per day to complete my child’s kindergarten studies. I’m not sure whether to laugh at the absurdity or weep for all the children whose parents are giving them so little. Perhaps I should also weep for the parents who believe an hour is all they can handle, all their children deserve, or even worth their time. Small wonder that homeschooling is scoffed at.

My daughter wakes up asking me when we're going to start (even on the weekend). Once we get into it, it really is hard to stop- she's a sponge and I'm a faucet! What we need is more time, not less. Except for that one day...we had been doing so much, I think she needed a day of something different while her brain caught up. Hooray, homeschooling! I can give her what she needs every day, maximizing her progress while minimizing her stress.
(Sure, this isn't what happens in the average, low-paying job. But why is it that we want our children to start hating life earlier and earlier instead of learning to use their creativity to do something that nourishes their mind and spirit?)