We here in the developed world worry, I am absolutely at fault for this. I worry that maybe Otto doesn't have enough stimulating toys, isn't getting enough to eat, doesn't have enough of anything that he should, but over the last few days as my mind has gone backwards through my life, it has dawned on me that worries such as these are the curse of a wealthy nation.
I have lived in South Africa and traveled throughout the area, I volunteered in squatter camps of people displaced by civil unrest and torture. I have carried and fed their babies, helped them to paint and draw for the first time, seen joy on their faces as I gave them a banana,
watched them make toys out of the simplest roadside items.
These children are lovely, smart, exuberant, resilient and cherished, they have all different personalities that are embraced by a culture of acceptance even through the toughest times. Their parents also have worries, where the next meal will come from, if it rains tonight will the house survive, where will the next paycheck come from.
It kind of puts my worries and grievances in perspective. Does Otto eat enough, have enough toys, enough love? He has Han and I, a roof and three meals a day. He is exhausting, independent, lives life fiercely and wholly, maybe instead of sometimes feeling exasperated by the small things, it is time for me to give thanks and realise that my life, no matter how hard it seems sometimes is a wonderful amazing gift.