So I’m really out of touch. You might say I’m living in a hole. Here are just a few samplings of the things that I have lost track of over my years.
1. I have no idea what the latest MTV top ten list would be right now, although I’m pretty sure that the videos would have naked or next to naked women in them.
2. I don’t know what the headline news is, and I won’t until someone tells me or I HAPPEN to see it on TV MUCH MUCH later…
3. I don’t own an Ipod, and it will most likely be YEARS before I do.
4. I don’t have the slightest clue about world issues for the most part as far as breaking information is concerned.
There’s more, but this should be plenty for my point in all this.
My point being, that I am HAPPY.
I like being out of touch.
I like that my children’s schools are so small, that by the end of the year, it’s entirely possible that I will know the names of all the kids in their GRADES, not just their classroom.
I like that when I walk down a street in my town, people talk to me, and say HI even if we are strangers.
I like that the speedlimit to drive to the nearest town is 55 MPH. and I actually drive that speed to get there. (most of the time)
I like that on any given day, I can go to the ocean, and be back in my childhood on vacation.
I like that on a REALLY busy night, we have a Jr high football game, and that’s it.
I like that I know all my kid’s friends, AND their parents.
I like that I have time in my days to bake.
I like that I have time in my day to decorate.
I like that my husband comes home for dinner everynight.
I like that a hard day means that I had to clean up a mess that a three year old made.
I like that an emotional day means that I was home to fight with my soon to be teenager.
I like that.
I like all that and more.
I may not know all the latest, or the newest, but I know where my kids are.
I know WHO my kids are.
Not just in the sense that you recognize them, but in the sense that you know their character, and the things they are feeling. I know those things.
I know that my husband loves all of us.
I still think of him as my best friend.
I know that my sons feel our love.
Not just in an I-know-you-love-me-because-you-just-do way, but in an I know you love me because you are THERE way.
I was driving the other afternoon, leaving Safeway. If you go to Safeway, and you have a club card, you know. They check your card, and say, have a nice day… Mrs…….Whitzzlee????? (they don’t usually get it right.)
But it hit me. Even though the girl at the counter doesn’t usually GET the way my name is pronounced, at MY Safeway, she does know my face. I live in a town where I shop at the same stores. You might as well. In my town, we are small enough to be recognized.
My town is out of touch.
The buildings are old.
NOTHING is up to date.
It was only THIS year that the school was forced by state LAW to stop allowing parents to MAKE treats for class. Now things have to be store bought. Something about germs.
There’s something to be said for knowing all your neighbors.
For talking to strangers.
For calling out to kids walking by about the next game they are playing.
For learning the names of the dogs and their humans that pass your house each day on walks.
For knowing that a neighbor is going in for surgery and might need an extra hand for a few weeks.
For knowing that the child your son has been fed up with at school lives in a home where there is no one.
There’s a lot to be said.
I may not be able to tell you what’s going on globally,
but I can tell you what is happening HERE.
I can tell you about NOW.
In the lives that I touch.
In the days that I live.
In the places I matter.
For me, being out of touch is right where I belong.