tiny revolution

A friend told about a sign hanging in a monastery that read,

Everybody wants a revolution, but nobody wants to do the dishes.

This stays with me as I process my current stage of life and the current US political situation. What does it mean to be an American living abroad, married to a Dutchman with American-Dutch kids? One leg in one country and one in the other, especially in such an important and historic time.

People readily comment on how lucky I am not to be living in the US in such divisive times, or how lucky I am to have health care, etc. These people, often American friends, are right. It is nice to be able to step away from the divisiveness and have a different perspective than if I were living in the thick of things. It is wonderful to have such good healthcare, especially as a woman in her child-bearing years. There are many things about living in the Netherlands that I’m thankful for .

Yet, there is this sense of being left out of an important part of history. Being away from my people during an important struggle. Not understanding the complex dynamics of arguments on both sides of the debate. Not knowing exactly where my family or closest friends stand, because there’s not enough hours in the day to connect about basic life events, let alone complex political issues. And technology, bless its heart, lacks the ability to allow me to be physically present, a highly underrated quality in processing complex issues. Presence, as I’m coming to understand, plays a big role in fostering and enjoying communication and relationships. People always tell me, “Thank God for technology, right?” and they are right. I am thankful for a way to connect with friends and family from ‘back home’. But it’s not the same as sitting down with someone over a cup of coffee in the same room.

And then I had a sort of ‘eureka’ moment: what I’m missing is not more information about recent political events, its the conversations about these recent political events. There is so much information out there, so many opinions so quickly formed, and therefore very little time for slow, deliberate conversation, punctuated by small pauses to listen or to think.

Right now in my phase of life–one of breastfeeding a small baby around the clock and potty training a toddler–I barely have time to talk to my husband, read a chapter in a book, or write an e-mail. But read about, digest, and converse about what is going on in my home country in order to fully understand and form wise and articulate opinions? Impossible.

But I too want to be a part of a good change. I want to help my country, to make a difference. What can I do? Sign a petition? Write a letter? Post another article to my Facebook page? The amount of information to be digested before I find out how to fight for ‘my cause’ is overwhelming. It feels probably what being buried slow motion in an avalanche feels like.

If you’re like me, sleeping three hours at a time and constantly checking your watch to see when the next feeding/potty time is, unable to keep up with all of the information, then join me in this kind of gentle revolution:

Grow your family. Stand and serve where you are. Listen to others, especially when you disagree. Journal from time to time (for me today this was twenty minutes alone in Starbucks). Be present. Listen. Engage in ‘real time’ conversations. Do the dishes. This is your tiny revolution.

Avoid the temptation to grab random fragments of news from Facebook or the internet and react immediately, just to feel a part of the conversation. Walk away the information for awhile. For me today, this means looking my little girl in the eye and asking for the twentieth time, “Do you have to go potty?”

Do I want to be a part of a good change? She is my secret weapon.

3 thoughts on “tiny revolution

  1. Yep, the revolution is in our hearts….He wants to win us over! then we can serve each other & do the dishes! Loved your words….provokes my thoughts and that’s a good thing!

  2. Well written, Erin! I did a training today on child abuse with a group of student nurses. One of them came up to me afterwards and asked me how I did my job and if I ever got discouraged or overwhelmed with the sadness. After I talked about the importance of taking care of myself and of recognizing what I am feeling during a case I told that typically I have a picture in my power point of the cellist of Sarajevo (I didn’t have it today). I told her how this cellist during the Bosnian war would go to funerals,in bomb shelters, and in the streets among the rubble and play his cello to honor those who had died. This man’s actions eventually made international news and some credit him with bringing attention to the war which caused other nations to bring pressure to end it. I told her that is what I do – I do my tiny little part like the cellist; that’s all I can offer. Congrats on your beautiful baby boy!

  3. Well said. I can relate and was in the US for the debates. I can’t put words to how I felt so I won’t attempt to here. I thought about you a lot as I was at your folk’s home and they graciously hosted a group of counselors for me to share my ministry here in Thailand. You writing are such a beautiful thing. I enjoy reading them and can often relate. Congratulations on your newest little boy. Praying that you get more breaks between nursing and potty training. Blessings!

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