Thursday, August 31, 2023

Elections

 

As we get closer to the next presidential election, I find myself spending less time on the internet and social media. I have always disliked the road leading to elections and have resigned to stay away from the three-ringed circus, smear campaigns, he said-she said, promises never kept and a very distinct division in our country. Over the past 15+ years I have watched the line that used to separate different viewpoints in our country grow into a gaping chasm of total division. I have seen truth become subjective and manipulated based on desired outcome and who is delivering the information. Facts and the pursuit of facts have become as outdated as a rotary phone while friends have suddenly severed relationships, based solely on who someone voted for, almost as if years and years spent together and memories made were eradicated simply by casting a vote. It is sad and embarrassing for our country.

 

As I mull this over, I know a divided house is easier to attack and control. A divided house will fall faster as the occupants are too busy pointing fingers and being angry at the slightest, perceived insurrection. Blanket statements are a tool for manipulators designed to evoke emotion. A continuous roller-coaster of emotional information can create a riot based, frenzied focus preventing people from critically viewing situations, looking at facts and thinking for themselves.

 

News and media have contributed to the constant upheaval. News used to be “just the facts, ma’am”, but now a station can report whatever they want without repercussions for slander, lies, misinformation or slants. Even if there is a slap on the wrist, the information is already out there. Good journalism seems as elusive as the majestic unicorn. My hope is one day opinion pieces will once again become opinion pieces and good journalists will report the facts without a slant. I hope people will again become hungry and motivated to search for facts and not pad lazy beliefs with garbage.

 

Rhetoric and propaganda have already surrounded the upcoming elections. Honestly, I don’t think it ever stopped. News stations and social media posts are already pointing fingers; all our current troubles are Trump’s fault, Biden’s fault, blah, blah, blah, blah. Those ideas are perpetuated with biased stories and stations that cherry pick what and how they report news. Have you ever checked news stations from both sides of the aisle regarding the same story? They are almost NEVER the same. The main characters may be the same, but what and how it is reported is different. Some stations choose not to report what might be considered headline news to the American people. Why? I ask that often, why? Maybe more of us need to be asking that question and looking for legitimate answers.

 

As I look at incumbents up for re-election, I think about what the constitution originally meant with, “by the people and for the people.” In my opinion our government has not been by or for the people for decades. Incumbents have been in these positions for longer than many voters have been alive. Why? How can they represent the people when they have served for decades away from the average American? These people on both sides of the aisle, who have coveted these positions for decades, care about getting re-elected, THEY DON’T CARE ABOUT US. Let me repeat that, THEY DON’T CARE ABOUT US. They don’t care if you can’t afford to buy milk unless it can be manipulated for a vote. Harsh, I know, but reality.

 

As with everything I’m sure there are legislators who have a genuine interest, but the further away from the backbone they get, the less interested they become and the less they comprehend our daily lives. How many incumbents have had to worry about the price of gas, if there is enough money to cover groceries, if they can buy new shoes for the kids or even if they will have a job tomorrow? How many currently working in D.C. have had those thoughts in the last 10, 15, 20, 30 or even 40 years? Why? Because they don’t have the same life we do. They get paid, they have a job, they are immune to the daily struggles many of us face. Over 50% of the elected officials in D.C. are millionaires. Most did not start as millionaires but have reached that pinnacle while in office. Multiple homes, better life-long health care and security. It is a comfortable lifestyle with no accountability for lying, cheating, or stealing. The goal is to be re-elected every few years, and president aside, these are the people who have been running this country for a very long time.

 

Do you realize our politicians have one of few “careers” allowed to totally screw us over with absolutely no consequences. None. How many keep campaign promises? Are there repercussions for not keeping campaign promises? How many use vague, pretty language or an “it” topic to get elected and do very little to better the country once in office?

 

When challenged with the state of our country the responses from elected officials are disheartening, simply blaming the other political party; I would, but the other party is stopping me. Excuse the phraseology, but I call bullshit. They use each other to sidestep accountability and feed the division.

