The Mostest Bestest Mama

Earlier today, during coffee after Lauds, the topic of the 'generation gap' came up. The one who presented the topic did not believe in it's existence; he didn't experience it with his children and he doesn't remember it as a child. I agreed that it does not naturally occur, but rather it is the product of the industrial schooling system. On our own, we want to be our parents--at least I do--we want to be smart, we want to solve problems, we want to know things and know how to get things done.

However, if you drop a child in the midst of his childish peers all it takes is one child complaining about his parents saying that they aren't cool or just in general being discontent, after that it snowballs; peer pressure kicks in and everybody jumps on the generation gap bandwagon. Children who never have thought that the rules of their parents were unjust are convinced otherwise by their peers. And so, having established this disrespect for the authority of their parents, they go on to perhaps have their own children, but *they* know better than their parents did, *they* are going to be *good* parents and not be so strict.

In many ways this disrespect is encouraged by the schools and pop culture. Advertizing appeals to it all the time. The schools encourage it every time that they contradict a child's parents. Creationism vs. evolution; disagreements of political ideology; the constant narrative of the power and wisdom of the government; all of these things contribute to a lack of faith in the wisdom and efficacy of one's own progenitors.

Now, with that in mind, I get to the point of this blog post.

It is with profound and humbling honor that I acknowledge this most auspicious of days. This prestigious natal day of one who is very likely the coolest, wisest, most awesomest, kick-buttest, wonderfullest, goshdarnedbestest mamas in the whole wide world, nay, in the universe.


Happy Birthday Mama!
That's all.