“Do not judge the bereaved mother. She comes in many forms. She is breathing, but she is dying. She may look young, but inside she has become ancient. She smiles, but her heart sobs. She walks, she talks, she cooks, she cleans, she works, she IS, but she IS NOT, all at once. She is here, but part of her is elsewhere for eternity.” ~Author Unknown
I’m happy to be home with my three happy, healthy, completely unaware children today. Jedidiah stayed home yesterday because of a stomach bug. We had a nice day together. He is, as yet, unaware of the tragedy that has happened in our country. I’d like it to stay that way, but I know that he may find out once he goes back to school. He is a sensitive, easily fearful kid. He’s not ready to know about something like this. And my heart cries for the families who have no choice. For the children whose innocence was burst and whose lives will be haunted with this nightmare.
Jedidiah wanted to play pretend guns today. It was entirely harmless. He was playing pirates. But, I asked him to stop and play something else. I just couldn’t handle it today.