Confession: My kids are spoiled.
There are. They have a lot of people in their lives that love them and show that love by buying them gifts…big gifts. And yet, there are days when I feel like all I hear is…
“School was boring.”
“I don’t want to do that.”
“I don’t want to eat that.”
“But I wanted this.”
Complain. Complain. Complain. I sincerely fear for my children. I recognize seeds of selfishness that I fear will grow into trees of ingratitude. It started off with my generation and has only gotten worse as North America has become consumed with consumerism.
We take for granted a warm place to sleep, good food to eat and the privilege of going to school, having access to clean water and being able to play soccer, dance, do gymnastics.
I don’t think I have to tell you that this doesn’t only applies to children either. Bréne Brown in her book Gifts of Imperfection makes an excellent point when she says,