This weekend I did as all parents did. I snuggled my children a little more, hugged them a little tighter, and praised God that they are safe with me at home. What a tragedy our country endured this past week. I can’t express the fear in my very being. All I can do is shield them, protect them, let them know that they are my everything and nothing less. We made it a point this weekend to be together and create new memories that I hope will forever resonate in their young minds. Our children know nothing of the evil in this world, and how does a parent even being to explain the steps to take if they are ever faced with a situation like the one that occurred Friday? I am typing this with sweaty palms and trembling nerves. Did I send them to school today? Yes. Did I want to keep them home and never allow them back in public? Absolutely. I am hurting for all of the parents that are hurting. All of the families that are in sorrow. I can only pray that they find peace in their heart. Below is a photo of myself and my sons, and below that is an excerpt from “The Spirit of Christmas” by Nancy Tillman. I can’t tell you the emotions that surged through me when I read these words. May I never take the little arms around my waist for granted again. May I never forget the eternal gratefulness that I felt when I saw their faces Friday afternoon.
“And so then my darling, wherever you roam, may you always be safe…may you always come home.
For as long as the world still spins and still hums, wherever you are, and no matter what comes,
The best part of Christmas will always be…YOU beneath my Christmas tree.”