I'm having trouble reconciling the warm, soft, sweet life our family has been blessed with against the horrendous pain the families in Connecticut have been handed.
This morning I woke inside the softest cocoon wrapped in my husband's arms.
Our fluffy cat purred and curled up in mine. My children slept safe and warm,
lit by their Christmas trees in the corner of their rooms.
Even without knowing the evil that goes off in an uncontrolled rampage, I
would be grateful. But, seeing mental illness/evil displayed in such an
innocent place makes me sob with immeasurable sorrow even with our immeasurable
I grew up in the shadow of the Vietnam War, which was fought another world
away. Still, it was a dark era.. Never, did it seem that the heart of darkness
would be in our own, American world. But, here it moved: Columbine, New York
City, Hurricane’s Katrina and Sandy, Movie Theater’s, shopping malls, post
offices, and city streets. I've missed so many tragedies just in this short
Now, more than ever, treasuring the lives we have been blessed with, may be
our only hope to continue on. And possibly the only hope to be able to
recognize and stop the nature of evil among us. And maybe not.
The goodness that will rise out of this will also be immeasurable. Now, more
than ever, I hope to hear every good, kind act and to find a way myself to
somehow soften the blow of someone else's horrendous pain.
The Cult of Parenthood
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