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Discipline vs. Abuse…

I came into my office this morning.  Had my coffee, checked the financials, and then stumbled on to CNN to see what the rest of the world was up to.  Stories about Rick Perry and his, uh, “speech” yesterday, and Herman Cain’s self-inflicted issues.  Not to mention the potential governmental upheaval (or maybe continuation of an existing one) in Greece.

Sad stuff.

But then I came across this story about this family judge in Texas who is the lead character in a YouTube video, where he is “disciplining” his 16-year old daughter.  Of course, that’s not quite what I saw.

If you look at the video (I’m not going to post it here; you can see it on YouTube), this guy is NOT disciplining his daughter.  He is abusing her.

Yes, I just judged a judge’s actions.  But let me explain.

See, I don’t know the circumstances of everything that this 16-year old did.  And it’s likely she deserved to be disciplined.  Maybe even harshly disciplined.  But what this “judge” did was not discipline.  He abused her.

Now I know that this line between discipline and abuse is debatable, and lots of people have different opinions.  But here’s how I determine the two.  Discipline is done out of love.  Abuse is done out of anger.  Period.

And how do I know this guy is angry?  Has nothing to do with the belt in my mind (I have other opinions on that, but it’s not relevant for my point here).  It has everything to do with his language and tone.  The amount of cursing this guy is doing to his daughter, in my mind, is much worse than the physical punishment.  How is she supposed to respect someone that talks to her that way, like she’s a piece of trash?  He has no respect for her.  And you know what, regardless of what she did, if he expects her to respect him, then he should respect her as well.

There is an aspect of where the father deserves respect just because of his position of authority.  But respect also has to be earned, and I have to tell you.  This guy is doing NOTHING to earn anyone’s respect.

I have to be honest that all the verbal abuse got me more upset than the physical part.  Mainly because I saw that he was so angry that he wasn’t concerned about disciplining his daughter – the outcome of which is for her to change her heart.  Instead, he wanted to show her who was boss, and you better not F*&*%@G mess with the boss.  That’s not discipline.

That’s abuse.

Just ask any beaten wife.  Any abused child.  It’s all about not angering the giant, not about trying to change your heart and do what’s right.

I know I make plenty of mistakes raising my two daughters.  But man, I hope I never, ever lose sight of the fact that my job is to raise them, not provoke them to wrath, and to always have my love for them, rather than my emotions about them at the time, dictate how I raise them.

Peace…

 

My New Favorite Commercial

You gotta hand it to the folks at AT&T.  They just released what has to be the funniest commercial I have seen in a while.  It’s designed to promote their Internet service (which is quite another story…)

How do I know?  My daughters watched it and said “that is SO YOU, Dad”.  Wife watched it and howled along with me.

So, if you have a teenage daughter, you gotta watch this commercial…right here

What Would You Do?

In between the several contracts I am reviewing today, I took a quick news break and saw this article.  It tells of a family who bought a new home, moved in, and found a huge sum of money in the attic, likely placed there by the deceased former owner over decades.

Instead of this new homeowner – with lots of financial worries of his own – taking the money and ridding himself of some short-term pain, he did the honorable thing and contacted the family of the former owner so they could claim what was left for them.

Legally, the new homeowner owned what he found in his house.  But it wasn’t about the law – it was about what was right.

I’m sure his wife and kids looked at him funny; maybe even called him crazy.  But those are all short-term descriptors.  The qualities that last have more to do with character – honesty, integrity, justice, generosity, forgiveness.  And yep, those things are typically seen by others as crazy, because they certainly don’t have short-term benefits.

And while this guy will still have his short-term financial woes to deal with, his long-term peace, security, and happiness I am sure will only be stronger.

Those kids are lucky to have him as their dad and role model.

Am I really this old-fashioned?

Somehow yesterday I found myself swimsuit shopping with my older daughter.  Being the cheapskate thrifty person I am, we decided to visit two stores that I thought would be both budget-conscious and not make me have to feel completely uncomfortable around strips of expensive clothing that are marketed as swimwear.

Now, to back up, our family has had a standard for swimwear for our girls that does not include bikinis or anything where more skin is revealed than covered in the torso region.  I recognize that many parents in this beach town where we are fortunate to live do not share my conviction, but alas, they are not my barometer.

So we head out to the first place, in search for a flattering, bright colored one-piece or perhaps a tankini (who in the world came up with that name?), believing that we should be able to solve this in the typical daddy-shopping mentality (in fact, I had quipped to my wife that we would be back in about 30 minutes).  Well, upon arrival, I discovered that somehow all of the conservative bathing suits for anyone older than 5 and younger than 50 had somehow disappeared.

