The rumors are true, my favorite TV show of all time is Little House on the Prairie. No apologies….I mean…I think you should probably apologise if it was The Dukes of Hazzard, The Cosby Show, 90210, Dancing With the Stars or Jersey Shore, but that’s a whole other convo.
The fact is that I completely idealized the image that was portrayed of the Ingalls family: simple, hard working, virtuous people who had an incredible impact on their small community of Walnut Grove because of the fact that their faith in God and each other almost never wavered, and when it did, they were right back on track after only 60 minutes. Charles Ingalls (Pa) was the sensitive but sturdy, hard working patriarch, intensely devoted to his family, with not a lot of aspirations other than raising a good crop, a good family, and attending to most of the moral dilemmas that seemed to arise in town on every given week. Yes, we’re still talking about TV here.
Nevertheless, I loved Charles Ingalls expectations of life. I loved that he identified himself as being a husband, father and farmer, and lived well within those parameters. A lot of us don’t know how to do that well, my hand being raised as high as I can raise it right now. We’ve been taught to constantly “push our parameters” out as far as possible because, well, that’s how we reach our potential. But how do we do a good job with what we currently have if we don’t have our eyes on any of it, or more importantly, cultivating a thankful heart for any of it?
I guess it means we’re more like the people that Pa Ingalls was helping every week.