Parents: Teaching Safety In An Unsafe Time…


Parents: Teaching Safety In An Unsafe Time



“A wise teacher teaches through approach, not avoidance. He doesn’t emphasize what you must learn to escape from harm but what you must learn to have joy.” -ACIM

Two days ago my twelve year old daughter jumped off the bus to tell me her bus driver told her three kids had been hit by a bus that morning, so to be careful.

The same day my son sent me a text from school saying that the school shooter threat that the police said was unfounded, had everyone in school in a frenzy and everyone was leaving. The vibe was bad, and scary he said.

This morning I saw that yet again, a child waiting at the bus stop, in the dark, a county over from me, was hit by a car in a hit and run accident. He was seven. Not one person on the thread I saw sent condolences for his family. Not one.

I don’t know if his mother was sleeping in, was out snorting meth, but my guess is, she was probably at school, at work, or tending to something necessary to be tended to in which she wasn’t joyous about but was forced to send her seven year old son off in the dark alone to catch the bus in time for school. Everyone’s resounding question was, “Why was the kid alone at a bus stop at the age of seven?” I’m not saying it’s not a valid question but the fact is, the answer doesn’t matter. A mothers seven year old son, is dead but people are more prepared to blame her, than to love her.

There’s free range parents and helicopter parents and neither can ensure the kind of safety we’d hope for our children but one kind does leave a bit of breathing room to prepare for life rather than spending a life, in avoidance of death.

I’ve bounced back from a lot of wounding but burying one of my children isn’t one I’m sure I’d be able to stand again after, but I also bore children to watch them live; that’s why it’s painful to think of their death.

If I don’t let them live in avoidance of death, they will never know the fullness of being truly alive. The media, the administration, the teachers and admittedly, sometimes I, focus on avoiding death rather than promoting life living practices in the interim.



I’m not intending to be naive here. I’m aware the world is in a state where we want to protect our children from school shooters and dickheads that flee the scene after harming an innocent child, where we appoint judges to jail people, seat belts to save people, and metal detectors to protect people, but none of these will ever be enough to keep us all safe.

Safety is a spiritual property. Not to get all fluff, but those of us who’ve experienced higher states of consciousness understand how safe we really are. Death doesn’t scare us, it’s leaving our loved ones who don’t yet trust in their own safety, that does.

This world is the dream. It’s the impermanent and we’ll never be able to safeguard it enough to ensure everyone’s safety on it. The closest we can get to feeling the safety on it that we long for our own children is to be safe, for it.

When we approach the world as if we are safe for it, we stop projecting blame to those who don’t ensure our safety in it. We become our own heroine.

If all we can do is approach life, fully, face on, find our joy while we’re alive, teaching our children to awaken from the dream of un-safety, we have gifted the world with life rather than contributing to the death paradigm most people spend their lives imprisoned to, never learning to truly live.

Death is inevitable. Life is obvious, but being truly alive is optional, not inevitable.

Parent’s teach your children well. Their greatest asset isn’t living in a safe world, but “being” safety for it while we’re in it and that transference of feeling, starts with us. The world isn’t safe, but we…are, and that…is enough.



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