At first I thought, “well, it is Spring Break, and surely all of these visitors have just bought up all of the cool speedo-type suits and ones that fathers everywhere would be comfortable having their daughters wear.

Nope.

Apparently, “conservative” these days has to do with how much of your buttocks are covered and whether or not you want more than the very center part of your breasts covered.  You know, just to stay legal.

The second store we went to, I actually asked a few of the girls who worked there to help us find some things, and they confessed (while trying not to laugh I suspect) that they didn’t carry anything like that.  In their store.  A store that markets having 1,000 ladies swimsuits.

So I started to cave and said, “OK, let’s see if perhaps we can find something that has some good coverage on the bottom – maybe shorts – and a top that doesn’t have spaghetti straps (they had some name for this, but I don’t remember nor care to).  Of course, I then come to realize that shorts have many different definitions as well, most of which didn’t tangent with mine.

Well, after trying on probably 7 or 8 different combinations, and exasperating both the two of us and the girls at the store, we all cried uncle.  They pretty much told me that they really didn’t have something with the “coverage” that I was looking for, and that we may need to check elsewhere.

And then there was the six-year old girl with her mom and her mom’s friends who was trying on bikinis, and after taking four or five in with her, she exited the dressing room saying “Mommy, these two make my butt look too big, and this one covers up my top too much.  But I think this one will work”.  What was worse was the mother’s affirmative response.  Jeez.

So after two hours (exactly 90 minutes past my allotted time) our shopping excursion had ended – my daughter disappointed, the girls at the store likely irritated and thinking “I am glad I don’t take my dad swimsuit shopping”, and me, frustrated at the experience.

And my frustration really wasn’t about going shopping with my daughter.  We do that often, and she knows what is acceptable and what isn’t, so generally we have a good time doing it.  But I hate that we both felt almost a little under attack (OK, probably me more than her) for staying our ground of what we think is appropriate swimwear for a 13 year old.  I know that some of the selection may be due to being in the fortunate position of living at the beach as we do, but even still, I am amazed at how much families are willing to allow their daughters – no matter what age – to be as provocative as possible this side of the law.  And no, we don’t dress our girls up in burqas, but we also don’t let them go out like they are looking for the nearest empty street corner either.

So I guess our quest for the perfect swimsuit will continue another day, perhaps when we arrive in Orlando next week – the family for Spring Break, and me for the CTIA 2011 conference.  Maybe we’ll have better luck there, being away from the beach scene.

I sure hope so…

Grieved today

I know it has been over a year since my last blog post. And for that I should be ashamed. It’s not that I haven’t had much to say, but rather I frankly just haven’t been motivated to say it.

But today is much different.

In the past two weeks, I’ve had a dear friend of mine in Atlanta experience first-hand the suffering of his daughter with a strange illness. I don’t keep up with him much anymore, and have only met the daughter a few times, but this one instance consumed me with grief and worry over her health and the emotional health of her parents. And I’m thankful that she is doing much better.

Then when I woke up this morning, I hear about the devastation in Japan. Now, normally something like this would upset me, but then I’d just figure out a way to help through financial giving and prayer. But see, I was just in Japan six weeks ago. I made lots of good friends. I have a connection with people there. So, now it’s personal.

It might as well have been in my own backyard.

After frantically sending emails and trying to call my friends in Tokyo, and then seeing some relieving updates from them on Facebook, the first part of my worry subsided. While my friends weren’t able to go home, they at least were able to continue with the breath of life given to them.

But I still can’t stop thinking about the others there, and how much they are suffering. I am overwhelmed with grief today.

You know, maybe I identify too much with situations like this, even if I only have a small connection. Both of these scenarios involved groups of people I have connection to, but in the grand scheme of relationships, they aren’t really close connections. But my heart is so freaking heavy right now over both of these

Generosity – One For the Kids

A few weeks ago, I had the opportunity to be in Las Vegas and stay at the amazing Bellagio. I hadn’t been there since 2003, when MGM was a client of mine at Yahoo!, and was utterly amazed at this place. And I didn’t even watch the water show.

On my first morning there, I went to have breakfast at Cafe Bellagio. Being on my own, I straddled up to the counter and grabbed one of the few empty seats. After ordering what would later be remembered as an amazing breakfast, I sat back and began to read the local paper. Sitting to my right was a man, and next to him was an attractive woman that I can only estimate was on his list for the day’s flirting, Vegas style. The two of them were engaging in very light conversation for a while, and then somehow the conversation turned when the woman started talking about her recently departed father.

