I am truly amazed and moved by the deep love many children have for wild animals. This love seems to come naturally and is often more immediate and pure than what adults, including myself, typically express.
Yesterday, my nine-year-old noticed from our front porch that a raccoon had been struck by a car on our street. It was a distressing scene. She called her siblings to see it as well. My six-year-old was especially heartbroken, saying, “I just feel so bad for the raccoon.”
I felt the sadness too but tried not to let it represent all the sadness I feel about such incidents. I suggested we light a candle in memory of the raccoon. I also mentioned that the driver who hit the raccoon probably felt terrible about it, and I wished them well.
After that, my children took charge. They made a wreath; my nine-year-old labeled it “raccoon,” and my six-year-old created a drawing with various vehicles crossed out, asking, “Why can’t everyone just ride bikes?” (Although, it seemed like the bike was crossed out too in the drawing.)
This small ceremony lasted for a couple of hours while the candle burned. They later shared the experience with their dad, which helped them process their emotions—and it helped me too.
It was a sad event, but I found comfort in witnessing their love and care for another living being, their connection to each other, and the healing power of this simple ritual. It taught me how to better manage my own sadness. It showed me how effective and meaningful such gestures can be. Most importantly, it reminded me of the loving kindness within us, ready to be tapped into.
Thank you for caring. I hope these children grow up to be compassionate and considerate towards all living beings.