Your sediments rub me the wrong way

We want the lives of our loves to be care free from all the troubles of this world. Protect them from the irrational turns of decisions and actions that make no sense to us. We want them to avoid all the difficulties and challenges this world can put in front of us. To avoid the experience of troubles and working through them, the same turmoil that taught some to grow. We want our loves to stay innocent and soft, infant like. We never want the experience of a scalding desert sun or a frozen, harsh winter tundra to weather their skin. We don't want them to build in their precious imagination the ideas of the challenges history has overcome, how bleak the actions and decisions humanity has made that make no sense to us now. We don't want the world to bully our love ones around. We'll keep them safe in these protective walls. Keep their eyes closed so they don't see the harsh reality. We can tape mittens on their hands so they don't touch the troubled world we don't understand.  In our own darkness I push the doubt down, the doubt of risking the knowledge of our loved ones in turn for a safe and easy life.  It's harsh out there, they just can't see it. We'll keep them young and innocent. We'll keep them safe. We'll keep their hands out of danger, as soon as we can get these mittens off.