I have been debating over the last few days whether or not I wanted to write a post about this heart breaking event. Every time I sat down to write, the words just wouldn’t come. There are no words that I or anyone can say that will make any of this better, that will provide the answers people so are desperately looking for, or to justify all those beautiful lives being lost. This is a tragedy that has rocked the nation to its core. There are many stories surrounding the events and many speculations on why this happened, but does why really matter? Will knowing why bring back loved ones? Will it truly bring closure? Although the words to express how I feel keep eluding me, I do have a few thoughts I would like to share.
To the people of Newtown, CT:
As a parent myself, I cannot even begin to fathom the pain and sense of loss you are experiencing right now and I pray I never do. What has happened in your peaceful little community is unspeakable. There are no words that I or any one can say that would help you heal or to make sense of any of this because this doesn’t make sense. But please know that we are all grieving with you, we are all crying with you and you are in our thoughts and our prayers.
To Parents Everywhere:
Hold your children tight. Tell them you love them. Be conscious of them and their actions. Be conscious of what you expose them to and what they are unintentionally exposed to. Sensor them. Reassure them that you are there for them, that they can come to you and you will handle it the best way you know how. Teach them to speak up even if they turn out to be wrong. Teach them to be aware of their surroundings, teach them to protect themselves. Teach them right from wrong. Teach them to be kind and loving. Teach them to be respectful. Teach them to have a conscience and morals and values. Teach them to live by those convictions. But most importantly, spend time with them. You will never get these years back. They will be grown in the blink of an eye. President Obama said it best last night, from the moment they take their first step, they are taking steps away from us. Make sure that those steps count. Your children will never remember that they grew up in a germ-free, impeccably clean home, they will remember the nights curled up on the couch watching a movie, they will remember the bedtime stories and the times you spent playing on the floor. I know this incident has opened my eyes to time. Time is not guaranteed. Make the time with your child(ren) the best it can be. Everything else can wait, time will not.
To Our Teachers:
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you to each and every one of you that has ever touched my life and that will someday impact my son’s life. You are truly amazing people. You love our children and you protect them, you teach them, you care for them. It takes a very special person to be a teacher and give of themselves as you do and receive so little in return. You are abused by parents when you discipline their child or give them a fair grade for the work that they have or haven't done. You make difficult decisions and deal with difficult children, but you get up every day and do it again. You are selfless and I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
To the Media:
My words won't come either but yours are well chosen.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Pam. The boys went out for a bit yesterday and as I was straightening up Brandon's room, I found myself sitting on his floor sobbing. I couldn't imagine having to walk into my child's room after something like this. It made me incredibly sad.
ReplyDeleteWell said!
ReplyDeleteThank you!! Although no words could ever really describe it.
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