The start of a new generation doesn't start with a certificate saying you are generation x, y, or z. It's subtle. It's gradual, and even though you may know who is apart of generation, you don't know what it is made of. Every generation has tragedies, war, hate, but there is also love, hope, peace, and life. It may seem to us the world is worse than what it was, But there are more people in this world and as a result more trouble. But what we are facing is proportionate to the amount of souls this world hosts. Our grandparents went through WWII, food shortages, the holocaust, but they also experienced love to create our parents, they saw America become a superpower, and they had faith. Our parents have gone through Vietnam, destruction of countries, the cold war, market crashes, recessions, race wars, but they also had love to create us, they saw the birth of the Internet, cell phones, peace with Russia, and racial equality. We have 9/11, war, school shootings, and recession, but we, like all the other generations, have love. I watch my child sleeping and I have love, and hope. We were raised with the Internet, we created better cars, we were raised with equal rights for races and sexes, we have seen true horrors, but so have the other generations. Am I afraid for my son? Of course, but I will do my best to prepare him for his life, his generation, and what awaits them, but I will also love him, and pray for him and know that he will be alright. I hope he will spread the joy, and love the people before him have, and I hope he can find a silver lining no matter what happens.
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I was born in 1984, 1 sister, 2 brothers. Met my husband when I was in elementary school. We went to the same church and school, we were friends til college then we fell in love :). Married on 2009, had our first child 2011. Live in Milan, Mi and live a small town life. I've worked with horses for over 16 years, rehabilitating abused horses and giving riding lessons. Now I work at a funeral home part time while I raise my son.
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