“Mom? Can we give this toy to some other kid who needs it?”
I looked up proudly, thinking that my daughter had learned the lesson that I have been trying to instill in my kids since their birth; that they are lucky to be born into our family, in our town, in one of the freest countries in the world.
“That’s really sweet. Of course we can.”
“And can you buy me an Elsa doll instead?”
[Cue trombones sounding “Parenting Fail”]
I struggle virtually every day to figure out ways to keep my children grounded and teach them that their coins fell on the side of fortune when their spirits were assigned to us as babies. I tell them frequently about other people in the world whose coins flipped to the side of a much different destiny, but as much as I tell them, it is just a story; impossibly intangible for little brains that have seen nothing other than privilege. They see the pictures of other children on TV, and for a brief moment, they feel sad for these children, but the feeling of sadness passes quickly because to them, these kids are nothing more than digital images on a screen.