The grandkids were over for dinner last night, and something happened while they were riding the stuffed bear down the stairs.
No one was really hurt, but I couldn’t help but notice how early we learn the blame game.
Each of us can quickly construct a blame wall that keeps us from being able to communicate honestly with another.
It can happen at the drop of a hat, and we strengthen the wall of blame with our own interpretation of right and wrong.
Nobody is closer than sisters who grew up together, but no matter how close they are, even two sisters will blame the other for all kinds of wrongs.
We do it all the time with friends and enemies, certainly with our politics, in our jobs, and even with our spouses.
Look at Adam and Eve who tried to pawn their disobedience off on a talking snake. It’s a common and well-used device to try to feel better about oneself.
Yet, when we hurt wouldn’t it be better to acknowledge the soft and tender in ourselves, and own the pain that makes us human.
Taking responsibility carries us down the the right path. Blame on the other hand blocks our way.