My number 1 concern every time I drop my son at school is the same.
Will they treat him fairly? Will they be nice to him?
I pride myself on raising a very capable and independent human.
Yet, I constantly worry about people being being nice to him when I’m not there.
This my irrational obsession is not completely useless however.
It has given me insight into why I need to be nicer to people.
I think I need to be nice to people because God cares about people.
Every knucklehead walking this planet is – alas – God’s child.
God’s creation.
Whether I like it or not, God cares about all his knuckleheads.
In the same way that I care about how my son is treated, God also cares about how his knuckleheads are being treated.
It is for this reason that I now see reason to always be kind.
It feels like a weird kind of karma.
When I am kind to people, it helps me to believe that people can be kind.
And if I believe that people can be kind, then I can believe that my son is being treated kindly.
None of this makes sense in a strict logical sense but it all adds up in its own weird little way
