Nota bene! The following ramble was written at three in the morning and may contain sentiment, ramblings, and a bit of opinion. What was intended as a few childhood pictures from primitive technology events ran away with itself in the dark hours between sleeps. ~G
There is a certain amount of balance that can become of the unique skills we gain along the path of our lives. Some people come to events, take classes, and return to the ‘normal’ life at the end of the week relatively unscathed by the learning they paid for and the time spent.
To paraphrase a linguistic anthropologist I knew long ago,
“Some things are embraced the way most people embrace their religion, they take away some message, feel strongly about it, but leave it for Sundays. When we find the thing that is our passion, we embrace it like a lover; it encompasses all our thoughts and becomes our entire life.” L.F.
This is how I feel about primitive skills, wilderness living, and pre-industrial craftsmanship. Without consciously trying, it just became a part of life growing ever stronger from teenage into full adulthood. While living in the consumer world, this alternative floated in the background of the mind and continued to influence activities when our child came along.
We were not perfect parents. Far from it. But we were consciously better than our own. We really tried. We learned. I sometimes wish I had it to do all over again. Overall, I think we did pretty well and were lucky in many ways. We encouraged exploration, learning, and self-reliance. By not child-proofing everything or creating needless prohibitions, we were forced to be more aware and in the present. Yes, it is probably more work and yes, it can be exhausting but children should learn their most valuable lessons at home from family, whatever ‘family’ may mean to you and yours.
Every kid and every family is different. They aren’t robots and it is clear to any observer that they have a mind and ideas of their own from a very early age. We can only steer them as best we can, present them with our ideas and beliefs, and provide the types of opportunities we think will give them a good grounding for their future lives before setting them free to try their skills in the world.
It makes me sad to read in social media that parents that I actually know are so down on the next generation. Complaining that they don’t go outdoors, have useful lifeskills, proudly hitting them, or even ridiculing them for using the technology they themselves provided. If that is the case, it is our fault! We cannot place the blame on media and movies and video games, schools, government or a general millennial malaise. It is not anyone elses job to raise our children well. We are, to a large degree, culpable.
None of us are perfect, but we can give the following generations the values and ideals we may only cherish in the abstract.
The intended descriptions have strayed into a hopelessly sentimental post, but anyway, enjoy some of my favorite photos I dug out for this ‘throwback Thursday.’
I leave you with this broad paraphrasing of Edward Abbey:
Give them the skills and encouragement to get out there and hunt and fish and mess around with friends. Let them ramble out yonder and explore the forests, climb the mountains, bag the peaks, run the rivers, breathe deep of that yet sweet and lucid air. And at the end of the day, sit quietly for a while with them and contemplate the precious stillness, the lovely, mysterious, and awesome space we call earth.
I hope to see a few of you in the desert very soon. And bring the family if you can.