I hesitated as to whether I should write this post. But my heart is too full of this heartrending sorrow to not write. By now, you have all heard of the unspeakable tragedy that has befallen a Connecticut town. By now, like me, you’ve probably shed many, many tears for these poor innocents lost forever. There are no words to explain the unspeakable, nor words to make it right again. It is unimaginable the horrors the parents of the slain must face. The holiday season and the tender ages of the children make it an even more poignant loss.
As a mother, I can tell you this. We nurture our babies under our hearts. It’s where they grow. We hold them, and cherish them, and protect them as best we can. To me, having a child is like having a piece of your heart beating outside of your body. And the thought that any mother, or father, should have to bear this is incomprehensible. When I think of the sweet innocence of my children at that age, I cry again for what was lost. Surely the angels in heaven must be weeping along with us, even as they enfold these little darlings into their care.
If you change one thing in your life as result of this tragedy, let it be this. Speak to your children and your loved ones with kind and sweet words. Because we just never know which time will be the last.
As for me, I believe in Heaven, and I believe in angels. And I hope that you join me in praying to whatever power you believe in to grant a peaceful rest to these poor children and their teachers, and that somehow, someway, their families left behind can one day find a measure of peace.
I pray that we will strive to make this world a better place. And that one day, our children, and our children’s children, will see the day when all of mankind can live in peace with one another.