She was recounting her father’s struggle with cancer, and her struggle in growing up with a father who never loved her in the way she wanted. Despite years and years of “putting herself out there” and summarily getting slapped down, her father would never meet her expectations and desires for loving her. So what was her insufferable demand of the family patriarch?

A simple, “I love you”.

That’s right. All this woman wanted was for her father to say those three little words, particularly after she had uttered the same to him first. However, for some reason this father decided that he could not do that for her little girl. Finally, on one of his last days, as she normally would, told him that she loved him. And then she started to walk out. After all, why would this day be any different than the thousands of others that preceded it.

“Wait a second…come back over here for a moment please.”

What? Oh, he must need something else. Maybe some water or for me to change the channels on the TV. So she walked back over to her father’s side as he lay in bed.

He then said, “You know I’ve always loved you deeply. I just don’t, you know, say those types of things”. She replied, “I know, Daddy. Thank you for saying it now, though.”

Three days later he died.

I couldn’t help but think about how selfish this father was to her daughter. Sure, I am sure he provided for her. I am sure he never physically abused her. But when it came to being generous with his love in a way that would be utterly meaningful for his daughter, he chose instead to be selfish and greedy. Would it have been hard for him? Would he have rather done something else? Of course, but then, that’s what generosity is. It’s giving something that we have up for someone else, without any strings attached.

So, I’ll go ahead and make a call out to all my friends who are dads. Tell your kids you love them. Tell them often. Tell them even when they roll their eyes at you and say, “DAAAAD! Don’t embarrass meeee!!!” Because it doesn’t matter whether you want to or not, or whether it’s comfortable for you or not.

And that’s because it’s not about you.

That’s the indicator of true generosity…

Should Obama Speak to Children in School?

>There’s bit a lot of dialog about this upcoming week’s speech by Obama to kids in our public schools. I’ve heard both sides of the political aisle state their opinion on why he should be able to do this and why it’s such a dangerous thing if he does.

Let me start off by saying that I didn’t vote for Obama. I think that many of his economic and social policies are dangerous to the long-term viability of our country. I really don’t like the way he struts.

But all that aside, a recurring theme from those against Obama speaking is the fear of our kids being “brainwashed” by his propaganda.

Really people? Come on.

Our kids hear messages all the time from advertisers, Disney, their teachers, parents, and others in authority over them. And you know what I do as a PARENT? I help them filter through what is truth, what is destructive, what is appropriate, and how to react in each circumstance. You know, teach them how to THINK based on what they hear. And, to quote a fellow blogger of mine, use discernment to filter what you hear.

Anyway, I think parents should be less concerned about this speech – given everything else they are exposed to that is likely much more toxic than anything Obama could say – and more concerned about their role as parents to teach their kids to process and react appropriately to all of the stimulus around them.

I didn’t mean to…does it matter?

>Isn’t it true that it’s rare that we hurt someone else intentionally? It’s usually the unintended consequences of our intentional actions that cause others around us to suffer. And it’s usually because we’re not thinking of the unintended consequences when we do things; we’re focused only on achieving our desired outcome.

Businesses experience this lapse of judgment as well. And that’s one of the reasons for legal contracts – to protect each party against both intentional and unintentional damages. I surmise that it’s usually the latter that ends up being litigated, but the purpose of the contract is also to serve as a set of boundaries for actions. No company really wants to end up in court; they’d rather have everyone play by the rules of the contract, and only use legal means if absolutely necessary.

So perhaps the idea of “social contracts” needs to come into play (not a new idea, I know). The idea that we consider, prior to engaging into a personal friendship/relationship, what the boundaries need to be in order to avoid unintended consequences (since, as I opined earlier, it’s rarely the intended consequences that cause damage). This contract should then live inside our heads and serve as a way to “think before you speak/act” checkpoint, so that we reduce the likelihood of mistakenly hurting those around us.

I wish my daughters didn’t have to see this…

>So we ended up going to a Subway restaurant close to our house tonight to pick up dinner. Sylvia wasn’t feeling well, and the girls were ready to eat and go to bed. I went to the Subway that we usually go to (at least three times per month) and patiently waited in line for our turn.

Then things got interesting.

Below is the letter I just drafted to Subway’s Customer Service department through their website about my experience this evening. What I wished my daughters hadn’t seen was the level of arrogance and lack of customer service of this individual. I only hope that Subway does the right thing, but I’m not holding my breath.

Anyway, here goes…

Dear Subway Customer Care,

I have been an extremely regular patron of this store for the past two years. Tonight when I went in with my two daughters, the line was very long and only one person working. However, we chose to wait and didn’t raise a fuss about it.

