Something so heartbreaking happens, that I cannot get my heart and my head to wrap around it at the same time. Today the lives taken at an elementary school in Connecticut is the cause. I simply do not understand it.
Shootings at High Schools are bad enough, no matter what innocent lives are being taken, but at an Elementary?? Those children have barely lived their little lives. And someone decides to go and just take them away from this earth, without warning, without reason(Im sure he thinks he had one, but I think its invalid). Nothing, NOTHING justifies killing a child, let alone shooting over a dozen. They cannot defend themselves against that. Those poor families. Those poor children...My heart breaks. Over and over and over. And my head hurts from trying to comprehend the pain. Im overly emotional I suppose, I have a different, interesting perspective. I am a Mother, and I am also pregnant. As Ive seen the headlines roll in about this tragedy, there is a reminder of how precious life, how precious children really are. This small baby (yes, it IS a baby, most definitely) kicks and rolls around inside the small confines of my abdomen. For now this child is relatively safe wrapped inside, but I worry, as Im sure all mothers do. What kind of world am I bringing this innocent, beautiful,little life into? A world of confusion and pain There is also good, but it is so hard to see when something like this happens. How can I protect my children? How do I equip them to deal with the scary things of this world? I feel inadequate to do so effectively. No one could have seen this coming. This tragedy. This day of tears and pain and fear. Unfortunately this will not be the last time this happens. Sometimes I get so frustrated with our two year old, sometimes I have to remind myself how truly little he really is. Life can be cut short in an instant it seems. Life is precious,fragile,and remarkably short, sometimes unfairly short. As a child I always made sure that when my parents left the house, even if they were making me crazy that day, I made sure I told them I loved them Now that I am a parent myself, I always try to tell our son how much I love him. Not just when I leave, but multiple times a day. Maybe I have a paranoid fear of the end, of not knowing what will happen. Maybe its crazy. But after today, I feel a little less paranoid and a little more...love for those I love. I will continue to let them know how much I love them, because every little moment counts. Especially since we never know which moment could be the last moment. My heart, and prayers go out to the families affected by this shooting. Give your kids a big hug and a kiss. They are wonderful,amazing,smart,kind,loving,unique,and priceless.
