My son is writing for his campus newspaper. Proud mom moment! He had two articles published in this first paper. I was expecting a light-hearted pop culture piece. I was delighted to read such a well-articulated and thoughtful piece.
I’ve often lamented the loss of a more innocent, kind, and carefree world as my kids came of age during Covid lockdowns, active shooter drills, and a president who spews and encourages hatred and division, cultivating and amplifying white supremacy, dehumanizing the marginalized, and normalizing corruption. It was a profound moment, reading how my adult son perceived this shift, looking back to when he was 10 years old and articulating his view of how the world has changed; what we’ve lost. I had difficulty finishing the article through tears. They were tears of sadness for the fucked up world my kids have inherited, but also immense pride at this wisdom and deeper reflection from my grown son.
