Anonymous wrote:
Anonymous wrote:It’s adolescence, OP. I’m the grandmother of a teen and I was just telling him what the Vietnam lottery was like. How we all sad glued to the TV knowing that the first fifty birthdays they called would be going off to Viet Nam. My brother’s birthday was called eleventh and he was drafted. He survived Viet Nam but was definitely changed by it. Our next door neighbor was an early birthday and never came home. I told him what it was like to campaign for Bobby Kennedy and celebrate his winning the California primary when someone walked into the room sobbing that he’d just been shot in the head and died. My dad used to tell stories about the Great Depression when no one had shoes or enough to eat. And then the rising fear of Hitler and the telegram received after his high school graduation that started, “Now is the time for all good men…”.
Avoiding the truths of the world does no one good. Tell your child to be the change she wants to see in the world and get busy.
This post is a gift! Thank you!