A short poem about finding the tenuous middle -- my son is ten / trump’s been president more than half his lifewhile we’re giving everything we’ve got / to resisting and organizing / practicing joy and presence / raising him to know the power of his voice and body / his privilege and his opportunity
I would add the responsibility of grandparents to acknowledge/support the importance of respecting the balance between knowing and unknowing. It's a challenge for adults to handle the chaos, imagine the confusion that can create for a child.
I would add the responsibility of grandparents to acknowledge/support the importance of respecting the balance between knowing and unknowing. It's a challenge for adults to handle the chaos, imagine the confusion that can create for a child.
I have a ten year old son as well. Thank you for putting this in perspective.