My husband usually turns on the television news as we have breakfast. I prefer not to have it on, frankly, as I can’t stand all the negativity so early in the day, but a commercial came on where there were several kids in their homemade downhill race cars. Sitting off to the side was a child about the same age, but in a wheelchair.
One – just one – of the kids in his wooden race car (complete with helmet and goggles) looks intently at the child in the wheelchair, then gets out of the car, and lifts the kid out of the wheelchair and places him in his car, and then gives him the helmet and goggles and proceeds to cheer him on.
One of the final statements coming from the generous and compassionate kid (who is now speaking as an adult in the commercial) is that he didn’t remember who won the race, but he did remember how he felt about it.
The Foundation for A Better Life, which sponsors these “lessons,” is appropriately named. When one is a better person, one automatically has a better life – dramatically and immediately, in spite of the selfishness, thoughtlessness, unfairness and meanness which surrounds the universe.
It doesn’t matter if your kid has the right clothes, a cell phone, Skype abilities, email, text messaging, a new car and so on. What matters is what truly matters to them. That’s what a parent is supposed to teach children: what should matter.