The evening had started off normally enough. My son Hunter was home from school and had finished his homework. We made dinner together and chatted about our day sitting at the kitchen table. Later on, we made our way into the living room and cuddled together on the couch, watching the evening news. As the challenging events of today’s world played out before us, I noticed Hunter had gotten very serious and quiet—which was a bit unlike him. Normally, my son is very chipper and conversational during our tv watching, but something about the endless wars, political strife, and economic uncertainty of our nation had clearly gotten to him. I am not a man of many words by nature, but I started feeling as if I should say something to make sure my boy was okay. There were probably a million things I could have said, but instead I kissed him lovingly on the top of his head and held him even tighter to me. Finally, Hunter looked up.
