I wrote a posting this morning on another blog of mine. Before I redirect you to that one, let me first post a warning.
WARNING: I started my other blog as a place where I could whine about politics and religion, and not offend any of my regular readers on this blog. It's been locked down for a couple of months because someone got offended, but then I realized that you can't please all of the people all of the time, so it's back open again. BUT with that said. If you are an active and faithful member of the LDS Church, it would probably be best for all of us, if you didn't visit it. I'm not one of those anti-mormon folks, and I do still attend services fairly regularly, but things about the organization get my goat sometimes, and you probably don't want to read what I have to say. So you have been warned, you can do with that what you wish. I also believe strongly in free agency, and trust that you can make this decision on your own. I just don't want to hear any bitching if you decide to visit and don't like what you see.
OK, with that out the way...
It's a serious post about pedestals, and how sometimes we place ourselves and others on them. And it generally isn't a good thing.
I don't want to be one of those parents who puts themselves up on a pedestal to their kids. I don't really want my kids thinking I'm perfect, and I think I may have achieved that, at least with my older couple.
For instance, some words are Dad words, and much hilarity is to be had when Dad says, hell, damn, bugger, bitch and bastard (amongst others).
If you still have any respect for me, you should also know that tonight, I will be shaving my legs. Yes, I'm a guy! And I have my reasons!!
I'm not saying I don't want to be an example to my kids... I most absolutely do, but I don't want to be viewed as a perfect and somehow a supreme being, only to have them realize later in life that I'm just some self-righteous hypocrite.