Awww, Bess. I’m so sorry this is the world we’re living in. I keep thinking of all those stories of Jewish kids who grew up with a grandmother who admonished them- never feel safe, it’ll happen again. May you be safe. May your babies be safe. May all marginalized people be safe. Love you, Ida
My kids are all older, but the fear and worries never go away--they just morph into even more ominous scenarios. Full disclosure: My oldest was a student at Pitt when the Neo-Nazi madman shot up the Tree of Life synagogue..........which was the synagogue attended by him and his frat-mates when they would go to synagogue. I was in Pittsburgh visiting him that weekend and it took me hours to track him down--thankfully, he was just asleep and missed the whole horror.
No one should have to chose between coating their baby in a chilly mist or a warm festival of bacteria, between two equally woolly hats, between living in a world where they might be killed by a crazed loon who was spurred on by Dave Chappell or learning how to blend in in Toronto (I've read the locals drop the second 't' in the pronunciation). As for words of encouragement or poo-poohing of your fears...I got nothing. Your list seems entirely reasonable. Which is the epitome of insanity. God love you for taking the time to write to us all and keep us entertained.
Awww, Bess. I’m so sorry this is the world we’re living in. I keep thinking of all those stories of Jewish kids who grew up with a grandmother who admonished them- never feel safe, it’ll happen again. May you be safe. May your babies be safe. May all marginalized people be safe. Love you, Ida
This is a very lovely reflection and I wish the same to you!
My kids are all older, but the fear and worries never go away--they just morph into even more ominous scenarios. Full disclosure: My oldest was a student at Pitt when the Neo-Nazi madman shot up the Tree of Life synagogue..........which was the synagogue attended by him and his frat-mates when they would go to synagogue. I was in Pittsburgh visiting him that weekend and it took me hours to track him down--thankfully, he was just asleep and missed the whole horror.
Bottom line: We are not safe anywhere, anymore.
No one should have to chose between coating their baby in a chilly mist or a warm festival of bacteria, between two equally woolly hats, between living in a world where they might be killed by a crazed loon who was spurred on by Dave Chappell or learning how to blend in in Toronto (I've read the locals drop the second 't' in the pronunciation). As for words of encouragement or poo-poohing of your fears...I got nothing. Your list seems entirely reasonable. Which is the epitome of insanity. God love you for taking the time to write to us all and keep us entertained.
Here’s the Boomer take on this: how do I get my adult children and their partners to move to Toronto with us?
Mixing soy sauce and melted butter really ups the value of the broccoli.
Amazing tip. Love the comments section so much.