There is something that stopped me in my tracks the other day and I've been contemplating it ever since. One of my kids informed me that he was "starving, mom." And I started to admonish him that he doesn't know what it means to be starving and then I stopped. The truth is, he may actually know - it's me that doesn't. It broke my heart.
There are children all over the world that are starving every day - at least one of my sons (and possibly both of the olders ones at some point) know what that means. It doesn't matter if they remember it or not, the fact is that it's part of their life story. So no, I won't, I can't tell them that they don't know or understand - those words are for me and my privileged life.
My eyes were opened a little more.