“I hope he is ok because if he is not I am not sure how I am going to explain it.”
My son’s English teacher ran and completed the Boston Marathon today. When I heard about the bombing he was the first person I thought of.
I can’t say it was because we are friends because we aren’t. I mean, we aren’t enemies either but I only know him because of my son and since he was the only person I knew in the race it was a natural concern.
But I am obligated to confess that although I really did and do wish him well I was very concerned with what I would do if something happened. What do I tell my children about what happened?
How do I tell them about this and explain statistics and odds to them because the conversation will go there. They will ask me about Newtown and 9/11. They will mention that the other day was Holocaust Remembrance day and ask about that too.
What can I say? What do I tell my son who asked for a lock on his door because he needs privacy and because “it provides time to escape if someone with a gun shows up?
I don’t spend much time trying to figure some of this stuff out. It is not because I am not interested, curious or thoughtful. All of those things are true but at the same time I recognize that some times there aren’t explanations that make sense.
We can’t always put it in the box. The guy in Colorado who shot up the theater is mentally ill and so is the transient who dropped a Molotov Cocktail into a car.
In layman’s terms we call that crazy and sometimes that is enough for me. Those who commit acts of terror in the name of politics, well that is enough for me too.
Let me clarify, I don’t condone those actions. I don’t sanction them or give the perpetrators license to act in this fashion.
But the way I sleep at night is to put them in that box and to say that statistically speaking there is a much greater chance of bad things happening because of a drunk driver, car accident or because we trip over a toy.
It is a subjective, personal thing, this decision and way to make sense of the world. It doesn’t always work for everyone.
Things Are Not Worse
I do not believe things are worse now. I remember the Cold War and being told in school that Reagan and Brezhnev hated each other and that sooner or later there would be nukes.
I remember being a kid and hearing stories about terrorism all over the place. They murdered Israelis here and there, be careful because we are Jewish too. Planes are being hijacked and they are making movies about it.
BTW, I don’t remember hearing these things at home, the school yard was one hell of a source of information.
Anyway, I remember hearing not too long ago that there is less crime now than there was when I was a kid and that overall many things are safer.
I am convinced that the proliferation of information and the 24 hour news cycle have had an impact here. We hear everything as it happens and then enjoy a boatload of information about whatever just happened.
Information overload makes it feel/seem like things are worse.
I am responsible for helping to raise children who grow up to be productive and capable members of society. Part of that means giving them the tools and skills to do that.
That is not just food, clothing and housing. It is not just an education. It is confidence. It is teaching them how to deal with bad things when they happen and sometimes that may require stretching the truth a bit.
I truly don’t believe things are worse now. The population isn’t shrinking and I see no reason to believe my kids won’t survive their own childhood in spite of acting like fools who think they are invulnerable.
I did and you probably did too.
Kids do stupid things.I was no different and I expect my kids will help my hair turn grey or fall out. I do hope to be proven wrong about that.
But as a father I know my worst nightmare is that something might happen to them.
So it is hard not to be nervous and to want to wrap them in bubble wrap, but I won’t do that.
Life Finds A Way
Life finds a way. Wasn’t that a line in Jurassic Park?
Doesn’t matter, because it is true. Life finds a way.
People find a way.
What happened in Boston was tragic and I want the people who did it to pay, but I am not going to stop living or instruct my kids to stop. Life goes on and ultimately it doesn’t matter whether things are better or worse now.
What matters is how we live today.