I was tucking my oldest son into bed when the question came.
“Mom, have you ever wanted to go to bed and not wake up?”
He was in fifth grade.
“The world is scary,” he continued. He told me he was worried about hurricanes, school shootings, wild fires, our then-president, who every day seemed like he was trying to make things worse. “It doesn’t feel like it’s getting any better.”
These moments never come when you’re ready for them.
“It feels that way sometimes,” I told him, trying to respond simply and from ...
