I explained magical moment memories here.
This one happened during a weekend hike back in mid-December. As usual, I didn’t recognize it at the time, but it has echoed in my mind ever since. It isn’t funny at all but it is a story I’m compelled to write.
It was a particularly heavy week. Do you remember?
It was one of those weeks where something terrible happened to children and it was all we heard about in the news. Sandy Hook. It shook all of us as parents. How do we keep them safe? How can we raise our children in a world where such horrible things happen? How can we even fathom the grief those parents are experiencing?
I read news feed after news feed and cried and cried. The lives and innocence of so many people and children shattered. I felt helpless.
What do you do? How do you even process something like this?
I was full of angst. Full of distrust. Full of fear for their future. Full of gratitude that my children are safe. Full of guilt. Full of sadness.
So I shut off the computer and took them outside. A hike in the woods to clear my head.
We reached the top of a hill where you could see for miles and miles.
The view was gorgeous but I couldn’t see it. My thoughts were still wrapped up in current events. How could something so tragic happen? How can I continue to make jokes about bedtime routines and other trivial crap in the face of real parents suffering?
Crappy Baby interrupted my thoughts and said:
His voice was filled with awe and it snapped me back into the moment.
I said, “Yeah?”
And with tears streaming down my cheeks I picked him up and held him. I breathed in his innocence. And I begged it to last forever.
I rarely mention current events because I’m fairly certain nobody comes here to read the news. Plus, the news is pretty exclusively unfunny. But I do want to say my heart goes out to all those affected and that I’m right there with all of you trying to make sense of it, even when I completely ignore it here. Much love to Oklahoma.