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These Days

Saturday, April 28, 2007

Youngest son, S...wandering.

When will there be leaves on the trees again, mum? my older son asked me while driving in the car today? Very soon, I reply, but wonder the same myself. The desolate cold and damp is making me cranky. I need warmth and spring flowers. But then when that comes I will curse it for making me want to avoid my work.

Where does water come from? He quickly asks before I could pity myself much longer about our terrible weather. As I start to explain clouds and rain droplets, he interrupts Oh, I know that, but I mean the water that we can drink; how does it get from the rivers and lakes to our taps and to bottles in the stores? I explain about water purification which quickly segues into an explanation of the fact that many people in other parts of the world don't have access to water, much less clean water.

The world is not fair, mum. He says after pausing. If everyone sent the people who didn't have food and water something, then it would be fair...


I'm working on it, J.

This entry was posted on Saturday, April 28, 2007 at 9:10 PM. You can skip to the end and leave a response.

  1. Blogger blackcrag said:
    9:44 PM  

    A future activist there. Does he have poster of David Susuki on his bedroom walls?

    (I have been paying attention to your homework. Well done.)

    Have a good weekend, Cathy.

  1. Blogger Trundling Grunt said:
    10:54 PM  

    Ouch - still grotty and grey up there? Ouch.

    We've got leaves on some of the trees but those that had leaves when the snow/frost returned have been pretty blasted and I don't know how some will recover.

  1. Blogger Maryam in Marrakesh said:
    4:39 AM  

    How lovely, his natural compassion.

  1. Blogger Devil Mood said:
    11:54 AM  

    With a mother like you he'll grow up with a huge sense of ...of what? Of wanting to do what's right and fair.
    And the once-he-was-a-Babe is so cute in that picture!
    I wish I could send some leaves to you, you could glue them in your trees, perhaps...;)

  1. Blogger Heidi said:
    7:31 PM  

    I just want to give him a hug!

  1. Anonymous Anonymous said:
    8:28 PM  

    So kind and thoughtful is he. Way to go on a great kid. :)

  1. Blogger Rositta said:
    9:46 PM  

    I hope you can keep my like that for a while longer. Hopefully he wont turn into a cynic, the world in not a fair place, never has been and probably never will, very sad that...ciao

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