Every time I look at my 7 year old, I feel my throat tighten and my eyes fill up. Yesterday, it was when I felt her little, warm toes that smell terrible after she takes her socks off.
And I mean terrible.
Those little toes! This morning, I’m thinking about all those parents who would give anything to wiggle and even smell warm little toes. I hold my little girl so tightly, and I’m praying about all those broken hearts.
We told our children about the shooting, and the oldest doesn’t want to go to school. She cried at bedtime. The world has changed for her. It’s changed for me.
How are you coping with this tragedy?
I'm reading and praying about “it” as much as I can. I pray for those who've lost little and big ones; I pray for Mr. Lanza, who lost both his ex-wife and son, I pray for our nation that we finally understand what all these violent video games, TV, and movies are doing, oh, so subtly, to our souls, morality, and resilience. I'm speaking my mind: yes, there should be more gun control; yes, there should be better mental health available besides jail; yes, we as a nation need to pull on our big girl pants and deal with what we've done to ourselves and each other. And then I cry.