Sometimes when I see the news, I feel ashamed that I brought a child into this world. I wonder with so much wrong, what does he have to look forward to? Especially, knowing how he feels things so deeply. Is it possible he’ll be able to lead a healthy, happy life?
You may think that since I feel that way, that parenting would be easier because I could just give up and coast. Like if the world has gone to hell in a hand-basket, why bother trying? I wouldn’t be alone if I chose that route. Many people are throwing their hands up, shrugging their shoulders or turning their backs.
That would be too easy. That would also be like accepting the wrong in the world as just the way it is. When it seems as though an entire generation is on the verge of just that attitude, it becomes that much more important not to jump on board.
No, I’m not deluded enough to believe that if I help my son cling to his moral compass, that the world will be all rainbows and unicorns when he’s an adult. It may actually be worse. But I’ll do my best anyway. We all should. As long as there are still kids being raised to know right from wrong, then there’s still the possibility of change for the better.