Ok. So I don’t get to write as often as I like. I am swamped this semester, again, and although I think about the topic of bullying and how we treat each other often, I don’t get to share it here. I suppose that makes me no better than many other people who say, “It’s not my problem.” I hope not, but I can’t help but think that I should be doing more.
This morning I went to church with my family. A church I like quite a lot because I belive they really do preach acceptance. This morning, at our Family Service, the message of acceptance was shared loud and clear.
The Family Service is designed, as far as I can tell, to make church an experience that children want to be involved in. We have all seen the child sitting in the pews, eyes glazed over, wishing more than anything they were somewhere else. Plenty of parents too. It isn’t like that at our church. The Family service is shortened to about a half an hour. Perfect for young children and their short attention spans. The content and sharing of Scripture is put in a context they can understand. There are often puppet shows, and actors (often our pastors) dressed in costume sharing stories from the Bible in ways that children can relate to. If that didn’t engage the children, they are often asked to sing, play instruments and share in the message in various ways. The youth of our church really want to be there and youth activities always seem to be well attended.
Today the message was for children and parents. In the process of sharing about the Ten Commandments, Pastor Scott took the time to talk about bullying. He shared how important it is for peers to treat each other well and “sticks and stones really do hurt”. I couldn’t have been prouder when he took the time to discuss such an important problem.
It really is going to take everyone, and churches are a great place to start. When community leaders take the time to say the problem needs attention, people begin to shift their focus. Oftentimes , bullying is looked at just kids being kids. Something that doesn’t really deserve a lot of attention. The time for that is passed, bullying is an epidemic. From politics, to playgrounds, we must begin to treat our fellow humans better. Treat those as you would like to be treated shouldn’t be lip service, but a real way of life.
Thank you Pastor’s Scott and Paula for sharing the word.
Perspective and Prejudice.
The other day I took my children to the Wisconsin Veteran’s Museum. It wasn’t out of some patriotic need to see the museum, but rather, it was stifling outside, and the museum is free.
Located on the first floor of a building, directly across the street from the Wisconsin State Capitol, the museum possesses many collections of war memorabilia from various conflicts throughout American history. I wasn’t sure what we would find, and how I would feel about the experience. I feel it is important for my children to learn about conflict, and the consequences, so there we were. Standing in front of cannons, tanks, ammunition, and weapons of untold number, I realized how bloody our American past has been. Not that other countries don’t have equally bloody pasts, but I do not live there.
I thought about all the conflicts, and wondered if they were avoidable. I fielded questions from my children about the weapons, and the mannequins with blood on them. I paused as I saw pictures of veterans who had lost their lives from Wisconsin in the current conflict.
I can’t explain how I felt that day accurately, other than I was embarrassed to explain to my children why so many people couldn’t get along. When asked “why did so many people die?” I couldn’t really answer, because I am not sure that the conflicts required so much violence. Maybe they did, maybe they didn’t.
As uncomfortable and as somber as the experience made me feel, nothing compared to what happened next.
A family, obviously containing several generations, came into one area of the museum. Standing before me, in front of the exhibits housing Korean, Vietnam and World War II memorabilia, was a family of Asian descent. I wasn’t sure of their exact origin, and I assumed they were visiting, or first generation citizens, because most of their conversations were in a different dialect. Not being an expert, I couldn’t be sure of which one.
Immediately, I was nervous. I was nervous not because I had some patriotic predisposed anger after viewing the memorabilia, but instead because I was embarrassed. I was embarrassed, because I did not know what the exhibits would mean to them. I wanted nothing more than to ask them how viewing the exhibits made them feel. I wanted to know how their perception of history differed from mine. I wanted to do nothing more than talk with them. I wanted to find out what they felt caused the conflict, and what could be done in the future.
Sadly, I was the only one. Several other visitors immediately left the area. There was whispering, and dirty looks.
How can we begin to solve problems if we immediately pass judgement on others? How can we assume that the other visitors were not citizens? How can we assume what they feel? (Of course I realize that I am assuming that the other visitors left because of the apparent origin of the newest visitors however it would seem that they did try to hide it)
What does this have to do with Kindergarten bullying?
Nothing specifically, other than my children did not show the same distrust or displeasure toward people with differences. They were not rude or disrespectful. They didn’t feel the need to leave, or whisper. They kept looking at the exhibits as though nothing was amiss, as they should have. It was clear to me that children are not immediately distrustful of their peers.
Do children pass judgement on their peers only because of images and attitudes held by their parents? It would seem so to me. What do you think?
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