 

The news, media and politicians have a penchant for keeping unrest among the people by operating in partial truths or even lies. A bill is introduced by one party for “saving all the puppies from starvation.” The title is splashed everywhere with limited information regarding the contents of the bill. When one group doesn’t vote for the bill, whether it passes or not, the other side goes on record accusing them of hating puppies. What they fail to mention and choose not to report are the “47” other pet projects tagged to the bill to benefit themselves or lobbyists. Do the American people usually hear about the other items listed in the “450” pages of that bill? No, most choose to respond to the slanted information with name calling, slurs, rudeness, and vile displays. Why isn’t our government factual about the other items padded into the bill? Why would they choose to share only the emotionally charged topic? Good questions, don’t you think? Dissension fuels re-election.

 

When I think about casting my vote, I realize we really aren’t choosing the best people to run our country. The parties decide who to put in front of us and we vote for the lesser of two evils or for many they simply vote party. The system prevents the average person from having any real chance of being elected. Why?

 

During campaigns, candidates focus on emotionally charged, divisive topics, topics that evoke visceral responses from voters, making it easy to divide Americans. When people are stirred up about passionate issues with very clear sides, other things can become secondary; inflation, jobs, cost of living, housing. All talking points are important, but as leaders of our country, our representatives should be talking just as vehemently about the livelihood of our country, the safety of our country, if new generations will have access to viable jobs and how those jobs will be sustained. They should be discussing plans for how we will cover bonds and notes to foreign countries when they become due. How we will deal with trillions of dollars of debt. It seems pretty words and inciting frenzied responses act as smoke and mirrors to keep us from asking even more difficult questions. Why? Control is a powerful thing.

 

When we are at each other’s throats we are easier to control. They want us to hate the person that owns a gun because obviously they don’t care about people getting shot. They want us to hate someone who doesn’t look, think, or act like us or someone who doesn’t agree with us 100%. They want us to have a narrow, limited view of our country. You are either with us or against us. Why??? Is it possible to own a gun, support gun rights and still be concerned about shootings? YES! Is it possible to look, think or act differently and not agree with someone completely, but still support them. YES!

 

We are not the problem, your neighbor and her partner are not the problem, the guy down the street that owns a gun is not the problem, the single mom trying to make ends meet is not the problem, people with different ideas and opinions are NOT the problem. We have been nuanced to believe they are. Why?? A frenzied, overwhelmed mind doesn’t ask questions.

 

As we head into this season, I encourage you to check the emotion at the door and look at ALL the issues and know NOTHING is free. Ask those tasked to represent us how they will help our country grow and prosper over the next 4, 10, 15 years. Research your candidates and ask the difficult questions, don’t just succumb to pretty, propaganda statements. Dig deeper into buzz words and clearly understand their view points, and the plan to reach goals. Ask them how and why often.

 

Take a deep breath and have a conversation with those you have been conditioned to dislike. Send an olive branch to those you aren’t talking to because of their view or opinion. Have a conversation. Bring your researched facts, not truths, and educate each other. Find a middle ground, share an idea, refuse to be manipulated. Be hungry for facts, hungry for shared views, hungry for a better tomorrow, and hungry for a brighter future for our country.

 

As we all hunker down to weather what the next 16 months brings, I encourage you to bypass the memes, refrain from making nasty comments about one party or the other. Choose to do your own research and not regurgitate information that has been cut and pasted. Educate yourself. Don’t make blanket statements and lump entire groups of people based on one or two characteristics. Start a conversation and be willing to hear what someone with a different opinion has to say. Become hungry for change. We can make the future better and brighter by working together.  

Thursday, August 24, 2023

The Wedding

 

My heart exploded with love the moment I found out I was going to be a momma. For nine months I pondered my feelings for the tiny human kicking my ribs, how my life would change and what the future would hold. When my Sweet Tyler was born, I was awe struck with the love I had for him. My heart ached just watching him sleep. I transitioned into the role of Mom and love every single second. 

In the early days the most repeated advice I heard was to be present and enjoy each moment as it goes by in the blink of an eye. Truer words were never spoken. We lived each stage, walking, talking, birthdays, school, friends, junior high, high school, sports, all of it. We cheered, consoled, enjoyed, and worked to be present. I embraced being a mom, and picked up or dropped off, helped in the classroom, took walks and talked, cheered him on and was often a sounding board and a sympathetic ear. Each stage saw our relationship grow and change as his reliance on me gradually decreased. During college, his heart shifted further and my sweet boy, who used to order dinosaur nuggets and smiley fries, was enamored with a beautiful young woman. Ashlyn is sweet, focused, has an incredible work ethic and loves our Tyler with her whole heart. College flew by even faster with Ashlyn by his side and before we knew it our Sweet T in four years graduated with honors with his engineering degree all while competing as a D1 athlete; days are long, but years are fast.

