Sunday, December 16, 2012

too close

I like to know what's going on.
I like to hear things.
I even like to gossip.
But this.
I don't want to know about this.
Not any of it.
I don't want to know why or when or where.
I especially don't want to know how many.
I don't want to think about unopened Christmas presents.
Or left-behind sisters and brothers.
I don't want to fathom a mother's arms who are holding special stuffed animals,
trying to smell a familiar smell,  
instead of tiny little warm bodies.
It's too much.
Too close.
They were 6.
She is 6.
I have stayed away from the news.
Stayed away from Facebook
I don't want to hear the childen's accounts of what happened.
The sensationalism of it all.
It makes me so very sad.
So instead I do what every other fortunate mother is doing.
I hug her tighter.
And relish her smell and giggles.
And even her whinyness.
Cause she is still here.
I still have her.
No random act of awfulness has stolen her from me.
Today we are in our matching jammies.
Baking cookies and finishing up our homemade Christmas presents.
I am so lucky.
So very, very, very lucky.
God bless those affected.
God bless those families.
God bless those mothers.
And God bless those sweet little boys and girls.


C. Beth said...

It's the age of the kids that hit me the hardest too. And I agree, being grateful for what I have is the best response.

Shannon said...

I agree with you 100%. That's all we can do... hug tighter. xoxo