Five and 1/4 years ago, I was right where I am now. Not sitting on my couch in Brooklyn typing on my laptop, but 38 weeks pregnant and reading news coverage of a senseless shooting that was both so distant (on the other side of the country from my Hawaii home) and so near – because pretty much every one I knew at the time was connected with the nearby college and who’s to say that something so tragic couldn’t happen anywhere, anytime, even at a tiny university on the North Shore of Oahu?
Manchild was born the next day.
It has never bothered me to bring children into this world, however, such as it is. It is a scary proposition, yes. It is terrifying to think of the many ways my heart could be broken (or I could break theirs). But I like to believe that somehow I will be able to add to the goodness of the world by bringing children into it.
And that, I suppose, is how I can keep myself from going all sorts of crazy trying to anticipate all the bad things that could happen: by focusing on the good, and how my family and I can add to it.