As a girl who grew up in deep poverty in the South Bronx where crack was plentiful and milk was not, I learned a thing or two abut resilience and endurance along the way. There are many out there today who are struggling to persevere and rise up against their challenging circumstances. Sadly, these struggles seem to be ubiquitous and never-ending.
I grew up in these struggles but hopefully my son will not. I can provide a good home and schooling for him where he won’t go hungry or without a warm blanket at night. Yet, my son cannot, in my opinion, grow up thinking life is peachy. He has to know about the struggles and have sympathy and a desire to help his fellow human. Those are the values I want to instill in him. so far, so good supposedly. His teaches uniformly note that he has a good heart and always welcomes the new kids to class and goes out of his way to help younger kids adjust. so what he still gets his “B” and “D”s mixed up? He has a good heart.
Part of his life schooling has been taking him on trips with me around the world. He has come with me on business trips where he can see his empowered mother perform and on countless vacations where he has learned to interact with individuals from different cultures. He doesn’t really see “color” yet or differences. We have given him a camera on trips and let him explore.
In Panama, he “discovered” the old city where we told him of the history of Panama and of its people. He is too young to fully understand the implications of everything we told him. However, he understands there was a history there and that people had lived there and had their city destroyed by outsiders.
He also understands that from those remains has risen a new powerful city that still honors its old heritage.
He still has lots to learn but I do enjoy teaching him and guiding him as he navigates the world. The idea is to build multiple lens upon which to view the world.