Thursday, March 25, 2010
Liam is an English speaker now - just amazes me, this little guy who was just a cuddle of an armful a year ago, the barest beginning of a person, understnads so much of what we say now, and talks back to us. The sweetest new feat of receptive language is his entusiastic response to "Liam, can you dance?" He does a darling jig - also spins and claps and gives five when asked. He, and all my other grand children, make me even more concerned about the state of our country in terms of polarization and ugly comments and death threats, thrown bricks, cut phone lines, in response to health care legislation. I personally have great hopes for health care improvement, but that isn't the issue that disturbs me. People can have doubts, disagree, argue, protest - but the violence, the hateful feeling, freaks me out. This isn't the climate I want for my dancing boy and his laughing cousin.