Do teenagers care about charity?
December 22, 2008
Posted by CindyW in : Opinions & Thoughts , 6 comments
Last week I wrote about giving to charity in lieu of presents for our teenage nieces and nephews. My husband was of the opinion that teenagers would not care about any charity causes. I had some hope.
Here is the early report, as the nieces and nephews all got their charity gifts early (darn that thank-you email from the receiving organizations).
My fifteen year-old nephew who spends a lot of time surfing and thinking about surfing thought that the membership to the Surfrider Foundation was the coolest thing. In fact he found out that the Foundation had a local chapter on the island where he caught most of his waves. The fact it was founded by eco-minded surfers is way cool, dude.
Our horse crazy niece, to whom we gave a donation to the National Horse Protection League, was happy for a day. But she was saddened after learning on the website that nearly 100,000 horses were slaughtered for meat or sold to foreign countries for meat every year. I regret the gift somewhat. Is it fair for a twelve year old to learn the dark side of the world? Will it depress her or motivate her to learn more and act?
For our other niece, who thinks nothing when charging $500 to her mom’s credit card but is passionate about music and performing art, we donated to her community school of music and art. On the phone she told me that this was one of the most surprising presents she had ever received. “very cool” was her exactly words. I don’t think it can compete with the over-the-top presents she will get from her parents. Hopefully she will remember this one.
Nature conservancy membership went to our nephew who will embark on an international exchange program to Costa Rica next year. He called to say thank you. When asked whether he had checked out what the organization did, he said no but commented that he was glad someone was doing the conservation work in Costa Rica. “Hey, there are people who give money and there are people who do the work. I am definitely the former,” he half-joked.
I was ticked off, “Kid, you’ve got no money. What you have is all your parents’. So don’t you act like you are already a billionaire and throw money at all the problems.” I wanted to tell him that he missed the point of our donation for him - a chance for him to learn the various eco-hotspots in the world and what this wonderful organization was doing to preserve the biodiversity for his generations and beyond. But it seemed sort of pointless, as he has already adopted his parents’ world view.
Do teenagers care about charity? I’d venture to say yes if it is directly speaks to what they care about. Who knows, perhaps they will renew their membership/donation to these organizations and actually learn and act. One can always hope.
Happy Holidays!
CindyW at Organicpicks
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An entirely different list of holiday gifts
December 15, 2008
Posted by CindyW in : Fresh Look , 5 comments
I actually did this post last year. But it is probably still applicable this year. Last year I followed my own advice on a couple of the items. Will review at the bottom. Also added a couple of items for this year.
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Newsweek has done it. Treehugger has done it, And of course Oprah has done it. Not to be outdone, I have to do it too. Yes, I am talking about the holiday gift list, even though as you may have noticed I am not exactly proactive when it comes to shopping for presents. But ten days to go, I am putting together a list for people who don’t want to lose themselves in the labyrinth-like malls where ubiquitous bad clues (50% off signs) take you to all sorts of wrong places so the Minotaur can take your money and give you junk in return while tricking you into thinking that you or your loved ones REALLY need it.
So this year, do something different – give a present that does not require your loved ones to toss it to the are-you-kidding-me-who-can-I-unload-this-to pile right after opening your nicely tied box.
Best gifts come in small packages, or no packages at all
- Spa retreat gift certificate. Find a local spa you like and give a service as a present - facial, massage, makeover
- Private Yoga or Pilates lesson. A great gift for a post-holiday health kick-start
- Community Supported Agriculture (CSA) delivery. Health, yummy, seasonal and local produce or fruit delivered to the home for a month or a year. Find a CSA around you, make a call and decide how much and how often. Yep, that simple.
- Cleaning service. A clean home without breaking the back. In fact, to go with the service, it is an excellent time to try green clean products.
- Theatre or concert tickets. You can give movie gift cards or concert tickets - classic symphony or metal band, your choice. Last year I gave a pair of opera tickets to my in-laws and they were a hit.
- Family membership to a local museum, zoo or aquarium. A gift to the recipient and to the community. Locally I can recommend Coyote Point Museum, Monterey Bay Aquarium, San Francisco Zoo, San Jose Happy Hollow, San Jose Tech Museum, and San Francisco Museum of Modern Art.
- Family menu subscription. Unusual but absolutely helpful. What’s Cooking plans meals and grocery lists every week, saving time and money. Best part? Every menu includes a part where children can help.
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Last year we gave our brother and sister in law two tickets to a San Francisco opera performance. It seemed that my brother in law preferred watching movies on one of his big screen TVs. Apparently his then fifteen year old son went with mom. Asked what he thought of it, our nephew said that he would’ve never gone if his dad had not forced him and his mom had not begged him. But he was sort of glad that he did. That was a huge success in my book - a teenage boy not walking out of an opera performance after ten minutes!
To my sister, I presented a spa gift certificate. She said it was a ridiculously pampering experience that she felt embarrassed while receiving the service. Hmmmm, good? bad? I am not quite sure.
We subscribed CSA for our other sister and brother in law’s family in North Carolina. Apparently they are still subscribers. Yay!
