Out of the blue the other day, my 8-year-old son asked me, “What would you do to get me back?”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Like, if I was taken.”
I was too stunned to formulate a good answer. “Well, I’d do anything,” I said.
He thought for a moment. “If you could only see me or Mommy,” he asked, referring to his other mom who is also my wife, “who would you choose?”
I had no answer for this, of course. But I couldn’t help but think of the immigrant and asylum-seeking families being torn apart at our border. Children were taken from their parents and put in cages by the U.S. government. In your name. In my name. In my son’s name.