Once our time to place our order came, the man asked us what kind of bread, and I said “four six-inch subs on wheat bread”. He then gave me this stare and said something under his breath. He pulled out four wrappers and laid them down on the counter. The whole time he was making the previous patron’s sandwich, he was shaking his head and looking at me. He then asked me what I wanted on the sandwiches, while he was still making the sandwich for the previous patron. I told him, “Turkey, Meatball, Ham and Cheese, and BMT.” Then he told me, “hold on, hold on”, and the people in the line were chuckling, since he had asked me what we wanted, I hold him and he got upset. Then, he looks at me and said, “Man, why you not call this in? You see all these people behind you? Why are you comin in here and ordering four sandwiches?”.

I was astonished at this type of interchange. I told him, “Do you want me to leave?”. He then started talking to the previous patron and said, “I have told him before not to come in here and order like that, that he should call them in and have them ready.” Now, bear in mind, I have not once expressed any concern to this point that the wait was too long. The man was upset likely because he was the only one working and there was a long line. HOWEVER, I had my 10 year old and my 8 year old with me with my wife SICK AT HOME and we were taking dinner home for us all to eat. The real point, however, is that it doesn’t seem that uncommon to me for a family of four to order, let’s see, 4 subs? Regardless, I have the right to order whatever I want when I walk up to that counter, regardless of the number of people in line.

After that last comment, I told my children that we were leaving and going to another restaurant. When they asked me why, I told them that the man was being extremely rude and we were not going to put up with his attitude.

I was extremely offended, and will likely NEVER frequent that Subway again, and may end up switching to Quiznos. I have never had this kind of experience before, and it appeared that this man felt that it was my responsibility to make my order as simple as possible so his job could be easier. I truly hope that Subway recognizes that they don’t exist for the convenience of their employees, but rather the convenience of their patrons.

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Lest I be accused of slander, I won’t mention the exact location of this Subway, except that it is in Buckhead and very close to one of Wal-Mart’s prime competitors. I will likely never go there again, and will be sure to tell everyone I know about my experience and let them decide what they want to do.

A Lemonade Stand

>My two daughters have decided it’s time for them to venture into the world of entrepreneurship (gotta love ’em) and to open their first lemonade stand. Now, I am not a huge fan of lemonade (I’m more partial to a pinot noir on a muggy Atlanta evening), but as goes tradition, this concoction of lemon juice, sugar, and water is almost a rite of passage that every family must go through, along with the garage sale, the Black Friday line at midnight, and, later in life, the constant left turn signaling in our cars.

As I began to ponder this making of lemonade that I will no doubt be drafted into, it hit me that there is a strong corollary to life, particularly the life I’ve been living and seeing lately.

The more I think I know someone, the more I realize that there are likely many layers of pain that I don’t know about. Not a surprise, right? Not to me, either.

What has come as a surprise, is that they don’t know of their own pain.

Or a way to get out.

The past few months have given me opportunity to share my faith in God more than I ever have before. But my sharing hasn’t been preaching about Christ and His teachings, per se. I’ve spent much more time just, well, listening. Listening to brothers and sisters who are hurting. Those who don’t know why life is treating them the way it is.

Of course, in most cases, it’s not life that’s treating them a certain way, it’s the way they are treating themselves within their realm of life. Turns out that life doesn’t really hand us lemons in most cases; usually, we go looking for a lemon grove.

Now, we don’t know that it’s a lemon grove when we start out. We see green pastures, filled with whatever floats our boat – money, sex, cars, homes…whatever. But when our purposes don’t have passion behind them, and our passion doesn’t have our GOD behind it, then our likelihood of finding a lemon grove instead of what we intended to find is that much greater.

You see, it’s really a challenge at times to want to trust God in all things. I am the first one to admit that. It’s so much easier to trust in the here and now, and, more importantly, ourselves. But as I quipped to a very good friend of mine recently, I am much more confident in my ability to let myself down than to make myself singularly succeed that I am not willing to put my trust in myself. Even should the entire world crumble around me, I want to cling to something that is far greater than me. Something that represents not just the past that I know, but the future that I fret about. That “thing” for me is faith – faith in my Saviour, to be the rock for me to lean on when things aren’t quite so rosy.

I don’t like making lemonade. I don’t like wandering in lemon groves when I’m really desirous of something much more meaningful and satisfying. Something more eternal.

So, my choice, daily, is to surrender my pursuits under my Saviour’s lordship, and give Him the opportunity to direct me to those paths that, while may be less traveled, point me to a destination that is much more fulfilling and purposeful.

For my brothers and sisters who are out there looking to get out of the lemonade business, consider Christ as your ultimate business, and your ultimate thirst quencher.

A.