For My Kids, and Yours —A Mother's Fear In These Times
- Mickey Miller
- Jun 11, 2025
- 3 min read
Lately, I’ve been walking around with this tightness in my chest. Not from work stress or bills or even health issues. It’s something deeper. Heavier. It’s fear.
Not for myself, but for my kids. For your kids. For all of us.
Every time I scroll through social media or turn on the news, it hits me harder—this realization that the country I love, the one I’ve always believed in, is slipping into something I no longer recognize. What’s worse is how many people seem okay with it—or don’t even see it happening.
I grew up in the 1980s. We didn’t have the fear that today’s kids are growing up with. Sure, there was always the looming Cold War threat—we worried that Russia might strike—but it was different. We had hope. We had boundaries. We didn’t question if our neighbors were the enemy because of the color of their skin, their accent, their beliefs, political choice or their sexuality. We didn’t cancel people for thinking differently. We were taught to treat people with respect, to use our manners, to think for ourselves. What happened to that?
What happened to the people I grew up with—the ones who were raised on “treat others how you want to be treated”? The ones who paid attention in history class? We were supposed to learn from it, not repeat it. Maybe it’s time some of you picked up The Diary of Anne Frank again—and actually pay attention.
Because what’s happening now, this blind loyalty to whatever narrative the media is selling—it’s chilling. I don’t need cable news or social media influencers telling me what to think. I paid attention in history. I remember the signs. And I see them now.
And yes, I know if I speak out, some will call me names. It’s already happened. But here’s the thing—I took an oath. As a village council trustee, as Vice President of our small community, I swore to uphold the Constitution. The same oath every elected official in D.C. takes. The same one our military swears by.
Watching it be ignored… watching people forget how it works or twist it for their own agendas… it sends chills down my spine.
My children are adults now. They’re smart, compassionate, and driven. But I worry more for them now than when they were small. I fear for their freedom to speak, to think, to question, to live in truth. I fear for the generations after them. Because the louder the lies get, the more dangerous silence becomes.
To anyone who feels like I do—angry, scared, disheartened—don’t lose hope. Don’t let fear or frustration harden your heart. We can still be the light. We can still be the reason our children and grandchildren know what truth feels like. But we have to stand up. We have to speak out.
We have to remember who we are.
“What is done cannot be undone, but one can prevent it happening again.”
– Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl
Peace, Love and Music,
Mickey
If you feel this too, take a moment to listen. ( Especially the last one) These songs came from a time when the world still believed in hope, unity, and standing up together.
🖤 We Are The World (1985) also redone in I think 2010
💜Wind Of Change- Scorpions (1990)
🖤When The Children Cry (1988)
Let’s remember what it felt like to believe in something bigger than ourselves.
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