I ran across this and thought it was very touching:
http://www.chron.com/channel/momhouston/commons/suburbangoddess.html?plckController=Blog&plckScript=blogScript&plckElementId=blogDest&plckBlogPage=BlogViewPost&plckPostId=Blog%3a91aa556c-84ff-49e8-8d63-02b331e071fbPost%3a8e77e438-34d8-47f9-949e-c2e3d9f4d2bdThe year of death continues to take it's toll on my kid.
I was sitting in front of the computer reading the news on the Gulf Coast Oil Spill; I have a vested interest since so much of my family makes a living on the Gulf. But the images that truly disurbed me were the amazing photographs from AP photographer Charlie Riedel. His capture of the coastal birds covered in oil, their eyes glazed over with a sickly white haze, is enough to make anyone ill.
As my eyes welled up with tears, Alex noticed.
"Mommy, what's wrong with that bird?"
"It's covered in oil."
"Why is it covered in oil?"
"Because there was a big accident of the coast, close to where Gee and Grandpa live, and the oil is coming out of the ground and pouring into the ocean."
"Why don't they just stop the oil?"
Why, indeed?
She was quiet for a few moments, climbing into my lap as I tried to explain to her what was happening. I know it's all too big for a five-year old to comprehend, but I believe that if we foster a love of the earth in our children at a younger age, then we might have a fighting chance of saving this before we make a bigger mess of it. She looked at me with trepidition:
"Is that bird going to die?"
"I don't know."
"Are other animals going to die?"
"Yes, baby. But there are lots of good people out there who are doing their best to save them."
"Can we go help?"
My heart soared at that statement... I felt as if I'd done something right as a mother for once; she saw outside of her toddler world and displayed empathy.
As she gets older, the questions are getting harder. Since that evening, she's asked me every day, "Did that bird die?"
"I don't know, Alex."
"If it didn't, can we keep it?"
I smile. What else can I do?