Just yesterday, 6-year-old Dylan and I were discussing the debt ceiling and what happens if the U.S. defaults on its debt come August 2nd.
What is all this craziness over the debt ceiling and the looming end of the world deadline? And does this have anything to do with Google+? Because I don’t really get that either.
Now that I really think back to the conversation, it might have been me mostly talking about the debt crisis and Dylan talking more about ants.
She is nervous they might be endangered. I have assured her that the Wildlife Protection Agency would not allow that to happen. This is not dodo bird all over again.
I’m so glad she’s young enough to still be worried about the well being of bugs.
Because I’ve been completely rattled this week over heavier topics. Like the horrifying murder of an 8-year-old Brooklyn boy who was simply walking home from camp. Can’t an 8-year-old kid walk 7 blocks, get a little lost, ask someone for directions and not get killed?!
Dylan was on a camp field trip yesterday and I was just nervous. In a way I’m normally not. Nervous because people can be so evil. And parents can do everything they can to protect their kids and sometimes it’s just not enough.
I started reading my older girls a few great books on personal safety, hoping that somehow the messages will sink in. But it all terrifies me to my core.
I try not to think about it too much because the sadness and horror in this world can just feel crushing sometimes.
I try to focus on the sweetness in life. The way Harlowe gives adorable kisses (even if they are open mouth). Chase’s unwavering commitment to helping me rearrange a vase of silk flowers in our living room . Dylan’s deep concern for the plight of the ants. And Summer.
That girl noticed that I didn’t have a dance trophy like Rick. So she gave me one…
In case you’re confused, my trophy is the slightly smaller one on the left.