Thursday, December 20, 2012
trying to make sense of the world....and squeezing tight
But it wasn't until days later when the media started sharing backstories about the individuals....what they were doing that morning, the train they missed or hadn't missed that put them in the Towers at the moment of impact, the camping trip they'd just taken with their kids...all those human details that had me crying in the car at a stoplight or in a bathroom stall, thinking about the unthinkable.
At Lucy's school the kids start the day by saying the Pledge of Allegiance, then the Texas Pledge of Allegiance (which is sooo Texas and makes me smile), and then there's a short moment of silence. I'm usually in the hall and back out to my car by this point. But on Monday we were running late so I stood next to Lucy at her desk, hand over my heart. After the pledge, the Star Spangled Banner was played from the loudspeaker. And then they had a moment of silence and announced that we would pause a while longer to remember of the families and children of Newtown, CT.
I looked around the room at these 20 children, 1st graders, some standing quietly, some wiggling their legs and daydreaming of recess. All of them so innocent and looking forward to the Christmas holiday. And I just teared up. I couldn't hold it in. Another mom was there, hugging her son and probably thinking the same things. I couldn't imagine looking up at the classroom door to a crazy person with weapons in-hand. What a horrible, pointless act. My heart aches for those families who lost their own little Lucy and Owen and came home that afternoon to empty beds and unopened Christmas gifts. What horrible loss.
There are many conversations out there about gun violence, gun rights, home schooling vs. public schools, protecting our kids, teaching our kids about reality. They're all natural thoughts. We want answers. We need answers to something so senseless and heartbreaking. It's how our human minds work.
And all I can think is to continue being the best parents we can be and to teach our children strong values, to make good choices, and to be leaders for good.
I've never lost a child and can't pretend to know what that's like. My heart, hugs, and prayers reach through the screen to those of you who have experienced it. And my hugs to anyone who feels a little down and needs some hope back in their day.
But right now I'll hug my little Star Wars fanatic and my tall skinny Lucy girl and my edible squishy baby and be thankful that despite the hard the days, they still call me Mom. And I hope that never changes.
Posted by dana at 10:47 AM