This year, with economy depressing everyone, including many non-profit organizations that rely on donations, I am adding donation to the list. It’s especially appropriate given all our nephews and nieces have STUFF burst out of their closets.
My husband is of the opinion that teenagers do not care about charity. I am not so sure. For our twelve year old niece who is horse crazy, we donated to the National Horse Protection League for her.
For our other niece who thinks of nothing when charging $500 to her mom’s credit card but is passionate about music and performing arts, we gave to her local community school of music and art in her name.
For our highly privileged sixteen year old nephew, who will embark on a semester of international exchange program in Costa Rica, we got him a membership to Nature Conservancy, an organization that works tirelessly to preserve the biodiversity in that country.
For our other nephew, who spent last summer surfing in North Carolina and California, we made a donation to “Surfrider Foundation for him. The organization was “founded in 1984 by a handful of surfers in Malibu, California” and now maintains over 50,000 members. It is dedicated to the protection and enjoyment of our world’s oceans.
Well, this is the way I see it: if my husband is right and our teenage nephews and nieces really don’t care for this sort of gifts, at least I know for sure that these organizations will enjoy the donation, especially during the current economic environment. On the other hand, if he is wrong, then everyone will smile.
Happy Holidays!
CindyW at Organicpicks
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Christmas wish?
December 8, 2008
Posted by CindyW in : Opinions & Thoughts , 8 comments
We got a call from my mother-in-law the Saturday after Thanksgiving, “I know you guys are busy. And I’ve been here only for three days. But can I trouble you to come and get me and dad tomorrow?”
My in-laws flew in from the east coast to visit their two sons in the west coast. The plan was for them to stay with us for a week before Thanksgiving and a week with their other son’s family for a week after Thanksgiving.
Their week with us was delightful, family beach trips, yoga classes, cacophonous singing sessions, nature walks, and three-generations running around in various playgrounds.
Then Thanksgiving day came. We drove an hour and a half north to my brother-in-law’s house. It was always a shocking experience to be there – new kitchen again, new bathroom again, bigger cars, bigger TVs, 9-hole course around the house.
This time around, there was a brand new outdoor fireplace, which was ablaze when we got there at noon. Sadly no one was around to feel the warmth. And it was still heating the unlimited quantity of chilly air when we drove away well into the night.
By now, we have come to realize that every time we go to my brother-in-law’s house, we come back needing a special shower to lose the smell of senseless profligacy. So we go as infrequently as a cordial but distant sibling relationship allows.
Still I was surprised at my mother-in-law’s plea for our help. She sounded exhausted, “I will explain later when you come tomorrow.” One more trip there? It would have exceeded our annual quota.
On the way back in the car, my MIL poured it all out, “I could not deal with it any more after Crista (her 12 year old grand daughter) called with a sales person from Nordstrom, asking for her mother’s approval for $800 on the credit card. I mean she’s 12 years old. What are they teaching her?” She was disgusted, “Have you ever seen her closet? You cannot fit one more piece of clothing. Nothing.”
I did however had the luck of seeing her bathroom counter – covered with make up bottles, tubes and jars. I had to remove a dozen of items from the sink to wash my hands.
Growing up on a farm in Ohio, my MIL is frugal in every way. Though she is quite well off, she rarely throws away a paper cup without exhausting its usage. By no means does she do this for the environment; it’s simply a lifelong habit enforced in an early age. No matter. Our end goal is the same.
In any case, seeing the material recklessness of her son’s family up close and personal almost hurt her in a visceral sort of way.
“Have you noticed that every room in the house has a large flat screen TV? All of them are on all day and all night? I have a headache from the constant noise in every corner of the house,” she continued, “Ken bragged that their utility bills ran a couple of thousand a month.”
“A couple of thousand!” she was clearly in disbelief.
We still had an hour before getting home.
“Remember the turkey we had on Thursday? We barely touched a quarter of it. Janet (her other daughter in law) threw it away after you left, because she said nobody would want the leftover meat.” She was mad now. Food touched a raw nerve, as she was born in the depression era and had images of hungry people burned in her memory.
I thought about the increasing number of people lining up outside food banks.
She wasn’t done, “Yesterday, a huge delivery truck came by. They got eight new dining room chairs. They have twelve right now. Janet did not have space for them, so they all went to the basement. She told me those chairs cost $1500 a piece.”
She shivered, “Do you think Janet is sick? She is on so many prescription drugs. And my son, what about him?”
Knowing they were rhetorical questions, I just sighed. She was so pained by the assault of excessiveness that she could not stay longer even just to be with her grandchildren.
“Perhaps the kids could’ve used your guidance,” I ventured to break her anger.
She waved her hand, “they are smart as hell. But unless there is a miracle, they are done for. I just wish the parents would spend more time with them, not more money on them.”
The mention of her grandchildren turned her fury into sadness.
A sense of helplessness and hopelessness hung in the car for the rest of the trip.
This was not what holidays were about.
This was not what family-get-togethers were about.
But I did not know what to say other than suggesting a long shower for her when we finally got home.
As I helped my kids write their cards to Santa this weekend, I wrote one too.
My wish for Christmas is for the have-nots to have a little bit more and for the have-too-muches to just stop accumulating. May we all seek joy within.
CindyW at Organicpicks
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