Opening That Window To The World

One day this summer, my boys rediscovered the sprinkler in their grandma’s garden. I walked into the backyard to find them sopping wet, grinning from ear to ear. Even over their whooping and hollering, I could hear water sloshing in their rain boots.

It was a beautiful afternoon, unseasonably cool for the end of July, so I sat down on a nearby lawn chair and plopped the baby onto my lap. Together we watched his older brothers race back and forth through the spray.



The whole scene was just about a cliché of summer: the grass and trees were a beautiful, lush green; the children played happily under the warm late-day sun; the water droplets glowed gold as they fell through the air. At one point I laid the baby down so I could pull boots and soaking-wet socks off his brothers’ feet. The baby lay there in the grass and stared up at the leaves and the sky. It was positively idyllic.


An hour later we were back inside the house with the television turned to the evening news. The program opened with a report on the fighting in Gaza: footage of destroyed buildings, mostly. My four-year-old, who normally begs me to change the channel on the rare occasions that I turn on televised news, was captivated. He wanted to understand what was going on.

I tried to explain, as gently as possible, about fighting in another part of the world, which breaks buildings and hurts people. But soon enough footage of crying, injured children popped onto the screen and I scrambled to the remote to change the channel as quickly as I could. I didn’t want those images stuck in my boys’ minds.

My boys are still small – just four and almost-three – so they understand little of how the world is organized, let alone its potential for conflict. We’ve taught them their town and they know the name of our state, even if they don’t understand what a state is. They recognize the American flag, but probably wouldn’t be able to tell you what country we live in. In fact, they’d probably say something like, “Merican Fwag!”

They know we’re Catholic, though that probably doesn’t mean much more to them than that we attend church on Sundays, where we have to be really quiet because we’re there to pray to God and thank him for the good things in our lives. They have no inkling that many worship God in other ways, that others don’t worship Him at all, and that some people use God as an excuse to hurt one another.

We’ve talked about death. Indeed, the concept has so intrigued my four-year-old that he routinely asks, “If I do diss, could I die?” (Doing “diss” can apply to any number of daring/stupid things, such as jumping off the third-floor landing.) If you mention Jesus to him, the first (and probably only) thing he’ll say about Him is, “Jesus died on da sign of da cwoss!”

I think it’s important for all people to be aware of major events happening in other parts of the world. I think it’s important to be empathetic towards those who suffer and to be engaged in trying to alleviate suffering. I think it’s important to make your voice heard on issues of consequence.

I want to raise my children to do all of these things.

I want my children to pay attention to the news, to think critically about the information they’re given, to care about those who hurt, to pray and act towards just resolutions.

But right now they’re little, and at least one of them is very sensitive to all things scary. (Seriously, he has on more than one occasion been brought to tears because “Dat bad man!” stole Elmo’s blankie in a silly little Sesame Street movie.) Right now their nightmares center on monsters and shadows and “sary wobots.” I’d like to keep it that way as long as possible.

So how do I begin to break it to them that so many people around the world don’t enjoy the comfort and security we do? How do I make others’ experiences seem relevant to our lives? How do I inform them without scaring them?

I don’t really know. So far, they listen to NPR with me, though I’m sure they don’t pay attention to or understand most of what they hear. When they ask questions, I answer them. And on the rare occasions that I notice relevant, teachable moments in the daily experiences of preschoolers, I try to take advantage of them. Maybe I’ll try to watch televised news with them more often, but only if I’m prepared to make that scramble for the remote.

More experienced parents (and more thoughtful people, parents and non-parents alike), I’d love to hear from you: How much of the world’s suffering do you let into your children’s lives? At what age do you start? How do you inform your children about conflict, war, terrorism, and other scary things without making them feel unsafe? Does there come an age when “feeling safe” is no longer your goal?

I would love to hear from you! Please share your experience/insight/expertise/best guess in the comments. I could use them! Many thanks in advance.

4 thoughts on “Opening That Window To The World

  1. Such great questions. I don’t know how to do this either. We talk about death, and we talk about evil. We talk about crime. Those are things I cannot protect my children from. I think that talking about those things naturally leads over to the other things as they get older. We have also started talking about how in some parts of the world people have less money, fewer possessions, less access to medical care. Those are questions that sometimes come out of our adoption conversations. We do actually talk about war. We have gone to Fort McHenry and to Gettysburg and we have toy soldiers from my husband’s childhood, so they know that war happens and that we don’t like it, but that sometimes that’s how countries resolve their differences. We haven’t talked about terrorism or 9/11. I almost talked about 9/11 with our older son this year, but I decided not to. But I would like him to hear about it from me before he hears about it at school. GREAT questions, and lots to think about. I don’t have any answers. We address things as they come up, and sometimes I see a teachable moment and lead us down a path. And sometimes that goes well and sometimes it doesn’t. 🙂

  2. We stumbled on a workable solution completely by accident, when Hope was about 3-years-old (Grant was still only a baby). Even at that age she was a deep and spiritual thinker, who asked deep and spiritual questions, and that certainly helped. Maybe girls mature more quickly in that way? Anyway, she participated with me in some of my ministry activities, and it naturally led to conversations about who we were serving, and why, but it eased the feeling of helplessness because she saw that we actually were doing something about the problem. We wrote letters and sent packages to our Compassion sponsored kids and learned about their countries. And we picked up, drove, delivered, and handed out truckloads of food each week to our neighbors who were hungry (FANTASTIC program out of Annapolis called FoodLink). They were small steps, but she learned that there is suffering at home and abroad and she learned that we can and should do something about it. Just my two cents.

  3. Julie this is something very close to my heart, in fact I wrote about something similar the other day, mostly in relation to myself, less than my children.
    But here are my two thoughts.
    First, I believe, wholeheartedly, that children are entitled to innocence. Not all children have that. Most don’t. But I work really hard to let mine have that. I don’t give them unnecessary information on world news, sexuality, political drama, or adult business. They learn so much in the midst of family life, play time, and church.
    But secondly, what I’ve seen with my older three is that they reach milestones of maturity where issues are naturally introduced, without pushing, somewhere around the age of reason. They can then understand elements of humanity that won’t shock or scandalize them, even if they do make them sad, because they have had a strong foundation of trust, innocence, and loving human interaction behind them.
    So, you are the mother of these boys. Trust your instincts! But since you asked, this is how these issues are handled in our family. There is plenty of time to face the seriousness of the world. We only get to be innocent for so long.

  4. OK sorry! Also! All that being said, I LOVE your question about whether “being safe” is still a goal!
    I had a very intense conversation with my oldest daughter about this on 9/11. We talked about what happened, she already knew quite a bit about current persecution around the world, etc. And this came up. We had a frank discussion that we can’t always trust the media or the government or the safety of our country, but that our hope is not in these things! To raise up fearless young people, I feel a strong responsibility to guide them to the realization that *our hope is in the Lord*. As Christians, we shouldn’t fear suffering or death, we should expect it. Jesus told us so! He didn’t promise us that we’d be safe. So, gently, through time, I would say that no, feeling safe is not the goal. Perseverance, fortitude, holiness, righteousness, hope…that’s the goal.

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