The lucky ones
How do I keep my children sensitive to the plight of the poor?
Living as expats in Delhi, India, we are accosted by severe poverty every single day. The drive to my daughters’ elementary school takes us past a small slum. During our 7 a.m. commute, children squat by the side of the busy road, defecating. My girls don’t blink. This is daily life for them. As an adult, I am less immune to the destitution. Every morning, it hits me like a fresh slap in the face. I have to wonder: With poverty so pervasive, how do I keep my children sensitive to the plight of the less fortunate? How do I make them thankful for what they have?