Wednesday before Election ...... just a reminder, no one is perfect

I don't know if I am a victim of procrastination, but there seems to be more activity today than any other day in the election.  People are looking for what is perfect for our country.  Honestly, if it was that simple, we would have found it already.  Nothing or nobody is perfect.  But, there seems to be more announcements today, more policy, more allegations.  Maybe I haven't been following the national as much as I usually do.  I don't like CBC's roving reporter doing a daily segment on the average voter and what is important to them.  All the locations where she has been have been in the GTA and I just don't think the average voter there is necessarily speaking for the average voter of Canada.

For some reason, I have spent a lot of time thinking about my parents.  I know the reason.  My nephew asked me a question about them.  My parents are both deceased so I think they are perfect.  I always knew my dad was perfect, for me.  It wasn't until years later that I learned so much more about him and how he was so kind to so many people.  I had no idea.  I never thought my mother was perfect mostly because she never felt that about herself.  However,  one thing I know for sure about my mother was that she was always kind.  I think that is one of the most important things in the world, so I think she was perfect. 

I think it is important to know that while I think my parents were perfect, I still know that they had faults.  Many of them.  They were perfect for me but they weren't perfect people.  Those two imperfect people raised this imperfect daughter.  So, I raise my eyebrows when anyone thinks that anyone, except my parents, is perfect.  I worry about people who think that politicians are perfect.  Or when politicians pretend to be perfect. 

There has been so much fake news today that, if were true, would have been out there weeks ago.  We have to be discerning.  I know my parents had faults but I still loved them.  I can still support a politician without blindly following thinking they are perfect.  Infact, with some politicians, it is their faults that I find appealing. 

So, why have I spent so much time prorastinating today.  It is because I have to go to the last home game of Valour this evening.  Don't get me wrong.  Valour is great entertainment, but, it is cold and I feel miserable.  But, I'm going because they are honouring the initial members of the Manitoba Soccer Hall of Fame, my father-in-law.  His contributions to soccer on the world stage are incredible.  No matter how many times he is honoured, it is never enough.  I never got the chance to meet him.  I have heard so much about his life and thought he was perfect.  This past year, I have gotten to know him differently through reading his words and listening to his voice while giving speeches.  And, you are not going to believe this.  Through getting to know him better, I have realized he was not perfect.  But, I still deeply admire him.  And, I'm going to bundle up and sit on a cold seat to honour him and I'm also sure he would think I was the perfect foil to his political beliefs and we would have had many perfect discussions.  We may have even acknowledged that the other had a point, occassionally. 

If you haven't voted yet, think of those who are perfect in your eyes.  What would be things that would be important to them.  Let their behaviors guide you. 


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