This is a question I’ve asked myself a million times since I found out we were expecting. To be fair, it’s one that I asked myself long before I even had a child. Typically, it was in conversation, and just a ‘side note’. Now, it’s a very real question that I ask myself anytime I read the news.
This morning I woke up to the news that North Korea, yet again, has threatened to respond to the US & S. Korea’s military exercises with extreme force. They’ve put their missiles on standby, and claimed to target U.S. bases in Hawaii, Guam, and have been quoted as including the U.S. mainland in that threat. Now, anyone who’s been around for a while knows that this is a yearly situation we deal with often. Every year, the U.S. And S. Korea conduct their military maneuvers as a show of their alliance and combined military force. In response, the North responds with threats and statements of annihilation. Typical, I know, but these threats hold a lot more weight when I consider that in just a few months, my child will be a part of this world.
A couple of days ago, I read an article on Babycenter.com about 7 fears that fathers have going into parenthood. (A topic I will probably blog about soon) One of the fears they point out is mortality, and while I hadn’t really thought about it much, with today’s news, it is on my mind more than ever. The fear that before my child even arrives, the world could spiral into the next world war. Before she even takes her first breath, it’s totally plausible that I may take my last. Now, these are very fleeting thoughts that have come and gone as quickly as any other, but they just seem to be more ‘real’ when a baby is now in play.
I wish that my own feelings about war, love, peace, and happiness were universal. I wish that the leaders of these nations could simply sit down, talk about what’s really the issue at hand, and sort it out. In the end, we’re all human. We all breathe, bleed, and die just the same. We leave behind mothers, fathers, daughters, and friends. When we are taking our lasts breath’s, we will all ponder the moments of love and happiness, not war, famine and pain. At the end of the day, and our lives, we’re all the same. Why can’t we live that way? Why can’t we secure a future free of hate for those who will come after us? Why can’t we, even if not for ourselves but for our children, just work this shit out?
I’ll never know the answer to that question, but I can only hope that I have the chance to teach my daughter what life is really about. That love is the root of happiness. Not money, not cars or houses or material things, but love of and for, another human being. I’ll tell her about how it wasn’t until I met her mother, and then even moreso when I found out that she was conceived, that I realized that love is exactly what life is about. One day I’ll blog about ‘The Secret’ and how I hope to instill it into my child, but for now, I just hope we’re all around long enough to see our babies grow.
How do you feel about today’s news? Do you have the same fears for your children, whether you have them right now or not? I’d love some feedback on this topic as it’s been heavy on my mind today.