The day before my oldest grandson and best buddy turns 5, I’m thinking about a piece I wrote last May. Him, along with his little brother, are my main inspiration to work on behalf of the pro-life movement. Watching a hungry child eat, or a happy child at play are two of the most beautiful things in life. Observing them noodling out a problem through the perspective of total innocence is a lesson on how to live.
While we twist ourselves into knots over problems that really aren’t problems, they’re happy playing with the box their latest toy came in.
Children know how to prioritize: sleep, eat, play, repeat.
Watch a child. View your next so called problem through the eyes of a child and learn again to approach every day with a sense of awe.
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…
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