There is no way that the sight and sound of my son wouldn’t trigger the pain of knowing that a six-year-old child and his three-year-old brother were not given the opportunity to develop and grow. If I could upload a picture of our student, taken the day before the tragic event, I would. It would break anyone’s heart.
But, it is my son that carries the key to my emotional future. And here, as I look at this picture, I am reminded of how contemplative he is. How much do I know about what is going on in his head? The price of self-absorption is my child’s chance to develop and grow to his or her potential. How much of my work robs us of our relationship?