I recently took the time to watch the painful documentary on PBS about the 1918 Spanish Flu Pandemic. It was sobering. There were so many similarities to that pandemic and our current, Covid-19 crisis, but, fortunately, there were many dissimilarities as well. In 1918, folks feared that we were on the verge of the extinction of the human race. They didn’t have the medical or scientific knowledge or ability, as we do, to fully understand the virus or how to deal with it.
I’ve had a few different jobs over the years, but none more important or as rewarding as raising my children. Once I became a parent, and my children went through the different stages of childhood, my empathy for kids in general grew immensely. God gives us just a glimpse into his fierce love for us when we become parents. I am very thankful for the family I grew up in, and for the privilege of being a mom. I’ve also become increasingly aware that too many children have a very different story than mine.