The Boy had a bad dream the other night. He dreamt that his Dad was off for five months fighting in a war. He woke up crying.
When he told me about it, I comforted him by telling him Dad was away at work, at a conference. He knew that he was working, but the dream felt very real. I joked a bit with him, telling him his Daddy was way too old, that the army wouldn't want him anyway.
I didn't tell him the sad truth that there are kids for whom that bad dream is actually a reality.
I always hoped and assumed that when I had kids, they would grow up in a world without war. After all, during my childhood, I certainly thought of war as something distinctly in the past. I knew that my mother had been affected as a child in China and my great-uncle had been an esteemed General; we had school assemblies to acknowledge Remembrance Day, we wrote poems, we learned about all about the World Wars...in the distant past.
But now we are in an age of war. Remembrance Day is not only about remembering the men and women and their sacrifices in history, but also those who have lost their lives trying to keep the peace just months, weeks ... even days ago.
Today, we will remember. We will be proud of the brave soldiers, like my kids' grandpa. Who risked their lives, and continue to do so, to keep our world safe and free. It's the least we can do.
This just in, my girlfriend the lovely C, has been on bedrest for weeks with her first pregnancy, and is now going into Labour and Delivery with her baby at just 28 weeks. Please keep her in your thoughts and send good wishes her way....
Edited to add: C had a baby girl!!!!!