Following a day that has shaken most of us, my husband and I decided to get the kids out of the house and visit the local nature center. We are trying to keep the news channels off our television, and to shield the little ears in our home from hearing about the tragedy that took place in Connecticut. To be honest, we both can barely keep it together when thinking about the precious six and seven-year-old boys and girls whose lives were taken. All of the children who died were born in 2005 and 2006.
Our son was born in 2006. He thoroughly enjoys Kindergarten, and is learning so much. He doesn’t know a stranger and says “hi” to every student and teacher he passes by. Our walk in to the school building every day has become a ritual of sorts. I thought about stopping this and letting him off at the door to save time, but after yesterday, I will continue to walk him into the classroom, say hello to his teachers and friends, hug him, tell him that I love him and to have a “blue” day (color card incentive for good choices), and walk back out greeting people along the way.
My husband and I cannot really talk about the school shooting without getting tearful. The thought of losing a child; especially in such a violent way, is so unbearable. The lesson that I was reminded of yesterday is not to take any moment for granted and to love our children for the incredible gifts that they are.
As the day turned into evening, we baked up a batch of gingerbread cookies for the kids to decorate. The smell of sugary comfort filled our home while our children gleefully awaited for the cookies to be done. During this time, I was reminded again of the stark difference between what my day involved and what this day must have been like for the grieving parents, siblings, friends, and grandparents who all lost loved ones, and the sense of security they once had.
I know as the days go on, our family will go about our business of staying busy, gearing up for Christmas, and creating new memories. I also know that we will get to a place where we can talk about the school shooting without getting tearful. We will be able to discuss rationally (at least in our home) the pro’s and con’s of gun laws in our country. I know we will return to a sense of normal. For today though, I’m choosing to cherish the laughter I hear from the living room, the off-key singing of a boy in a bathtub, and the gift of this day with my children.
Every good and perfect gift is from above… – James 1:17