How the W's Do it

It is Monday. Our oldest son says he isn’t a fan of Mondays. Every Monday morning, I sit with him at the bus stop while he tells me why. I don’t try to change his mind—only to challenge how he approaches the day. We talk about Mondays as a chance to set the tone for the week, to choose an intention, to work toward something bigger. I’m not sure it’s working, but I don’t give up easily. This morning felt different. Over the weekend, I held my kids a little longer. I took deep breaths as I hugged them goodnight, trying to freeze this moment of who they are right now. Their childhood is unfolding in a world filled with division, hate, violence, and distorted truth. They can watch something factual and, moments later, hear something completely false. What do they do with that? What are we, as parents, supposed to do? Lately, it feels like the weight of the world is on our shoulders. We’re expected to stand up, speak out, show love, protest, seek truth—while also raising and protecting our ...