All the thoughts, you guys. All the thoughts and feelings that have been going through my head with YesAllWomen and the WarOnFreeRangeParenting, the Shootings and OtherHardThings in the news these past days. Shock/horror/disgust from all the stories. More faith lost in the goodness of humanity. More news that makes me wonder how to protect my precious, precious children from the growing evil out there, and how to raise them to be kind, respectful, strong, responsible people who are aware but not afraid of life. Who can tell me anything and have my unwavering love, but never a blind "not my child!" eye.
I've been thinking about how blessedly naive I was in my Vienna-wandering days, walking home alone at 2:00 a.m. after a night out in the city. 2:00 a.m.! Alone! A 19-year-old girl! And in Venice I left the hotel early enough to watch the sun rise and the city come to life, alone. In Italy. You guys.
I've been blessedly naive and free from abuse, assault, and the accompanying shame; blessed to be surrounded by kind and good men who have helped to keep me safe throughout my life. Until recently, I was largely unaware of how rare that is. How unfortunately rare.
And all I can do, I guess, is to teach my kids about boundaries. Set them, respect others', expect (and demand, if necessary) that others respect yours. Keep an open dialogue - and a weather eye out for anything amiss. For my part, as Mad-Eye Moody says, CONSTANT VIGILANCE!
Most importantly, I want them to know how loved they are, always and forever. Not just by me but by a much greater, more powerful, perfect and infinite Being.
It's just not practical to stick them in a tower deep in the woods with no way up or down. Tempting, but not practical.