I’ll Be Your Neighbor

I went and saw the movie, “Won’t You Be My Neighbor” the other day. It’s about the life and legacy of Fred Rogers, better known as Mr. Rogers, to generations of kids. I had watched the show when I was younger but since it was mostly in the late 80’s I never knew about all the timely lessons/messages he helped to explain to children about war, assassinations, grief, and numerous other important topics that are glossed over in most children’s programming. In my memory, the show was mostly about being accepted as you were and to show kindness and love to those around you.

I was mildly surprised to see how much backlash and personal attacks were directed at a man who devoted much of his life to helping children learn and grow into decent human beings who felt loved and appreciated. I didn’t understand what would motivate people to spew hatred at a message of love. They didn’t appreciate a minister who would accept and befriend members of the LGBT community so they protested at his funeral. He wanted children to feel safe and confident enough to be themselves and accept others as they were and people wrote articles condemning him for “creating an entitled generation,” which confuses me as I never got that from his message. Acknowledging that there is something special about a person without them needing to conform to standards of the day doesn’t mean they are entitled to everything they want with no effort on their part.

I really related to Fred, I completely understood his vision and I openly cried several times during the movie because his message was so close to my heart. I have long advocated for acceptance, for building others up, for kindness, and for leading by example. I wish I could’ve met him and had a chat, I think it would’ve been one of those amazing conversations you almost never get the chance to have.

With Fred no longer around to spread the message of love and acceptance, maybe it’s up to us to carry on in his stead. Will we be viewed with suspicion, ridicule, and anger…probably. However, much like how I feel about the political atmosphere right now, some things are worth speaking out about.


What Do You Love Today?

One of my friends asks this question on a regular basis and I always enjoy reading the responses she gets from people, but I also enjoy that her question causes people to stop and focus on positive things in their life which I think people don’t do nearly often enough. I have decided that at least once a week I am going to list the things I love here so I can remind myself that there are more great things in my life than bad.

Today I love:

Greek yogurt, nbc series catch-up, sunshine, allies and jewcoffee.

I want to know, what do you love today?

Where Else But Here

The other night husband asked why I keep online journals. Why can’t I just talk to him, so I tried to tell him about the last entry I had posted and he immediately started in criticizing the title. I gave up and the conversation ended which is sadly what happens whenever I try to open up to him. It got me thinking about why I do what I do and it was depressing the realize the answer.

The biggest reason why I have kept online journals has and remains because often time I have lacked having someone who would truly understand what I was trying to say. What we think inside is often not what comes out of our mouths. Our true feelings about ourselves are kept secret, guarded jealously to avoid being misunderstood by others. It can be hard to tell someone else something that you consider important. Often you can not express in words all that you think in your head, or feel in your heart. Trying to explain it and seeing the look of confusion or boredom on another’s face is devastating. It can crush a person to realize that what took so much courage for them to share fell on deaf ears. There is no relief when someone else doesn’t understand something that means so much to you, only shame and loneliness. It really makes me sad that often times I post online what I can not say to the people in my life because I can not bear to know that those who profess to love me simply can not relate. I have so much to say, and yet no one to hear it.