It is days like today that make it so hard to see the good. Even harder to be the good. It is not just the act of terror and violence, but it is the aftermath of media coverage, political hoopla, and reactions of many that give me pause.
I was a first time mom, holding my 3 week old newborn when the tragic news of Sandy Hook Elementary broke out. I had no words, just tears streaming down my face as my heart broke for the children, for the parents, and the families and friends directly affected by the devastating event. While I had lived through the news of such horrific events before, Sandy Hook shook me to my core, as I’m sure it did to a lot of parents watching the news unfold that day.
I remember talking to my husband about how it broke us to think of having to raise our kid(s) in a world that contained such violence and hatred toward human kind. But, I made a vow to myself that I wouldn’t let myself get so jaded at any point, that I would become numb to them.
It’s easy to forget. It’s easy to nonchalantly bypass news of [another] mass shooting. It’s even easier to react negatively, especially to the perpetrators of such horrific violence. But, there is no use in making sense of the tragedies. Because it simply makes no sense.
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As a mom of two young boys, I realize that their future will hold a lot of questions that can’t be answered with a simple response. I realize that there are an endless amount of explanations that may still bring about more questions. There is no way to simplify any of it; try as I may, there is no one answer, there is no right answer.
As naive as I may sound, in the midst of such sadness and tragedy, I choose to see the good. The good of the people coming together in prayer and support, the good of the first responders who risked their own lives to bring others to safety, the good of human kind who comes together to be the light over the darkness.
And like our parents before us, and their parents before them, my one prayer as a mom is that we’re able to love and encourage the next generations to see the good and even moreso, to be the good. To be better than what we are today. To love one another more than we do today.
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