I felt we would soon be having a conversation about marriage. We did. My heart swelled knowing he found his one. I loved her and her sweet personality and knew they would be great together. Inside I shed a couple tears knowing a stage of our lives was coming to an end, he would no longer be solely ours. He would build his own family circle and wouldn’t need his Momma as much. But I knew it was exactly as it should be.

He showed me the ring and talked through his proposal. On a cold, snowy, December day, the four of them, T, Ashlyn and their puppers, Elvis and Winston hiked mountain trails, through the snow to “take some fun pictures.” With his phone camera recording, Tyler dropped to one knee and Ashlyn said yes. We celebrated with Ashlyn’s parents, Kevin and Wynette, and talked about our babies getting married. The date was set for August, and it seemed we had plenty of time to plan, and then we didn’t.

In the blink of an eye wedding week was upon us. My heart flip flopped as my boys headed off for the bachelor party, knowing in one-week, Sweet T would marry Ashlyn and I would officially, no longer be the first woman in his life. I reflected on the changes this day would bring for all of us Their time together has been filled with wonderful moments as well as difficulties and sorrow but together they will continue to tackle the curveballs life throws. Their wedding day wasn’t going to erase hard times, but they would lean on each other more and lean less on us. They would create a stronger bond and foundation for their family.

The morning of the wedding arrived. As with all things there were minor hiccups, a forgotten shirt and tie, no table linens, but it all worked. The small things were inconsequential in the grand scheme of the day. Countless trips back and forth from the venue to the lodge, decorating, setting up, the combined effort of putting things together, and suddenly it was almost time. With the walk down the aisle minutes away, I watched cars roll in, one after another, the wonderful friends who wouldn’t have missed the day.  My heart smiled as people we love arrived after juggling long drives, flights, schedules and making arrangements to be with us to celebrate Tyler and Ashlyn. I realized as I looked around how our family included amazing people not joined to us by blood.

When the moment arrived, I walked down the aisle on Tyler’s arm. Tears of joy and change bubbled near the surface as I hugged my son and sat down. The wonderful friends who stood up for Tyler and Ashlyn, including our Austin, made their way down the aisle and then the music changed. Ashlyn walked with her dad, radiant against the lushness of the mountains. Tyler’s eyes were full of his bride as they exchanged rings and vows. With a kiss and flourish we had a new Mrs. Dahl in our family.

The celebration began with tables full of people who knew our son at different stages in his life, people who love him completely and thoroughly. People who will now love Ashlyn just as readily. I floated from table to table watching old friends meet new friends, family making connections with friends, neighbors who are more like grandparents, people from work who became life-long friends. Each connection made me realize our entire circle consisted of beautiful people with similar values, beliefs, and habits. I knew Tyler and Ashlyn could call anyone sitting there and every single one would be willing to help, lend an ear, offer advice or even just a hug.

I paused often to soak in the atmosphere. Thankful for the beautiful family that joined us, laughter, dancing, sidebar stories and conversations, and the melding of family, friends and loved ones. Thankful for sweet gestures of help, hauling cakes, making so many of the wedding implements and decorations.

Between dancing and talking I engraved snapshots in my memory for eternity.

Watching my nieces and nephews arrive,

The pictures on the Memorial table,

Tyler’s face the first time he saw his bride,

Ashlyn and her mom getting her dress on in the yert,

Walking down the aisle on my Sweet T’s arm,

Watching Tyler and Ashlyn’s first dance as husband and wife,

The mother/son dance and countless other moments.

I will remember my girlfriends old and older becoming fast friends, my nieces tearing up the dance floor, my husband, nephews, and friends huddled up to share pictures and hunting stories. I will treasure seeing Kevin sit quietly with his granddaughter, seeing Wynette rock the dance floor and getting Wes to dance with me. Each moment reminded me of the beautiful family we created and the new family we celebrated.

On a beautiful, bright day in August at 9,000 feet in the mountains Tyler and Ashlyn stood among the wildflowers, under the brilliant sky and said I do, I do to creating their own beautiful love story.