A friend of mine recently posted pic on social media of her children enjoying ice cream cones. She wrote this “As we sat outside and enjoyed this nice day, I couldn’t help but be filled with gratitude. We are safe. We are healthy. We are privileged. My heart is breaking for all the families at the borders and all the families that are living in horrendous environments. I hope I never forgot to be thankful for what we have.”
Today my girls had a similar day. They jumped on a friend’s trampoline, had treats with their cousin at a cafe, picked out cherries in the grocery store just because, ate a favorite dinner, and helped their Daddy with the chores.
I’ve been trying to live in a bubble because the reality hurts. I don’t like to feel hopeless, guilty, angry, and ashamed. Today I swallowed a little dose of reality and allowed myself to face the music and learn a little bit about what’s happening at my country’s boarder.
I feel like I’m in a lukewarm bath. It’s slowly getting hotter. Soon it will boil. I can’t help but feel complicit. This is my country. This is my home. These are children just like my beautiful girls. These are mothers and fathers who want to go grocery shopping with their children and show their children the value of hard work.
I enjoy my comfortable bath. I even enjoy the false security that somehow I’m clean from all this. The water is warming. Will it touch my children? Will it someday boil my family alive? Does it matter? Because it’s already killing someone else’s.