About two weeks after 9/11/01, my husband and I went to see a silly movie. It was much needed comic relief after the non-stop sorrow on TV. Like then, eventually I will return to jokes as relief from the events of this past week. But for now I am still so sad.
When I heard the terrible news, I cried.
When I heard the even worse news that it was 6-year-olds, I completely lost it.
I have a 6-year-old.
And there are so many things that I have shared with those moms in Newtown.
Those moms were pregnant when I was pregnant.
Those moms brought home a baby when I brought home my baby.
Those moms watched them take their first steps while I watched my baby take hers.
Those moms attended a pre-kindergarten graduation like I did.
Those moms took pictures of their babies on the first day of school this fall like I did.
Those moms and I calculated the year our kindergarteners would graduate from high school: 2025. So. Far. Away.
Those moms wrapped Christmas gifts and hid them in the basement like me.
Those moms kissed their kids goodbye and sent them to school.
Those moms were me.
And now they aren’t.
And I’m so sorry.
So very, very sorry.
My deepest condolences. My strongest prayers. For Newtown, for all of us.
Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted. -Matthew 5:4