I remember like it was yesterday.
A few days after 9/11 The Principal and I had taken the kids to the growing memorial that had started at the fountain at Seattle Center. We felt helpless and needed to do something. Anything. Being with others that were as shocked as we were seemed fitting.
I remember sitting at the top of the fountain, leaning against the ledge, our oldest son leaning on my shoulder.
He was almost 11 at the time.
He was crying. Worried. Scared.
I was sitting there, watching people file past us to place their flowers with the others, and I was thinking what in the world!
What is this world coming to? What kind of world am I raising my children in?
It was like my life, in the blink of an eye, turned to pre-9/11 and post 9/11. I wasn’t even directly impacted. I didn’t know anybody that was the Towers. I could just sense that things were never going to be for my children the way they had been for me.
We have been prepping as a family now for a little over a year and a half. We have included all of our children in the process. Our kids are currently 14,16,21 and 23. Only the 14 and 16 year olds are at home, but we prep for all of us.
I feel by including our teenagers in the process of prepping we are better preparing them for what might come down the pipeline. We don’t candy coat the news. They watch FOX and Glen Beck. They know that this world is a fallen world.
They’ve seen the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina and the tsunami in Japan.
They are aware of Fukashima and the issues it has.
We don’t scare them or use things as fear-mongering, but when TSHTF they aren’t going to be blindsided.
A few ways we include them:
They help prep food for dehydrating or canning.
These double as life skills. (Yes, we homeschool)
We go shooting as a family.
They both have their own rifles.
Our daughter prefers my Taurus 9mm to the ‘puny’ .22 revolver.
Chores with our animals help with work ethic.
They appreciate the bacon and eggs we have for breakfast.
Again, life skills, such as fire building and water purification.
Teach them how to track animals and set snares and traps.
My kids also know not to go one telling what we have to their friends.
Their friends know we are preppers, but not to what extent.
Did you watch American Blackout? The daughter’s boyfriend of the prepper drove me nuts!
My kids won’t be ‘that guy.’
They aren’t toddlers. Give them responsibilities, set the expecation bar high, and they will rise to it.
I have confidence in my kids that they will have my back WTSHTF.
We are a team and they know they are part of that team.