First Person

Parenting on a planet in pain

How do I teach my children to care for an ailing world?

As I pull the car out of the driveway, I notice something dark flutter out of the corner of my eye. It’s the wings of a sparrow on the edge of the windshield, perched on the wiper, trying to keep its balance as the car lurches onto the road. I pull over in front of the neighbors’ house just as their seven-year-old pulls up on her scooter.

“It’s a bird! It’s a bird!” she’s shouting at me as I scramble out of the car.

“I know!” I call back. “It must be hurt.”