
Parade season is starting again. I have a lot of time to contemplate human behavior because two of my children are in a band. Sam plays snare drum and Kirby plays bagpipes. They dress in full highland regalia---kilt, glengarry, vest, sporran, you name it. Those who participate in a parade get there about an hour before step off time and are often among the last to leave. It's a long day.
A big parade, such as the Cleveland St. Patrick's Day parade, is quite an event. Thousands of marchers. Children from different ethnic groups, their noses red from the cold, holding banners as they walk by. Riders in costume on beautiful horses. Clowns. Vintage cars. Inner city bands with percussion to stir the heart and each band member smiling. Old people marching for a cause. Religious groups from Catholics to Buddhists. Dance troupes. Politicians. Everyone walking in the wind, keeping time to music, waving to the crowd.
But I can't help but notice over the years that many children who watch parades are not expected to behave. They push their way to the front to watch, no matter if their elders have been waiting there or if they are blocking someone in a wheelchair. Some marchers toss candy into the crowd, and soon children are running into the street. At times they run right in the path of marchers. Their parents buy them whatever vendors are selling and soon there's litter of treat wrappers and the endless tooting and rattling of noisemakers in the ears of those right next to them.
Children are the mirrors of a culture. If we hold others in high regard, knowing each person's well-being is important, we teach our children to act with decency to friends as well as strangers. If, instead, we constantly seek our own gratification (out of some loss, something missing in our own lives perhaps?) then our children learn to disregard others unless they are friends or relations.
Parades may remind others of who is worth watching and who is kept on the sidelines. After all, parades say something about what we value. But I can't help but feel that it's all a grand procession. We might as well pay attention to each moment of that procession, spectacle as well as spectators. It all has meaning.