I’ve been trying to figure out what to say about the elementary school shooting in Newtown, Conn., last Friday but I don’t have the words; just indescribable sadness.
And so I pray, and I love, and I put forth more effort to appreciate.
I cried last night when President Obama shared a description of parenthood at the vigil honoring the victims at Sandy Hook Elementary, where 26 people – 20 of them children – were killed:
Someone once described the joy and anxiety of parenthood as the equivalent of having your heart outside of your body all the time, walking around. With their very first cry, this most precious, vital part of ourselves – our child – is suddenly exposed to the world, to possible mishap or malice. And every parent knows there is nothing we will not do to shield our children from harm. And yet, we also know that with that child’s very first step, and each step after that, they are separating from us; that we won’t – that we can’t always be there for them.”
I understand these sentiments now that I am a parent. What’s really touched me, however, is hearing them as a child of someone else.
For those of us still lucky enough to do so: Hug your kids and your parents.