This has been an interesting week so far at my house; my schedule is simply all messed up!
And in the process, we’ve added a new member to the family. Yesterday, as I was holding my new grandson for the first time, I couldn’t help but wonder what his future would be like in a world that is becoming more dangerous and unstable, and with parents who haven’t exactly been known to make the wisest decisions thus far.
When I grew up, I lived in quite a different world, one in which my parents could establish geographical boundaries containing roughly a square mile in which I could go anywhere without permission, as long as I was home at the specified time, without any need for worry about my safety or getting into much in the way of mischief. In our neighborhood, my parents and I literally knew everyone, and nearly all of the moms were home all day; if I misbehaved, my Mom knew about it before I came home. If I fell off of my bike and got hurt, several moms would be there to take charge of the situation, and with all of those eyes present, there was no crime going on anywhere around there.
Sadly, neither my children nor grandchildren have ever seen a world like that; far from it.
To be sure, if you never lived in that world, I think it’s much harder to see what factors existed then that don’t exist now, and as time moves on, fewer and fewer people will ever realize that such an environment is even possible: Very sad.
Holding a newborn grandson is surely bittersweet.