I don't have to tell you where this photo is from. And you know what this post is going to be about. The other day I was just thinking about Christmas. I haven't finished wrapped and then I thought.... Oh no, did their parents finish wrapping? What are they going to do with the gifts? Were any of them their only child? It just brought tears to my eyes. I didn't want to think about what it would be like in their shoes. The day before I had asked my 8 year old if they talked about it at school and she said no, but she did hear a few kids mumbling about it at the playground. I went on with my day as usual.
At around 4pm my husband picked up our 8 year old and then he went off to run errands. I gave her a snack as she finished her homework. I had noticed she was clearing her throat more than usual. I just brushed it off. So then she finished her homework and started helping me in the kitchen. I'm so lucky that my girls like to help their Mami! I then noticed she was coughing, I knew something was up with her.
When hubby came home dinner was ready and we all sat down to eat and watch a Christmas movie. We talked about the day and the girls enjoyed the movie, Christmas Town! Anywho, this post isn't about our day, but the night.
Later that evening everyone went to bed and I did give Yvette, our 8 year old, some Tylenol and then....
At around 3am, I was awake to the sound of crying and Yvette on top of me. She was hugging me so tight and actually squeezed the breath out of me. She had a horrible NIGHTMARE... about the "the shooting of the little kids" she says whimpering. I could feel her body shaking on top of mine. She said that a scary guy was shooting at them. And I asked her if she wanted to tell me what happened and she went on to tell me that they were in school and she was afraid of a guy and then he started shooting all around her and that she just kept looking for daddy to save her. I nearly wanted to cry myself. I told her that it was just a bad dream and that daddy would keep her safe.
But it kills me that we won't always be there to keep her safe, especially while in school. I do think they are pretty safe, some of those teachers would die for our kiddos. And I haven't told my husband about it! I know I should have told him right away, but I think it would just make hime feel as bad as I do not being able to protect her.
WHAT WOULD YOU DO? or WHAT DID YOU TELL YOUR CHILDREN?
It also brings to light that traggedies like these and others do stay in the back of our children's minds and they to were affected by it. It sucks that our kids know what a terrorist to and know that tragedies like these will probably happen again. And I do believe that we can't prevent all and lock up anyone who is unstable or take away guns, we just have to pray, trust in God and put our lives in his hands.
Sorry to post about this, but it's just been on my mind. We didn't watch the news much last weekend and we spend a lot of family time (went to take pics at a local park) to try to forget what happened and put our minds at ease, but WE WILL NEVER BE THE SAME.....
WE LOVE YOU SANDY HOOK!