I’ve been mulling over something I read online recently - a simple observation about families at a local park that’s really stuck with me. Sometimes the most profound moments are the ordinary ones, aren’t they?

The story was beautifully straightforward: someone watching their kid at a playground on a sunny winter’s day, taking in the scene around them. There was an African dad kicking a football with his children, an Asian father doing the same with his kid nearby, a Middle Eastern family enjoying a picnic while their children played. Kids from all sorts of backgrounds - European, Indian, you name it - just being kids.