I am not going to lie to you son,
the world is in rough shape
and there are many conflicts that I cannot explain or fathom. I would like to be able to say that I will shield you from all the indecencies of it all, but truth has always been a constant of my nature.
I would like to say I could melt away all the injustices, but again, deception is not the answer.
However, my dearest unborn son,
I can tell you this: Although darkness resonates, there are still glorious patches of sunlight that we must explore. It will be up to you to seek that light and revel in its beauty, for you must never forget that it does exist.
I only hope that you learn to find the rays amid the mist
and faith within the blackened sea.
I can only expose you to people who love, tolerate, encourage and believe in those tracts of hope that you will walk upon.
I can only show you peaceful rivers, majestic mountains, fields of sunflowers, and calm skies as reminders that beauty does, indeed, prevail.
I can only teach you to be kind, respectful, empathetic, and faithful.
I can only do my best to magnify the good. To relish the importance of a handshake, a shared meal, a quest towards peace, a stranger’s act of charity.
I can only hold your hand and guide you to the rays of a sunrise—where we will someday sit and gaze at the overwhelming beauty of it all, and I will be reassured as sprinkles of light dance among your forehead.