There is an assumption I live with, a cozy little thing I
feed a steady diet of hardly glanced-at headlines and confidence-boosting thoughts, like the fact that the last time an enemy invaded America dentures could give you
splinters. I live with this assumption
because it makes it easier to hop on planes, enter public places, and occasionally
draw controversial cartoons. Okay, so
I’ve never done that last one. But I
live with it because we’re number one!
Or, at least, that’s what we were the last time I checked. Like I said, I only glance at the headlines.
But, lately, my assumption isn’t doing so well—that rosy
expectation I’ve cultivated over the years that terrorism, though a problem,
will never reach my family has started to crumble. The pictures of grief and fear in Paris bring
other pictures to my mind—pictures of towers burning, smoke billowing, and people
fleeing as firemen rushed toward danger.
When the Charlie Hedbo staff left for work the other day, they, like the
people who worked on the upper floors of the World Trade Center, were expecting
it to be just another day. But it
wasn’t. It was their last day.
This grim reality has forced me to set aside my sunny
assumption, and realize that if this could happen to them, it could happen to
me or someone I love. So what is a
mother to do? My first impulse is to
retreat. If other people’s children are
going to be terrorists, mine are going to be bored—just a trip to the general
store each morning for a few essentials and then back inside the bomb
shelter. The world is just too
dangerous. But, ah, the world—despite
its perils it’s a beautiful place, and that beauty is something I want my children
to not only see, but be. I want them to
claim this planet, to experience its wonders and make it a better place. I want them to stand against it becoming the
playground of thugs--a thing they cannot accomplish if I’m keeping them safe
behind reinforced concrete. Sure, there
are certain places it would be foolish for them to visit (we’re not booking a
family trip to Afghanistan,) but a kosher deli in Paris—they should be able to
go there. And so they must advance into
the world, not retreat from it, because if other people’s children are going to
take an oath to protect and defend our way of life, then the least I can do is
teach mine to be brave.
"O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world..."
ReplyDelete~ Miranda in Shakespeare's The Tempest
Enlightened mothers tend to choose the proverbial apple.