So beautiful to hear such kind of conversations with kids, about not skipping over the assumed language we are handed by the world. Such sad choices that history has created. I love that despite the frustration of being stolen from, you framed it with what is really in play--the injustice of a system that doesn't take care of one another. 💜
I wish everyone had such enlightened understanding of jails, I hope we all do someday. I work with incarcerated fathers and it's heartbreaking to hear them talk about being separated from their kids. And I have yet to meet one for whom jail is going to make any kind of meaningful or positive difference in their lives. They are all dealing with myriad problems, none of which are helped by being imprisoned.
"If everyone takes care of each other then we could all keep our bikes and everyone would have bikes." Oh, Brontë. Thank you for this beautiful parenting moment - doing it and sharing it. Heart-bursting, heartrending. (And I'm sorry about the bike, and, you know, this country.)
If only we could just take care of each other. I love thé way she was absolutely listening even when she didn’t seem to be. So sorry about the bike though. That’s a tough loss :(
“That I only know the words and ideas I know...but there are so many potentialities that I may just not have the words for yet. I try to keep myself open to that, but I know I’m not always great at it.”
Oh good for you, Brontë, & from that little epicenter. . . all the world! Teach them when they are young, they say. (Even a broken clock is right twice a day). (To explain why I’m throwing cliches around, I use a cliche)
Thank you for raising your kids with such compassion for others! Wonderful touching story!!! This is how we change the world, one kid at a time! 🙏🏽💛🥰
Oh, that story made me cry. What a beautiful, generous gift you gave your daughter, your family, and us. Thank you for this most humane story. ❤️❤️❤️
So beautiful to hear such kind of conversations with kids, about not skipping over the assumed language we are handed by the world. Such sad choices that history has created. I love that despite the frustration of being stolen from, you framed it with what is really in play--the injustice of a system that doesn't take care of one another. 💜
I wish everyone had such enlightened understanding of jails, I hope we all do someday. I work with incarcerated fathers and it's heartbreaking to hear them talk about being separated from their kids. And I have yet to meet one for whom jail is going to make any kind of meaningful or positive difference in their lives. They are all dealing with myriad problems, none of which are helped by being imprisoned.
"If everyone takes care of each other then we could all keep our bikes and everyone would have bikes." Oh, Brontë. Thank you for this beautiful parenting moment - doing it and sharing it. Heart-bursting, heartrending. (And I'm sorry about the bike, and, you know, this country.)
Your story - your kids and mine - give me hope.
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What's the opposite of a punch to the gut? Something like this.
If only we could just take care of each other. I love thé way she was absolutely listening even when she didn’t seem to be. So sorry about the bike though. That’s a tough loss :(
This was beautiful.
This was lovely, Meg. This story is going to stick with me, I think. Thanks for sharing.
That is some stellar parenting right there, Meg.
“That I only know the words and ideas I know...but there are so many potentialities that I may just not have the words for yet. I try to keep myself open to that, but I know I’m not always great at it.”
This. Thank you. 🙏❤️
Oh good for you, Brontë, & from that little epicenter. . . all the world! Teach them when they are young, they say. (Even a broken clock is right twice a day). (To explain why I’m throwing cliches around, I use a cliche)
What good hard work you're doing there, Meg. I want to live in your world.
My eyes are also a little wet and I’m smiling. 💕💕