I think about the world I am raising a child in, that we all are, every once in a while, but especially after the sad events in Boston yesterday. I felt so far away, so defeated, so sad. If this is what the world is like when my son is small, what is he going to have to see when he’s 30? How can I raise him in a world where there is such hate and sadness. I have to hope that we can all just hold on to each other, and in the end, that only kindness matters.