Fortunate Sons and Daughters

I’ve been indulging the idyllic lately.

With everything that’s frightening and concerning going on the world, I am reveling in the sheer joy of our grandchildren’s laughter and innocence, as they go through their days mostly oblivious to ugly humans who insist on violence and power grabs and misery.

I find myself hoping they never know what the people of Ukraine have known for four years now, or what the people of Israel or southern Lebanon or Sudan or Iran have faced on a daily basis.

Their eyes will be opened over time, exposed to the burdens and challenges of an imperfect world. But for now, may they only know the great gift of parents and extended family who love and protect them, who feed their imaginations and allow them to be kids.