I don’t really do silence.
It doesn’t tend solve the problem and it sometimes gets misinterpreted as complacence leading people to believe that you’re okay with what’s happening.
I’m not okay. I don’t think any of us are okay.
I’m as morally outraged and sickened as the next
human being mother. I’m as eager to find a solution to put an end to the madness as anyone else who has ever suffered an attack, especially an attack in a school (because I have actually), or lost a loved one, or even loved a loved one. And, I’m as fearful of the future and hopeful for change as the next American.
And, while I’m not going to even consider silence, I’m also not going to climb on my soap box to preach about what needs to happen or what I want to happen or what woulda-coulda-shoulda happened.
Because I don’t need to and I am as anti-
whining complaining as I am anti-silence.
I’m for finding solutions.
And, until that can happen, I’m for love.
Showing it, spreading it, and rejoicing in the fact that I have it. That I got to wake up to it this morning. That I got to
yell at it to stop fighting enjoy it throughout the day. That I got to hug it tight and smell its neck and tuck it into bed after 15 glasses of water, three trips to the bathroom, and just one more story.
So, take a moment to take a step back. To love your babies. To just be so very thankful that they are with you today because as we all know, no one is guaranteed tomorrow.
*Like every other family in America, our hearts go out to the families in Newton. No words can ease their suffering.