I don't know about everyone else, but I thought that 2004 was kind of tough. Now, I could be a bit prejudiced because we started right out the beginnings of the terrible 3's with Nick, as well as my husband, Tim, being in intensive care for 4 days. We were also sick a LOT. Various things that kept dragging us down & making us grouchy. We've been grumpy with one another quite a bit, forgetting how lucky we are to have each other when we got focused on how crappy we felt or how difficult it was to deal with a screaming three-year-old.
The world has been in such upheaval, too. I can hardly believe we're at war. So many boys and girls have died -- so young and full of life -- on both sides. I can't imagine losing my son to war; I can't imagine how the mothers of dead soldiers go on afterward. And the mothers of our "enemy" -- they love their children, too. I can't blame them for being angry and hating us. How do they go on, their children dying in their arms?
I supposed you do what you must, but I can't imagine walking around with that kind of pain settled in your chest.
There are people who believe that such tragedy, like the war, like the tsunami, suicide bombings, etc., are things that happen to "other people." I have no illusions that I am exempt for some reason of birth or race or intelligence or whatever. I am lucky to have the life I do because, first and foremost, luck. We all start out with whatever we're dealt and then proceed from there. I could have born a woman in Afghanistan and had to deal with the problems there. I was lucky I wasn't. No one is elite; some of us are just born in a position that grants us more choices.
Sometimes, when I get down, I think about all the potential disasters, tragedies, etc., that could happen. Something could happen to my son or my husband. Or a natural disaster. Or pandemic. Or something job-related. Or war. Or natural disasters. Nuclear war. Plague. Hunger. Thirst. Homelessness. The list is endless.
I worry about my son's future. But then, people have worried about their children's future since the beginning of time, haven't they? Every generation says the next generation is lazy, shiftless, etc. Every generation sees "prophets" who predict that the world will end in "our times." Some people pray for it, wish for it, and are disappointed when it doesn't happen.
I don't understand this. We all die soon enough. Do we want our children to die before their time? I want Nick to have a chance at a full, happy life. I cringe when he's disappointed, hurt when he's in pain. I know we love our children; let's try to make life better for them, not pray for it's end.