I loved being a parent today. I got to chaperone my eight year-old
twin daughters’ second grade field trip.
It was a morning full of laughter and fun. I got to know the girls’ classmates in a relaxed
atmosphere; what a great group of
kids. Their innocence made me
laugh as they participated in casual conversation. One boy told me he wanted to be a cartoonist when he grew
up, even though I think he was born to be a comedian. Another boy declared with conviction that he wanted to be an
elbow doctor. Sydney and Taylor
snuck in spontaneous hugs and snuggles all morning long. Their youthful spirit, camaraderie and
light-heartedness was contagious.
My heart burst with grateful joy for this time spent with my daughters
and their classmates.
AND THEN...
Then I heard the news of the school shooting.
I was
crushed by the undeniable presence of evil in this world. Tears formed in
my eyes as I read the latest death toll. I shivered with confused
disgust as I imagined the horrific acts of violence committed against the
innocent and unsuspecting victims.
I was flooded with panicked empathy as I tried to imagine the terror of
the unknown as parents raced to the school to find out if their children were
dead or alive. I was depressed for
those children and adults who will be tainted by the trauma of this one day for
the rest of their lives.
Then my
compassion turned into anger. How
could anyone be so cruel? So
heartless. So evil. What demons could possibly possess
anyone to make the choice to murder an entire Kindergarten class, among
others? I just don’t get it.
My mind
won’t stop spinning. My heart
won’t stop aching.
I will
hug my babies tighter tonight. I
will pray for those families who can no longer do so. And I will continue to keep a vigilant eye on the safety of
my kids, no matter how paranoid I may seem.
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