I marveled on Mother’s Day at the look of sheer joy on my grandson’s face as he romped barefoot through the lawn sprinkler in my backyard.  He wasn’t thinking of the thousands of innocent children who would die in America’s abortion mills just a day later.  He was living in the moment, and feeling the joy of being alive; knowing that he was safe with me.  I shared his joy, but knew that by the next Mother’s Day we spend together, over 1 million unborn children will have been intentionally killed in the country I love.

We can learn a lot from our children and grandchildren.  I watch my grandsons as they experience, for the first time, all the things that most of us take for granted.  They haven’t been taught how to hate anyone or to be biased against anyone who looks different or speaks in a different language than they do.  They see life as a daily miracle, not a daily grind.  They’re honest with their emotions and approach life with no agenda, other than the pursuit of happiness. They’re not looking to the future or dwelling in the past.  They are living fully in today, knowing instinctively that yesterday is done and tomorrow isn’t guaranteed.

I fear that over time they will succumb to the social conditioning that most of us fall prey to; the social conditioning that teaches us hate, bias, and indifference to the suffering of our fellow man.  I envy my grandsons’ innocence and wish I could shield them from all the evil and inhumanity they will be exposed to over the course of their lives.  I’m committed to keeping them safe and working to save all their future friends from the indignity of death in the name of a culture that passes laws to allow their killing to be legal.

If we all looked at life through the eyes of an innocent child, just imagine the world we would live in.  Children have no desire to kill their own.  Money and worldly possessions aren’t important to them.  They have no concept of politics and no need to make empty promises they have no intention of honoring.  Our world, as seen through the eyes of a child, would have no need for weapons of mass destruction that could destroy it a thousand times over.  Terrorism would not exist and children would have no interest in murdering anyone whose beliefs were different than theirs.

As adults, we think we have all the answers.  We think our life experience conveys wisdom and qualifies us to determine who should live and who should die; ignoring the fact that we were allowed to live.  My grandsons are showing me what is truly important.  I’ll take a Sunday afternoon running and playing with them over all the so called important things we spend our lives pursuing.  I’m seeing the world through their eyes and I’m determined to make it better for them and every other child.