I feel like drawing the shades, locking the doors, turning off the television, the radio, the computer. I want to hold my children close to me - close enough that they will never know the violence that exploded yesterday afternoon at Fort Hood or the unspeakable crimes that befell a 15-year old girl at a homecoming dance in Richmond, California or the slaughter of 16-year old Derrion Albert on his way home from school. I look at them, their wide eyes, their smooth cheeks, and I despair - not just because I am afraid for them in this land of easy killing and thoughtless dehumanization, but because I don't want to think of them going out into a world where such things are possible. Can't I just keep them forever in the land of bears sitting on chairs, where the only wild things are the kind that devour out of love rather than depravity?And this morning I think of natural disaster. Of parents missing their children. Of children missing their parents. Of cries for help that go unanswered.
I think this morning of the parents of the victims of these crimes. I think too of the parents of older children who may see the news and ask questions. I know I am the lucky one - to have my babies safe and too young to ask "Why?"
And I still want to wrap the boys up, spinning a silky cocoon of protection around them. Keeping the world and its realities away from them. Away from children everywhere.
How do you talk to your children about things you cannot yourself comprehend?
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