It has provoked discussions with my kids about all kinds of issues - most notably depression and suicide. At one point last night I passionately said something like, "You are young, you have a nice life, you have not suffered any real major losses or lived through anything horrifying, so I will grant you a pass at your broad judgments and hope you never have to live through anything that takes you down at your knees."
I could have gone all table thumping, yelling, and righteous, but it wouldn't teach anything.
I think the tears in my eyes were enough.
I "knew more" than they do at their ages. There were a few more stumbling blocks I had to overcome. In no way do I wish them that.
It is lovely that innocence is still a part of my kids lives.
And so yes, I try to be mindful. I try to be present. I am really very non judgmental (those skeletons lurk very close to the front of my closet).
I need to think about the future so I have something to shoot for. I need to remember the past so I don't always keep making the same mistakes. And when I trip and fall, because I often trip and fall, I TRY to be kind to myself because the voice in my head can be a vicious voice.
Reality can really toy with you.
May your attempts at mindfulness be greater than any voice in your head.