“Why, people ask, would your daughter have had a child at a time like this? Those people, if only they knew it, are part of the problem. The antidote to despair is optimism, and nothing gives us more optimism than new, pristine life,” writes Michael Coren.
“Why, people ask, would your daughter have had a child at a time like this? Those people, if only they knew it, are part of the problem. The antidote to despair is optimism, and nothing gives us more optimism than new, pristine life,” writes Michael Coren.
Michael Coren is a ɫɫ-based writer and contributing columnist to the Star’s Opinion section. Follow him on Twitter: .
The world just became a bigger, more gorgeous and much more exciting place; because our granddaughter was born. At a time so cruelly volatile and dangerous, in a culture increasingly unforgiving and judgmental, a small example of purity and hope has joined humanity.
Why, people ask, would your daughter have had a child at a time like this? Those people, if only they knew it, are part of the problem. The antidote to despair is optimism, and nothing gives us more optimism than new, pristine life.
The mother of the child is our daughter Lucy, and back in 2018 . Among other things, I recalled how when she was 4 years old, I took her to see “The Nutcracker” at Christmas in ɫɫ.
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There she was, in her party dress, all smiles and anticipation, sitting on her booster seat and leaning in as if magnetized to the ballet, its music, and its glory. Then the music ended, the audience applauded, and we left. At which point she began to cry. The tears bisected her miniature cheeks, and she was nothing but weeping and sorrow, and it was as if my life was collapsing before me.
Why Lucy, why? She had seemed so exquisitely happy. “Because,” she said, in between gulps for air, “because it’s stopped and it’s finished” — more agonizing gulps — “and I don’t want the magic to be over. I don’t want the magic to end.”
Now it was my turn to feel tearful. But I managed to hide my tears and reply: “Darling, I promise you, I promise you with all that I have, the magic will never end.”
What a promise that was, what a grand and great commitment that surely couldn’t be fulfilled. How dare I say such a thing? But as I’ve aged, seen our four children mature, and seen them become adults themselves and take their places as good, kind, and productive members of society, I’m convinced that the magic, while perhaps not of music and dancing and fantasy, is as strong as ever.
Because that magic is love. An authentic, all-consuming love that binds us together, enabling us to put others first, and to turn dreams into reality, and aspirations into achievements. Love may be a term that is overused, misunderstood, even exploited but that doesn’t change its true, sparkling nature.
For me as an Anglican priest it informs, it has to inform, all that I do and all that I am. When I was ordained, I took an oath “to serve all people, particularly the poor, the weak, the sick, and the lonely.” That calling is a joy and a privilege but I can’t pretend that it’s always easy, and at times it’s frustrating and even dangerous. It’s love that sustains me. In my case, love of Jesus Christ, who taught that his followers should be known to the world by this very quality. God in heaven, if only that were always the case!
But love as a father and grandfather too. A love that delights in every word, every step, every smile. A love that makes me a better, brighter person. The immaculate symbiosis of love. Because of that I will hold my granddaughter in my arms and whisper in her ear some of the things I said to her mum so many years ago.
“My darling granddaughter. I’m 66-years-old now and I will only be here for a part of your life, but my love will be with you forever. I know that your life will be extraordinary because your parents will be your guides and guards. Please know that this foolish, flawed, inadequate man can promise you that you are loved by so many people, so deeply, and that because of that love the magic will never end. I give you my word my darling, the magic will never end.”
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