The past few days have been filled with unimaginable horror, but also, strangely unimaginable kindness.
Do you like me, fear for the future of our children?
Do you watch events unfold like those on the weekend in Paris and feel cold at the thought of what kind of world we are giving them?
Do you think back to the worries of our childhood, the fears of nuclear war and Sadaam Hussein, worries over the hole in the Ozone layer and the Soviet Union’s nuclear buildup and remember it as a simpler time?
I wistfully think of it as a time before innocent people attending a concert or having a meal are shot in cold blood. A time before sports fans attending a concert are blown up by suicide bombers, before horrors that we cannot predict unfold on our streets.
It's how I often think about life now and life then. Yet one sentence from my son on the weekend changed that way of thinking.
On Saturday my children sat beside me and watched the shocking attacks unfold in Paris. I don’t choose to shield my children from events like this, instead I explain it to them in the best way I can and we talk about them together.