The softness of a baby’s cheek,
“And a child shall lead them.”
Natalie Tapley, December 15th, 2012.
December 14th, 2012
Upon hearing the news of 27 souls being massacred at the Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, Connecticut U.S.A., my first reaction was one of numbness. It took a good hour before the reality hit me and the numbness slowly slipped away and was replaced with an awakening of dread. Dread ... the darkness of it. The weight of it. It seems to reach inside you and goes straight for the heart. One can physically feel it's grip grow tighter. The pressure builds until it begins to leak into the stomach and slowly sinks and settles itself there. For me I am still in that place. Though now I feel dread's best friend, Pain.
I am a Mother. I gave birth to, and raised three sons. All three births as unique as the people that they are. I remember everything about each birth and from the first moment I met them. I remember the softness of their baby pink skin. The warmth of their little bodies against mine. I remember how vulnerable they looked and felt the passion of protection come over me like a resolve I'd never felt before. Yes, without question I would give my life to protect theirs. Without question ... I would die for them.
I know that I am not alone and other Mothers and Fathers feel the same. So how do they live with the reality that their child is gone and there was nothing they could do to change that. They were never coming back, and never is a long time. The worst realization of living with the fact that you didn't save them. How will they go on without their babies. To say that my heart aches for these parents and their families is an understatement. We can only hope and pray that they will somehow find the strength to carry on. I look at my own children - I raised them under the Golden Rule, treat others as you wish to be treated, it's the most important quality to have and will protect and carry you far in life.
Without sounding arrogant I do believe that I raised 3 very caring individuals.
With the Christmas Season now well upon us and celebrations growing near I hope that all will remember these families in their thoughts and prayers. For them Christmas will never be the same, nor ours. These happenings affect us all whether we want them to or not. This kind of shock and pain travels far and wide, around the world and touches all who are aware.
I'm thinking that Love can do the same, travel around the world, and touch others along the way ... Love begets love.
To you, dear reader, may the love and joy of the season be with you. Hold your loved ones close, hold them tight.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
Until the next high tide ...