When My Children Tell Me, “That’s Not Fair!”

Sometimes my kids, they yell at me and furrow their brow and cry. You know, because it’s not fair.

It’s not fair that they have to clean their whole entire room before they watch a movie. Or that they have to eat every last green pea on their plate before they get dessert.

And sometimes, I look them in their sparkly blue eyes and I say,

“Yes. You’re right. It’s not fair.

It’s not fair that you get a whole big plate of food while some other kid today is looking for some scraps in the trash.

It’s not fair that you get some warm covers and another kid gets a piece of pavement.

It’s not fair that you get a momma and a daddy to take care of you and some kids don’t get anyone.

It’s terribly unfair.”

Then they get all quiet and just stare at me and I don’t know if it’s making any difference. But I plan to keep a little bit of the broken world before them anyways.

Not to make them feel bad or guilty or helpless. But, so that their hearts will grow out wide and stretch far, hopefully much, much farther than my own.

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