How do I regain innocence in a world where ignorance is no longer an option?Â
My motherhood is my renewed connection with all that is good in the world, and my magnifying glass over all that is frightening and wrong. My children are the hope that makes tomorrow unquestionably worthwhile.
I find it fitting that my post today is over at Parenting, a company based out of New York City.
Hope in life is so big, isn’t it. Hope for good things and love and protection and that good will win, even if bad seems and sometimes gets too close. Glad you are their protector. They don’t need to know all the bad just yet. Keep it up. I tried to post this at The Existential Parent and it wouldn’t work-just letting you know. 🙂
I’d love to read it. But it’s that pink fluffy bunnies thing. I know you know what I’m saying. I need the fluffy bunnies right now. I will try to trek over there in a few days.
You wrote a wonderful article over at parenting. I am not looking forward to do the day when my son starts asking me questions about all this evil in the world. How do you explain at day like 9/11 to a child?
as innocence passes, knowledge brings strength
Great article. Thanks for the words.
As a child I was convinced that the adults would blow up the world with their nuclear bombs (and what was a “cold” war???) before I could reach the age of 35 in the year 2000. I made no long-term life plans that went into my 30’s as I knew I would never finish my 30’s.
Then Nelson Mandela was released from prison when I was 25. It was something that I was equally convinced could not happen in my lifetime. I don’t think I really had any hope until then. All of a sudden the impossible seemed possible and pessimism didn’t seem like common sense anymore.
My hope now is that I will not pass on the hopelessness that I felt to my son, that he will see purple squirrels in the backyard and help me to see them too.
Maybe borrowing the hope from our kids is the way to fill that half-full glass back up?
You never fail to make me think. That’s something I don’t tend to do very often, except for the occasional fleeting thought I can’t seem to remember 3 minutes later.
I love how you express your feelings and how until I read your words I don’t realize that’s what I feel too. You are such a great writer, mother, and friend. Not necessarily in that order!
Thanks for bringing a more colorful and expressive world to all of us.