I looked at my daughter last night playing in the living room as I read the news on my phone and I felt blistering anger and rage that this happened again. I felt hopelessness that as I parent I will fail her in protecting her, in sending her out of the home to a safe place that will turn into a carnage filled horror house. I felt ashame…
I looked at my daughter last night playing in the living room as I read the news on my phone and I felt blistering anger and rage that this happened again. I felt hopelessness that as I parent I will fail her in protecting her, in sending her out of the home to a safe place that will turn into a carnage filled horror house. I felt ashamed that I cannot do better for her, that we will live life with a roll of a dice on whether today is going to be the day where I will hear "thoughts and prayers," "too soon," "don't politicize this," "mental health," "if only a good guy..."
This morning as we say for breakfast she laughed and giggled as the blueberry rolled off her spoon. She wanted to know what she was having for food at daycare. And on the way to the van, the neighbor's dogs came over and loved up on her begging for pets and scratches, and she smiled and laughed. And I thought maybe just maybe things will be all right.
As I think about it, I hope that those are not the last thoughts I will have of her. I want her home next to me where I can protect her and keep her safe. I am tired of living in a minority rule country where the only things that really matter are about control of others and not the betterment of society. So yeah I wouldn't not want to be a parent, I just want her to be safe. Is that too much to ask?
Scott, I'm going to save you and your readers from me "soapboxing." I completely agree with you. The day that something happens positively in this area is the day you or I win a $500 million lottery jackpot.
I looked at my daughter last night playing in the living room as I read the news on my phone and I felt blistering anger and rage that this happened again. I felt hopelessness that as I parent I will fail her in protecting her, in sending her out of the home to a safe place that will turn into a carnage filled horror house. I felt ashamed that I cannot do better for her, that we will live life with a roll of a dice on whether today is going to be the day where I will hear "thoughts and prayers," "too soon," "don't politicize this," "mental health," "if only a good guy..."
This morning as we say for breakfast she laughed and giggled as the blueberry rolled off her spoon. She wanted to know what she was having for food at daycare. And on the way to the van, the neighbor's dogs came over and loved up on her begging for pets and scratches, and she smiled and laughed. And I thought maybe just maybe things will be all right.
As I think about it, I hope that those are not the last thoughts I will have of her. I want her home next to me where I can protect her and keep her safe. I am tired of living in a minority rule country where the only things that really matter are about control of others and not the betterment of society. So yeah I wouldn't not want to be a parent, I just want her to be safe. Is that too much to ask?
If we can't keep them safe--and not just our kids, but *all* kids--what's the rest of it even for? What's a country worth if we can't do that?
Scott, I'm going to save you and your readers from me "soapboxing." I completely agree with you. The day that something happens positively in this area is the day you or I win a $500 million lottery jackpot.