Like every other American I have been consumed with what is going on in the news. I am in the process of potty training Cecilia, painting the toy/play room, schooling (of course), feeding my hourly hungry children and trying to maintain a home…so when I have time (insert corresponding emoticon here) I try to keep up with the news.
Unfortunately I am not as well versed in world affairs as I would like to be. Facebook or other social media sites are loaded with opinions of definitive “I’m right, your wrong” rhetoric, so trying to get an unbiased opinion from a ‘friend’ is laughable. It saddens me to see all the judgmental verbosity being thrown around by everyone on social media. I find it particularly annoying when individuals claim to be open to refugees because we need “diversity” in our society, but then they turn around and belittle/judge/trivialize and even patronize anyone with an opposing view…which in and of itself is the very definition of diversity.
Seriously, I checked it out in our dictionary because I wanted to make sure I wasn’t stating an opinion. The definition of Diversity in my 9-year-old daughter’s dictionary is ‘…a range of different things; variety…’ If we can’t handle the “diversity” we have within our own society, what makes us think we will be able to handle an influx of refugees who clearly have opposing views, morals and values. I am not picking sides, simply pointing out an observation I made while perusing the normal social media sites while having my morning coffee. The issue of refugees and diversity was the first thing that popped up in my news feed…and my friends were belittling and challenging one another. Who needs enemies when you can have frienamies?
For about 2/3 months I have been logging onto Yahoo News but have recently gone back to my husband’s old faithful and seemingly reliable news source ‘The Drudge Report’, but I am continually saddened and disheartened by everything I am learning.
So today, I chose to be blindly happy. My children are blindly happy too. Just the way I like them at their ripe ages of 9, 6 and 4. Naive to the cruelty that lurks beyond our walls. And because I woke up at 3 a.m. to paint the playroom, I also took a mid afternoon snooze. I am 2 for 2. Let’s go for 3…I have a sink full of dishes and haven’t done anything to manage the situation. There you go. 3 for 3.
For the moment, I am naive and happy. I am a happy simpleton.
The happy village simpleton.
I will watch/read the news around 8 p.m. when my happy simpleton children go to bed.
And then again, maybe not.