Thursday, November 6, 2008

american children

After the trip home from church wed. night; all four of my kids (ages 7 to 1) were either asleep or pretending to be asleep and trying not to smile while faking it. In one of my rare moments of compassion and consideration for my children I decided that i would just go ahead and carry them in whether they were really asleep or not. As I made the fourth trip out to the van after the last child, I had kind of a flashback moment to a similar experience of being carried by my parents my own youth.

I remember the drowsy, delicious feeling of having no real responsibility, even for my very self; that I could just continue to "slump" and that someone would put me where I belonged and I could trust that those in charge would take care of me. Then I realized that the same feeling must of washed over more than half of Americans earlier that same day when they opened their newspapers. Think about it... Subtle, huh?