–Kind words counter the world’s cruelties.–
Quiet is a rare luxury at our house. If not the cows or dogs or pumps, I can usually count on my children to fill my quiet moments. But not all noise is unpleasant.
One day Hyrum (2) said sternly to his big brother Brian (14), “Brian, don’t keel anyone. OK? Because it’s dangerous.”
He was dead serious, as if in grown-up conversation. It was apparent that the word kill had only a vague meaning to him. It didn’t equate to the loss of life, but related more closely to roughhousing or child’s play, as in “Bang! Bang! You’re dead!” Continue reading