Emotional
What a week it has been. I have been brought to my knees in prayer more times than I can count during the past week. It has been heart-wrenching. The tragedy in Connecticut has cut deep. The faces, the parents, the responders, the images... I can't just blog about the fun and silly things that have happened around our house. Another day.
Let's start with the tragic events in Connecticut. I watched the events unfold throughout the day. In the morning while hustling my kids out the door I saw on the news that there was a shooting at an elementary school back east with a few injuries. I uttered a silent prayer. I dropped my kids off with a hasty kiss and I love you. As I drove away from my children's idyllic, close-knit elementary school feeling good about where they were. I again uttered a silent prayer for my own kids' safety and for the school in CT that all would be well. It was only upon returning home after preschool and a few errands that I learned the true horror. I sank to my knees. I couldn't drag myself away from the TV even though I couldn't bear to watch. I prayed and prayed and prayed. I am still praying. Once you are a mother every child is your child. I thought of my kids school and the toll that 20 lost children and 6 adult staff would take. HUGE. IMMENSE. We know our principle and love him. The teachers there feel like family. We know the kids...or at least the majority of the families we have interacted with in one way or another. 20 kids and 6 staff lost...catastrophic.
I was so happy and grateful that it was an early release day (I had just cursed early release two days prior) now I embraced it whole-heartily. As I pulled into the carpool line and saw Kameron and Ailey smiling and waving at me I cried...tears of joy and gratitude...and sorrow...for those parents who wouldn't have this experience. As they climbed in the car I hugged them long and hard and told them how much I loved them. The aid that helped them in looked at me with tears in her eyes too. Teachers huddled outside the kindergarten door talking quietly. As I drove away from my children's school I prayed for those not so fortunate that day.
We are an affectionate family. We hug, kiss, cuddle, and tell one another we love each other. But still...we hugged and cuddled, and told each other we loved each other through out the weekend...and we prayed as a family...and we talked.
We talked about the tragedy in varying degrees with our school age kids. We tried to keep them away from the news as much as possible. We answered questions as best we could. I dried the tears of our, at times, self-absorbed teenager as she talked about how the big brothers and sisters from the high school in Newtown rushed to the elementary school to make sure their siblings were safe. We tried our best to answer hard hard questions. How could this happen? Why did he do that? Who could kill little kids? Where is it safe? How do you answer that question? How do you tell them the truth...that there is no safe place.
Tyler and I had long, hard, emotional conversations...about things like gun control, school safety precautions and the lack thereof, mental illness, evil in the world...and the unanswerable...such as ...how do we keep our children safe? How do we prepare them to live in a world like this that is only going to get worse? How do we teach them to live each day to the fullest and without regrets while not teaching them to live in fear?
Things have changed so drastically since we were kids. So many things that I took for granted as a child my kids haven't experienced. The carefree, innocent, running wild around town childhood I had growing up, my children have never experienced...or only in small doses. What kind of world will they see when they are parents? How much worse will it be? Or are we already there? To use the old frog analogy but with a different twist...are we the frogs in the pot...thinking it can still get a lot hotter (worse) while we are already swimming in boiling water?
What's a parent to do? Pray...it's the only answer I have.
The tragedy in CT wasn't the only event that brought us down hard on our knees. Nothing strikes fear in the heart of a parent like hearing the words "We'd like to refer your son to a pediatric cardiologist." Kameron's heart murmur sounded a little different than the run of the mill heart murmur. Our pediatrician told us not to worry he just wanted Kameron checked out by an expert. Yeah, easier said than done. Even though I didn't think Kam had a serious problem it was still impossible not to worry about the what-ifs. Kam is fine...just an innocent heart murmur nothing serious. Thank goodness.
We also worried about a beloved uncle who was experiencing a scary health crisis, in addition to the cancer he is already bravely fighting. As my mom and her siblings drove through the night to gather in his hospital room to give love and support...our family was on our knees as we prayed and fasted. Even the little ones would not be left out of fasting and praying. They HAD to be a part of it. They refused to be left out. The faith of children is a beautiful and inspiring thing. They called home during the day to check in during his surgery and to see if I had "heard anything"...they fasted and prayed for good news. It came.
Now...this mother's heart needs some Christmas cheer, some joy, happiness, and silliness.Yet, I will continue to pray for those who will not receive it this year.
I am grateful for prayer.















