Occupy Wall St. is Just a Baby, But It’s Growing Up Fast
My kids are all teens, so that thrill of watching a baby take his first steps is long past. Who knew though, that I’d get to experience it this month just by watching the news—the news, that is, of the Occupy Wall St. movement. Because it reminds me of nothing more than a child, a child that’s taking some tumbles along the way, but growing up fast. Maybe it’s the youth of the protesters, maybe it’s the fact that this movement really does seem newborn, but I find myself defending it in the way I would a child. To those who criticize the protesters for not having a fully formed mission and goals, I say, hey, it’s only three weeks old, and at three weeks old it’s pretty impressive that it knows where its hands are, much less being completely focused and articulate. I worried for the protesters arrested on the bridge, but not too much, it’s just a little skinned knee for the movement, and they’ll be stronger for it.
Of course, it’s not my baby; it feels like the baby of a relative or friend, so I scour Facebook and the latest news for the most recent photos, the reports of meals eaten (really, food is critical to this stage of a baby or a movement), of milestones crossed, of achievements made. And I can’t wait to see what this baby does when it grows up.