When I first heard about the horrific tragedy in Newtown, CT, my first impulse was to run, and I mean literally run, to my son’s elementary school and hold my 9-year old close to me and hug him tight. It took all my strength to stay put until 3pm when I usually pick him up. Normally, I wait in the car outside the school at a curbside pick-up location. Yesterday, I parked and walked to the school playground, where the kids are dismissed. I gave him the hug I so desperately wanted to give him all day and I could feel my anxiety slightly lessen.
All that any parent wants for their child is for him to be safe and healthy. Very often, we take our children’s safety for granted, until a tragedy so gruesome and incomprehensible makes us all feel instantly vulnerable. I’d throw myself in front of a car for my child if I had to. I’d put myself between my child and any possible harm to him if I had to. But, what about those situations where you are absolutely powerless?
I had my first small taste of that feeling during the Hurricane Sandy aftermath. We were without power for many days and our house was becoming colder and colder. Suddenly, keeping my kids warm was not a given, it was a challenge. I was afraid for their health and well-being, as we slept night after night in a cold, dark house. I had no control over the situation and couldn’t protect my kids as I usually did. I was scared and upset.
The Newtown, CT tragedy brought that feeling of sadness and powerlessness to a whole new level. As my teenage son and I listened to a radio show earlier today, the town pastor was relating his conversation with one of the little boys whose sister had died at the hand of the gunman. The boy said he lost his best friend and would have no one to play with. The pastor explained to the boy that his sister was now safe in heaven. My throat burned and my tears fell as I listened to just one of many – too many – unbearably sad stories. My son, who usually shows little emotion, reached over to the radio dial and turned it off. He said, “I can’t listen to this.”
I am a relatively new blogger, who is a member of a hugely supportive blogging group called the “Bloppy Bloggers.” One of our members, Amy of Adorable Chaos, knows one of the families who lost a son, Ben. While we all expressed our immense grief at this senseless tragedy, we all kept saying how helpless we felt. As bloggers, who write regularly, we were all suddenly at a loss for words. But, we still wanted to help in any way we could. So, we’ve come together to raise some money to buy Ben a star, so that his family can look up at it and remember their sweet, little boy. Any leftover donations will be used to help with the funeral costs, a task that no parent should ever have to endure. Please click on the secure link below if you’d like to help and you will be directed to a site that has been set up with a Donate button. Whether you want to donate $5 or $50, any amount will help this family as they come to grips with this unthinkable nightmare. As the world continues to grieve for the twenty children and six adults we couldn’t keep safe from harm, I am gaining some comfort for being able to help in this one small way. Please consider joining me. Thank you.
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