Greyson has an email we set up for him. We send photos or messages to him often. After an especially fun day or a hard one. We document so that he might have a repository of anecdotes, photos, and other goodies to explore when he's older. I'm trying to be more mindful to write to him, and these past few days have prompted me to writing, and it was only through writing to him that I could begin to put my feelings into words.
I should write to you more here. In the busy everyday sometimes I forget. I am with you almost always...we practice the alphabet and sight words. You're doing so well learning to read. Those are the things that fill our days and nights, but there is so much outside our home. So many things swirling in the world right now that I know will have an effect on you well into the future.
The last few days have been hard because some scary things have happened around the world. The city of Paris was attacked by terrorists. People who want to kill and damage as much as possible. Are their grievances warranted? Yes. The taking of lives is never permissible, but have these people been hurt? Yes. As much as we like to think of America and the west as somehow more civil or "ahead" of the rest of the world, terrible things are done to those all over the world for gain.
In times like these, though, even some people who are supposed to be compassionate...who are Christians like us, ...seem to lose their minds. They get angry and their anger and fear affect their decisions. There are millions of people trying to leave Syria to live elsewhere to escape terrorism and dreadful living conditions. To live, hopefully, better lives. To find sanctuary. Because of the attacks on Paris, a number of officials want to shut the borders of Texas and other states to keep the Syrian refugees out even though our President wants to help these refugees who are in danger.
This breaks my heart because I know, and I will always teach you, that just because someone is different: a different religion, a different race, a different gender. Even if it's the little things like dressing, speaking, or behaving differently from you, we are all human. We have more in common than we have differences.
I believe we should be kind to all people and accommodating to help those who are in need. Some people feel that by letting these refugees into our country we're putting ourselves in more danger of terrorism. But terrorists will go where they wish...with an open door or without. I would rather be compassionate and a good helper, as I've always told you to be, than live in fear of what might happen to me. I would rather take the chance that something bad might happen than be hateful or turn a blind eye to someone's need.
Even though it's scary sometimes, I choose to speak up for what I believe, Greyson, and this is the hardest thing of all. Not all of our family agrees with us. Not all of our church families do either. They would rather close the door than help because they think that all of these people are terrorists. That a "kind" of people are dangerous. I speak fiercely for you. I hope I can trust the compassion and logic inside me to say the right things. My feelings may fall on deaf ears, but I don't have to regret not trying.
I hope you are always mindful to be kind, to help, and to be empathetic.Think through all the possibilities in a situation, because the decisions we make are not always easy. They are not always clear. They are almost never black and white, but filled with shades of gray that make things complicated. But that's just the way life is. Do your best to be compassionate, always, and to put yourself in the place of others to understand them better.